He tipped his head at the plate. “Start with the grapes.”
I snarled at him. “I want to poke your eyes out with a knife and shove them down your throat.”
Annoyed, I lifted a bushel of grapes in my hand, knowing he would only become more of a thorn in my side if I fought him. It was breakfast. Whatever, I could pop a few grapes into his mouth and send his miserable ass on his way.
Luca buttered a piece of toast. I plucked a grape from the vine and pinched it between my fingers. He opened his mouth, licking my skin as I dropped the grape onto his tongue. His touch sent a bolt of electricity up my arm.
I continued the charade until Luca licked my fingers clean. He hooked his arm around my back. As I reached for the plate of eggs, my shirt rode up my stomach. Luca slipped his hand beneath the fabric.
I knocked his hand away.
Luca moved the plates toward the center of the table, sending silverware crashing to the floor. He raised his hand to dismiss a servant who attempted to clean up after him. The man exited the room in a hurry.
Clutching my hips, Luca lifted me and dropped me onto the table in front of him. He spread my thighs apart with his hands. The chair scraped the tiled floor as he moved between my legs.
“Luca, what are you doing?”
Ignoring my question, he pushed me down on the table until I was flat on my back. My chest heaved with a mixture of fear and desire. He yanked my shorts down and kissed my inner thigh, all the way up to my throbbing core. His eyes met mine as he breathed over top of my lace panties.
“Luca,” I moaned. “This is so inappropriate.”
He released a wicked laugh. “I’ll tell you what’s appropriate, Queen D.”
I rolled my head to the side and caught Damian and Bastian staring at me. Bastian licked his lips, heat flickering in his gray eyes. Damian bit down on his fist like he wasn’t sure if he could control himself. Marcello looked as if he weren’t breathing behind the coffee mug in front of his mouth.
I attempted to sit up, and Luca pushed me back down. “Are you mine, Drea?”
“No.”
Luca inched my panties down as his brothers watched us. He slid two fingers inside me, and I gasped from the sudden pressure. “You can pretend I disgust you, but we both know you’re always wet for me.” Luca thrust harder. I cried out as his fingers rubbed my inner walls. “Even when you can’t stand the sight of me, your pussy craves me.”
Luca held me down on the table and sucked my clit into his mouth. My legs trembled as he ate my pussy like I was his meal. I squirmed, and he tightened his grip, devouring me like a starved man. I should have pushed him away, but it felt too good to make him stop.
Damian rested his elbows on the table. His suit jacket slid up his forearms, revealing sleeves of tattoos as he leaned forward. “Spread your legs wider, Pet,” he growled with an evil look in his eyes. “Let us see you.”
“She has a pretty pussy,” Bastian commented.
Marcello grunted in agreement.
“She tastes good, too,” Bastian told him.
Damian leaned forward to grab my thigh, pulling my legs apart so he could get a better look at Luca’s tongue sliding between my wet folds. He pinched my nipple over the fabric of my thin tank top, tugging so hard I whimpered.
“You gonna come for us, Pet?”
A wave of heat spread down my arms and went straight to my toes. “Oh, fuck.” My eyes slammed shut, and a hiss escaped my lips. “Mmm… I’m going to come.”
All eyes were on me.
They looked like predators focused on their prey, waiting to go in for the kill. A wave of excitement shot down my arms as my cheeks heated with warmth, which spread down my chest.
Gripping Luca’s dark, spiky hair, I leaned back on my elbows and watched him work his magic between my thighs. He’d never touched me like this. Not even once after all these years. Something changed inside him last night. Like a switch flipped in his brain, and now he was all-in with me.
It was confusing as fuck.
I felt like I had whiplash from all the mind games and misdirections. Any time I got closer to any of them, they always pushed me away.
“Luca,” I moaned, rocking my hips to get more of his tongue, on the verge of an earth-shattering orgasm.