“He’s a terrible person. He deserved what he got.”
“I’m a terrible person, too. I bought you, remember? I took you from your siblings and I’m going to kill you.”
“But you haven’t killed me yet. By buying me, you saved me and my siblings. As for taking me from them, there’s always time to rectify that mistake.”
We stare at each other, and I’m certain I’ve gone too far. This is Luca ‘the Beast’ Di Bello. No one in their right mind would even think to suggest that he made a mistake.
He shakes his head and moves over me.
“Not going to kill me for that comment?”
“Careful, little bird, or I might just have to spear you to death.”
He enters me, and we both groan. I can’t stop the smile from spreading across my face. He made a joke. I wonder if he even realizes.
“I like it when you smile,” he says.
“And I like it when you spear me like this.”
He might like my smile, but I love seeing his. He looks like a different person as his face lights up. Someone who is younger and carefree. Someone I could love. It hits me that this isn’t fucking. No, we’re making love. My breath hitches in my throat and I pull him closer, seeking his lips. Our kiss is languid, making me more confused that I was before. I’m supposed to hate him. I’m supposed to fear him. I’m not supposed to be falling for him.
“Luca, please make me come,” I beg.
He rewards me with another smile and then does just what I’ve asked. My pleasure builds higher and higher until I leap over the edge into blinding bliss. Luca Di Bello thinks he’s dangerous, but the only danger I’m in right now is that he’s going to realize that I’m in love with him.
15
Luca
I wake up with Dove wrapped around me. Fucking hell. Quietly, I move away from her. Maurice stands in the doorway, frozen. That must be what woke me. Glancing at the clock, I see that not only did I sleep in, but I’ve missed several meetings. Maurice probably didn’t even know I was still in the house. Padding naked to the closet, I try to gather my thoughts. What in the fuck happened? I let her sleep with me in my fucking bed. Not only that, but I feel more rested than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. Rubbing my hand over my face, I groan. Last night was a mistake. So why does it sour my stomach to think that?
After dressing, I motion for Maurice to follow me. He looks back at Dove before setting her tray on the nightstand and following me. We’re silent as we make our way to my office on the first floor. I crave a fucking drink, but I don’t want to appear weak. So, I settle behind the desk and open my laptop.
“The birdie was out of her cage all night?”
I grunt in response and refuse to meet his gaze.
“Fascinating.”
This time I do look up. He’s staring at me like I’m one of his experiments waiting to be dissected.
“What?”
His eyebrows lift. “What do you mean?”
“You’ve clearly got something rattling around in that enormous head of yours.”
“You never want to hear what I have to say.”
“Well,Brain, I figured you could offer some wisdom here.”
“You will not like it.”
I glare, and it’s enough to get him to spit out what’s on his mind.
“You’ve had sex with her, but you’ve also talked to her, which means she’s different from the others. I think you’re not sure what you want to do with her. I think the thought of killing her makes you as sick as I was when Grandfather made me kill my parakeet.”
Damn.