Chapter 15 Giuliana #3
It starts at his collarbone and continues down across his chest. It looks like it might be a family crest. But there’s another one too, wrapped around his left bicep.
It’s a simple design that looks almost crude compared to the elaborate chest piece, like it was done by an amateur or in someone’s basement.
It takes me a moment to realize it matches the one in the photograph on his desk, the teenage Luca and Marco showing off matching ink with cocky grins.
But it’s the scars that catch my attention—evidence of a violent life written across his skin in thin white lines and puckered marks.
“See something you like?” His voice carries a hint of amusement.
“I see someone who’s survived things that should have destroyed him,” I respond honestly. “Just like me.”
The amusement fades, replaced by something more intense. He closes the distance between us, his hands finding the hem of my nightgown and lifting it slowly, giving me time to protest if I want to.
I don’t.
The silk slides over my head, then I’m standing before him in nothing but my underwear and the vulnerability I’ve been trying to hide since this nightmare began. His eyes roam over me with an intensity that makes me feel simultaneously exposed and cherished.
“You’re beautiful,” he says quietly. My body warms at the compliment. “I’ve thought so since I first saw you at that warehouse, terrified but still standing between me and your father like you could actually stop me.”
“I was an idiot that night,” I admit.
“You were brave.” His hands span my waist, pulling me against him.
“Recklessly, impossibly brave. And I wanted to hate you for it, to dismiss you as just another part in my revenge. But even then—” He stops, his forehead resting against mine.
“Even then, I knew you were going to complicate everything.”
“Sorry,” I murmur, not sorry at all.
His lips quirk in a half smile. “Don’t be.”
Then we’re moving together, falling onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and desperate touches.
But this time, there’s no urgency, no race to claim or possess.
Luca maps my body with careful attention, his mouth following the path his hands trace, finding sensitive places that make me gasp and arch against him.
When I reach for him, trying to speed things up, he catches my wrists gently. “Slow,” he murmurs against my throat. “Let me—I want to do this right.”
“This isn’t a performance,” I protest, desperate to feel him.
“No,” he agrees. His eyes meet mine, dark and intense. “It’s not. It’s—” He stops, seeming to struggle for words. “It’s me trying to show you that you’re more than my plan for revenge. You’re…”
“What?” I press, needing to hear him say it.
“Everything I shouldn’t want but can’t stop wanting anyway.”
The confession breaks some final defense I’d been clinging to, some last barrier between us.
My hands slide up his back, feeling the planes of muscle under skin, and I pull him down into a kiss.
Unable to help myself, I arch into him, desperate to leave no surface untouched as I wrap my legs around his waist. Weaving my fingers into his dark hair, I tug him closer.
A low growl sounds from deep within him. “Giuliana,” he warns against my mouth.
“What?”
Gingerly, his lips ghost along my jaw, trailing over my neck as he nips at the sensitive skin.
A gasp spills from me when I feel him bite harder before his tongue laves over the tender area.
It feels like he’s mapping me out, figuring out what makes me moan and squirm.
He takes his time, reaching my collarbone as he traces the ridges there, tasting me.
“God,” I whimper, nails biting into his back as pleasure cascades through me.
Laughing against my neck, Luca murmurs, “Not quite. I don’t think he’s the one conjuring those pretty little noises from you.”
Asshole. I open my mouth to say something, but the notion is quickly stolen from me as I feel his open mouth graze against my throat again, sucking on the tender skin there. A moan erupts from me, forcing me to arch into him.
“More,” I whimper. I need it.
Not needing any more permission, Luca’s large hands find the crease of my knees and his heated gaze focuses right between the space of my thighs.
“Fuck,” he groans, dragging one hand down my leg. I jolt as his fingertips trace the edges of my underwear, barely grazing me. Thank god I wore the black lacy ones. “So sensitive.”
I bite my lip, holding back the wanton sound as he makes a deliberate path over my clit. The friction between the lace of my underwear and my core is enough to drive me fucking wild, and I wonder if it’s possible to come like this with barely being touched.
“Spread your legs wider, Giuliana,” he commands, and I obey without question, which makes him quirk an eyebrow at me. “That’s all it takes to get you to listen to me?”
