Chapter 3
3
VIKTOR
M y hand shuttles up and down my cock as I stand under the showerhead, trying like hell to make myself stop this, but unable to.
I saw Luca naked. He touched my dick. I’ve been in pain since this afternoon.
I need relief. Hence the desperate shower hand job in the hallway bathroom of the house on Anthony’s estate.
Fuck. I need to stop this. It’s only going to make this obsession I have with him worse.
But I can’t. I press my face to the tile wall and let myself unload onto the shower floor, gasping and wincing as my orgasm nearly overwhelms me. My legs shake and my moan filters out of my throat, broken and ragged.
Like I sounded that night.
The way he ripped it out of me.
I bang my forehead on the tile and exhale deeply.
I needed that, needed to come undone, but I also know I need more.
More than I can ever have again.
Fuck him for making me like this. He did this to me.
He made me this kind of horny monster.
Washing quickly, I get out of the shower, not wanting to succumb to thoughts of Luca again. I move into the common area of the house that Anthony built for his guards to get some rest and spend downtime between shifts.
It’s a nice place with a fully stocked kitchen and a gym downstairs. I’m lucky to have a boss who cares for us, who cares about me, as much as he does. Things could have ended so differently when he found me.
I could have ended up just like my dad. Dead as a fucking doornail.
As I move, I see a few of the other bodyguards sitting on the large, overstuffed sofas, food set on the ottoman, a game on the TV. It’s loud and raucous, but I don’t mind it. Sometimes things can get so quiet that it’s overwhelming.
Sometimes I like to feel less alone when I’m here compared to the small, shared place I have off the estate.
I move past them with a small wave and make my way to an available bedroom, locking the door behind me and flopping down on the bed. I pull my phone out to check my messages and see I have a few from men I met on a hookup app, but most aren’t worth replying to. I’m not in the mood for anything right now. The work it would take to set something up…the probability it will end up being someone like the twins…no thanks. Perhaps later.
Without much thought, my thumb scrolls to my anonymous social media accounts, pulling up Luca’s page in seconds. This is my little secret. He uses a pseudonym so no one knows who he is, and the entire thing showcases his boxing skills and his body.
I knew it was him the moment I saw those arms from a screenshot .
Fuck.
He’s so damn good at everything he does.
Just looking at him makes my dick plump up. Apparently, my shower hand job did nothing to stem my libido. It wants to go again.
But I refuse to give in to my desires and decide to casually scroll through his pictures instead, zooming in on his ass when I can, and then on his face. His fucking face. That strong jaw, those beautiful eyes.
“God, he’s so hot,” I murmur as my hand snakes down my shorts and cups my dick.
I’m not going to get off, just going to hold it. It needs a little reassurance that I can do this. I can resist the pull.
I scroll to another, one where he’s doing a bench press, and my eyes can’t help but slide down to the obvious dick outline in those thin workout shorts. My fist strokes up and down my shaft as I stare at it, my tongue peeking out and wetting my lips.
What I wouldn’t give to have that down my fucking throat.
I’m so fucking thirsty for it.
I grunt and then mentally chastise myself.
No. I fucking won’t do this. I won’t.
My hand slides out of my shorts and I move my finger to shut the app down, but instead, I accidentally hit video call. I’m so shocked by this that I just stare at the phone ringing, my face in view of the camera, my eyes wide, my lips swollen and wet.
When I finally snap to, I end the call immediately, but shit, he’ll see it. My heart is racing, my entire body clenched with nerves.
Oh god, what did I do? He’s going to know.
Oh fuck.
My phone buzzes and I stare up at it, Luca’s handle appearing on my phone.
He’s calling me back.
I shouldn’t answer.
I won’t fucking answer .
He hangs up and then calls again, making my heart nearly thump out of my chest. It’s visible through my skin, cartoonish in nature.
Oh fuck, he’s not going to stop until he gets what he wants. I have to answer.
With regret and sluggish fingers, I swipe at my phone, seeing Luca’s face appear on the screen in seconds. He looks even hotter now, his eyes widening slightly before falling back into a hooded gaze.
“Fucking knew it was you, you little pervert. Were you looking at my videos, getting off to thoughts of me?”
“Hell no,” I murmur, hating that my voice comes out raspy, a telltale sign of what I’m truly feeling.
“You were. You can’t help yourself, can you?”
I don’t answer, just stare at him, my eyes boring into his through the screen.
“You just think about all the different ways I can fuck you. You imagine it, drool over it. Don’t you?”
I feel my pulse in my throat, swallowing roughly.
“I don’t.”
“You do. You want me to bend you over, spread those cheeks, and take you. Just like those men did that night. You want to be fucked so thoroughly that you can’t walk after. You want to feel it for days.”
An ache builds between my legs.
“Let me tell you something, Viktor. With me, you wouldn’t need ten men to take that ass. You’d only need me. But you already know that.”
My hips are arching up, begging for it.
“Too bad you’re not my type,” he adds with a quirk of his lips and then the screen goes dark. Leaving me lying there in bed, with a drooling dick, and my libido so high my entire body is shaking. My phone falls onto the floor and I turn on the bed, groaning into the pillow in frustration.
Why the fuck does he insist on tormenting me like this? What the hell is his problem ?
He must enjoy it. That’s the only explanation because he’s not interested in fucking me. Just fucking with me.
I sleep fitfully, waking up far too early and heading down to the gym before the sun is even up. I do my usual run on the treadmill and weightlifting before making breakfast and heading to work. As I approach the main house, I see Tatum on the swing outside, a cup of coffee in his hand, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders.
“Hey, Viktor,” he says with a grin, his cheeks flushed from the cold morning air.
“Hey,” I reply as he blows the steam away from his mug.
“You’re up early,” Tatum says.
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“Same. Had a nightmare and didn’t want to wake Anthony. So here I am.”
I stare down at his hand, the one missing a finger, and school my features. “Trauma doesn’t let you sleep, unfortunately.”
“It doesn’t. But oh well. Anthony is worth it. I’d lose another finger if it means I get to be with him.”
“I’d rather you kept all your appendages.”
“Same,” he replies with a laugh. Just as he says that, Teddy appears, standing sentry right next to him. He’s rarely away from his side, taking Tatum’s abduction earlier this year very personally. He won’t let it happen again.
Without a word, he hands something to Tatum, who just sighs. “You’re too good to me, Teddy.”
He doesn’t respond, just blushes as Tatum puts the warm scone up to his mouth and takes a bite.
“Oh god. Delicious. Did you make this?” He meets Teddy’s gaze and then grins. “Of course you did. It’s fabulous. I bet you went to culinary school in like France or something. You’re full of secrets.”
Teddy’s blush deepens, and Tatum offers me a piece.
“No, you eat it. I’ll grab one in the kitchen.”
Tatum and I chat for a few more minutes before I move inside. Agatha is bustling around the kitchen, getting everything ready for the start of the day. We may have a fully stocked kitchen, but Agatha insists on making meals if we want them.
And even though I made myself breakfast already, the smell of those scones is making my stomach rumble.
“Oh, Viktor. Good morning. Did you eat?”
“I had breakfast, but you know I can always fit more of your baked goods in here.”
I pat my stomach, and Agatha grins at me, handing me a plate of fresh scones.
“You definitely should. Put more meat on those bones. Here. Teddy made them, but have at it. You get them when they’re fresh, before anyone else. Early bird eats the worm.”
“Think it’s gets the worm, but still works.”
“That it does.”
I swipe one off the plate and take a bite, flavor exploding across my tongue. Vanilla and chocolate. Damn, Teddy is a good baker. In another life, maybe he’d have gone into business for himself. Fuck knows, he’d probably do really well.
I swallow it down and then lean under the kitchen faucet for some water.
Agatha swats at me as I do, telling me to use a cup, but I don’t want to dirty one. This works just fine.
From the kitchen, I move to Anthony’s office, ready for a debrief to start the day. Usually, he tells his men what he wants to accomplish that day, starting with Luca and me.
And as soon as I step inside, I see Luca on the couch, in his favorite spot, his eyes meeting mine with a devious twinkle.