I swat at him and he grins at me, my heart nearly stopping. God, that smile transforms his face and makes him even more handsome.
Luca drags his eyes down to look at my spread legs and a curse spills from his lips. “I’m going to get between those pretty legs now.”
I watch as he falls onto his knees between my spread legs and his breath heats my clothed center. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I say, not sure why I’m offering him an out. It’s been years since any man has gone down on me, and for whatever reason I’m now self-conscious about it.
Peering up at me, he arches a brow. “Don’t have to what?”
I lick my lips, suddenly nervous. “You know. Go down on me.”
There is a breath before Luca all but growls, “Let’s get one thing perfectly clear here.
I’m not doing this because I know it will make you feel good.
Trust me, you’ll feel fucking good when I’m done with you, Giuliana.
I’m doing this because I want to taste your sweet, perfect cunt and feel you come on my tongue. Got it?”
Lips parting, my mouth goes utterly dry as I gawk at him.
Luca leans over me then, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh, “Well,” he drawls, “at least now I know how to properly shut you up.”
The urge to kick him is very, very strong, but then Luca drags his tongue over the gusset of my underwear and lucid thoughts escape me.
The second he repeats the motion, I feel arousal pool between my thighs, making me unaware of how much is him and his tongue and how much is mine.
I’m…god, I’m wet. Drenched, and I know it.
The thought only fuels me more as I arch into his touch, feeling his fingers dig into my thighs.
A primal groan sounds from him as he pulls away, smirking up at me before focusing back on the material clinging to my drenched center like a second skin.
With the most agonizing slowness, Luca drags his finger across my inner thigh, tracing the edge of my underwear.
Fuck. I don’t miss how his eyes darken as he attempts to coax out the most primal responses from me and the whimpering moans.
Again, with that torturous movement, his other hand opening me wider, spreading me for his viewing pleasure.
Desire pools low in my belly at each feather-light swipe and the pebbling skin of my thighs.
His fingers stroke my wet center to the very top of my underwear and then back down to my slit.
His eyes are solely on me, watching for my reaction and the way my hips undulate, seeking more.
It feels like madness when he pauses right at my entrance, anticipation surging through me, fizzling on my tongue like candy.
“Fuck, Giuliana,” Luca swears before he pushes one finger into my center through the lacy material. A gasp escapes me at the feel. “So fucking messy for me, and I’m barely touching you.”
There should be something seriously illegal with the way he keeps pushing into me and pulling out, creating friction with my underwear.
Actually, I shouldn’t be turned on that he’s pleasuring me through my underwear, coating it in my arousal.
This is utter madness, but there’s not a single protest on my lips.
Luca groans against my inner thigh, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as he inhales the scent of me. On instinct, I arch, attempting to gain more friction as his fingers push into me. I need more—more of this and more of him. The barrier between us is too much and not enough.
A deep, rumbling laugh escapes him as he slowly removes his finger from me, only to repeat the motion with a second one. Nothing prepares me for that stretch that mingles with pain and pleasure. The way he fills me, consumes me.
“So fucking messy and wet for me,” Luca continues to whisper between my thighs, watching his fingers enter me with a look that could only be appropriately described as hunger. “Can you take more of my fingers? Ride my hand? Fuck, I wonder how soaked you’ll get for me?”
He hooks his fingers into the band of my underwear and pulls them down with slow precision. A cool gust of air kisses my center and I’m painfully aware of how…exposed I am. This isn’t like the car where he lifted my gown or in my bedroom where he took me from behind.
No, he can see everything about me at this angle.
And from the look on his face, he seems to like it a lot.
Grabbing my hips, he pulls me closer to him and dips his head in order to drag one long swipe up my center, lingering on the ridges of my slit.
The tenor vibrations of his moans send a bolt of pleasure through me, mingling with the throbbing need at the bundle of nerves.
My toes curl and I can feel myself dripping obscenely onto the probably super expensive bedsheets.
Something must snap within him then because he doesn’t hesitate as he consumes me, diving in like I am a pool and he needs a drink. He’s controlled as he always is. With every lick and suck and swipe he makes, he watches my reaction, figuring out what I like in return.
Honestly? I like everything he’s doing to me. Easy.