Ignoring him, I stand opposite him.
“We’re just waiting for Bane to arrive,” Anthony says. “He’s never on time.”
“Should teach him a lesson,” Luca says and then meets my gaze.
“He’d probably like that lesson a little too much,” Anthony says with a chuckle.
He would. That fucker likes pain .
A few minutes later, a hidden door behind the bookshelves swivels open and Bane appears, his hair a mess, his shirt stained with blood.
“Oopsie. Am I late?” he asks as he walks over to us, a skip in his step.
“You usually are,” Anthony says and then sighs when Bane sets something down on his desk.
“What is this?”
“Tongues. Just for you. If you want to display them. I put the best one in there. There’s even one with a piercing.”
Anthony picks up the jar and inspects it with a sigh. “I don’t know that Tatum would approve of this, but then again, it’s you…”
Bane grins and shifts on his feet. “So you like it?”
“I do.” He turns and sets it on the mantle behind his desk before looking back at us. “Now that we’re all here. Luca, do you have an identity on the girl yet?”
“It’s not one of Kit’s. He confirmed it last night. I was trying to do some more research into it but got a little sidetracked by an unexpected video call.”
His gaze meets mine, and I scowl at him.
“Right, well, then it seems she was either someone who wandered in and died at the warehouse, a total coincidence, or someone is setting us up. We had Doc take a look at the extensive pictures the twins sent us and he’s run a toxicology report from the blood they collected.” He pulls something up on his phone and sighs. “It seems there was an unknown drug in her system.”
“A new one on the market?” I blurt, and Anthony nods.
“It’s not from our supply. She got it from somewhere else, and either she broke into the warehouse herself, or someone brought her there to set us up.”
Luca runs a hand down his face as Bane wiggles around. “Oh. Oh . I have a thought.” He raises his hand as if in a classroom and waits for Anthony to call on him.
“Yes, Bane. ”
“Well, what if we went undercover?”
“That would be a good idea if we knew who was doing it.”
“Right, well, when we find out, I volunteer. As tribute to the Costello family.”
I bite back a smile, and so does Luca, our eyes clashing and my grin falling from my face.
“Thank you, Bane. I’ll consider it. Although with the way things fell apart with Henry?—”
“Do not mention his name!” Bane shouts and then shrinks back slightly, running a hand through his hair. “I’m still looking for him. The trickster. I will have my revenge if it’s the last thing I do.”
He raises his fist, and Luca lets out a small chuckle.
“Right, so our aim is to find out who is making and distributing this drug and take them down?” Luca asks.
“Sounds far too simple, but yes. Please reach out to the different clubs around town to see if they know anything. And take Viktor with you. I want someone to have your back.”
My eyes fall on Luca, and he smirks at me.
“Will do, Boss.” He pushes himself up and my eyes fall, for just a second, to his crotch, that dick outline doing things to my mind before he adjusts himself.
“Let’s go, Vik,” he says as he moves past me, whispering lowly, “And stop staring at my dick. You’ll never have it.”
“Vik, pull the car over,” Luca growls as we make our way to the first club of the morning. It’s raining slightly, and the road we’re on is narrow with no good place to stop. I’m not pulling over. We’d die if I did as he said.
“Why the fuck should I?” I grumble. Asshole just demands shit for no reason and expects me to obey.
My cock might like that, but my brain does not.
Mostly .
Okay, my brain likes it just fine, but I’m feeling obstinate after that phone call last night. He knew what he was doing. He can fuck off for all I care. The fact that I have to be in the car with him all damn day is making me fucking miserable.
Luca reclines his seat as far as he can and points at the windshield.
“A spider. Now pull the fuck over before I put a bullet in your brain.”
I stare at the little black thing moving around on the glass and bite back a laugh.
“Hell. No.”
He turns slowly to stare at me, his hands flexing on his lap.
“You love that word, don’t you? No . Makes you feel powerful. You want me to give you a spanking?”
I shudder slightly, wanting that so damn bad, but refusing to admit it. Instead, I say, “When you’re an asshole, yeah, I do love that word. No . Deal with the spider. It won’t fucking hurt you. It’s just building a web. Minding its own business.”
“I hate spiders.”
“I know. You’re a baby about them.”
His face pales and he swallows roughly. “I don’t fucking like them.”
Ignoring him, I continue driving, my eyes on the road, the swish of the wipers loud in the cab.
“Pull over, Viktor.”
“If you say please,” I murmur.
His knuckles crack, but then he utters it, a small “ please .”
That makes my heart flop around in my chest and my stomach flutter. He said please. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him say that. It makes me slightly uncomfortable. Why does he hate spiders so much? That’s something I’ve been wondering since I first captured one for him. I held it in my palm, and he inhaled sharply.
“It’s going to bite you.”
“No, it won’t. ”
I tossed it outside and when I turned around to roll my eyes at him for being such a wimp, he was gone. From then on, I’m the one he goes to when he needs to rid his space of them. Not that it happens often, but he obviously can’t cope.
As soon as I can manage it, I pull off at the next exit, reaching over and grabbing the spider between my fingers, and tossing it out onto the ground. I’m not going to kill it this time. Just let it go. I’m benevolent like that.
“Happy now?” I ask, and Luca nods.
“Yes.”
He doesn’t thank me, not that he ever does. Asshole.
When I finally start the car back up, Luca’s eyes are closed, his breathing slightly labored.
“Why do you hate spiders so much?” I ask, and then add, “And fire?”
Why the hell not go there? I’ve never asked him this, I’ve always just taken care of him without questioning it. But with the way he’s been treating me lately, why be nice and accommodating?
“None of your fucking business.”
I want it to be my business, though. For some reason, I want to know.
“Now drive. We have an appointment with the Phantoms and you know Mick doesn’t like when people are late.”
“Yeah, I’ll let him know you squealed like a little girl because of a spider. So I had to pull over and put it outside.”
“You’ll fucking not.”
I don’t do it. I wish I could, but as much as I hate Luca, I don’t want to make him look weak in front of a motorcycle gang’s boss. That would just be stupid. It could put us both in danger. And with the mood his men say he’s in today, I have good reason not to press my luck. He’s one of the more dangerous bosses around, and I know he wouldn’t hesitate to put us in an early grave, even if it meant starting a war with us.
“Never seen this girl, but I’ll pass it around,” Mick says loudly, standing behind his desk, Luca next to him as I walk into the room. He’s a big man, with a long graying beard and a scar on his face. It’s said that it came from his brother, who was upset about him fucking his wife, but I’m not sure of the truth about that. Not that it matters.
I just want to finish business here and move on to the next destination.
Mick’s eyes meet mine as I step closer to the two of them, showing him the gun at my side. Mick’s lips twitch slightly at the sight of me.
“Ah, look, you brought the little slut with you.”
Before I can even respond, Luca’s gun is out, pressed under Mick’s chin, a knife to the side of his throat. The man standing sentry in the corner of the room quickly lifts his gun and points it at Luca, and so I do the same to him. Tension vibrates through the room, knocking off walls and making my chest heave.
“Say that again and I’ll gut you,” Luca growls, his voice tinged with anger.
Mick swallows, his eyes narrowing. “Didn’t know you had a difference of opinion.”
Luca presses the weapons into Mick harder before pulling them away and stalking over to me. He sheathes his knife and his hand comes up to wrap around the back of my head, pulling me forward, his mouth slanting over mine. And what ensues is the filthiest kiss I’ve ever had.
Open mouths, tongues, spit and clashing teeth. It’s drawn out so long that when he finally pulls away, I’m speechless and dazed, the room tilting slightly, my gun hanging limply at my side.
“He’s my slut. Now keep your shitty thoughts to yourself.”
That shuts everyone up. Mick tilts his head slightly in acknowledgment, and I make it through that meeting with an open mouth and a foggy brain. I don’t contribute anything at all. It’s all I can do to keep my gun in my hand.
He kissed me and called me his slut. In front of people.
What the hell is that about? What’s his game ?
I can’t get my mind off it as Mick looks at the toxicology report Luca shows him and explains that the substances found in that dead woman are all indicative of a new drug on the market, one being distributed by an unknown seller.
“Ask around and let me know if you find out anything. I want to make sure no one is selling this shit on my turf,” Mick says.
Luca nods and shakes his hand, the two of us leaving side by side. As we do, Luca pulls out a cigarette, and I light it automatically without a word. I can’t stop peeking over at him, my eyes flitting to his lips.
Fucking hate the way they automatically draw my gaze.
“Shut that filthy mouth. That kiss meant nothing,” he says when I stare at him a little too long.
I snap my lips closed and glower at him. “I didn’t think it did. It sucked, by the way. Was the shittiest kiss I’ve ever had.”
“Your cock thinks otherwise.”
He glances down at it, and I shift away from him as we walk to the tinted black SUV.
“My cock has nothing to do with you.”
He gives me a smug grin. “Keep telling yourself that.”
I do. I keep telling myself that, despite my dick not listening. I’m on the verge of an orgasm as we drive to the club owned by the Sirens. It’s thirty miles away, but it takes us over an hour and a half to get there in traffic. By the time we arrive, I’m vibrating with pent-up aggression and lust, and my stomach is rumbling from hunger.
And I hate being hungry. I grew up starving and I refuse to go hungry again. I pull out a granola bar and stuff some in my mouth.
I resent that Anthony has me working for Luca now that he’s spending more time at home with Tatum.
I’m glad I have a job, working for a man I respect, but not at the cost of my sanity.
I pull the car into a dirt parking lot and the two of us walk toward the ramshackle building, motorcycles parked in a line outside, the neon sign flickering ominously. When we step inside, I take in the few men and several women lingering about in the smoky, dimly lit room. My hand moves to the gun at my side, and I nod at the bartender.
“We’re here to see Tish,” Luca announces.
Just as he says it, a woman with bleached-blonde hair appears.
“Well, look who it is!” She’s not a day over forty, but she looks as if she’s lived far longer than that. The Sirens are one of the toughest motorcycle clubs around and made up of mostly women. “Luca Rossi. As I live and breathe.”
She moves up to him and kisses him on the cheek, smearing her pink lipstick across his skin as she does.
Luca grins at her, looking far too sexy for just having had his mouth on mine, and he strokes his hand over hers.
“Looking beautiful as always, Tish.”
She preens and I fight back an eye roll. I don’t want to make anyone upset at my clear lack of respect. The Sirens may be women, but they’re fierce. Scarier than most, I might add. Almost like they have something to prove.
“Come on back to the office. Easier for me to hear you and less eavesdropping. They’re all nosy bitches.”
We follow her to an office down a short hallway and she opens the door for us, letting us walk inside first.
“What can we do you for? You said you had something you wanted us to look at?” she says as she closes the door and moves toward Luca.
“Yeah,” Luca replies, producing a piece of paper and handing it to her. “Take a look at this and let me know if you’ve heard of any new drugs out on the market.”
She eyes it and rolls her painted lips between her teeth. She takes far too long to respond. I don’t like that. Not at all. The vibe in this room is off. “Not sure I do.”
The way her eyes flick up to meet mine makes me think she’s lying to me. But I can’t call her out on it. I have to save my thoughts for later .
“You sure?” Luca asks.
“Do you mind if I make a copy of this?” she asks.
Luca nods, and I watch her intently as she scans it on her copy machine.
“I also sent you a picture of a woman we found deceased in one of the warehouses. Can you pass it around and see if anyone knows her?”
She nods and hands Luca the toxicology report.
“I’ll keep in touch. Now, you want a drink before you leave? On the house.”
Luca eyes me and then nods. “Sure. I’d love a drink.”
She grins, lipstick smeared on her teeth, and we follow her to the bar where a burly woman is making drinks. Her biceps look like they could crush my head with one ill-timed movement.
“Hello, handsome,” the bartender says to me, and I manage a small nod. “What can I get you?”
“He’s not drinking,” Luca says before leaning forward and wetting his lips seductively. “But I’ll have an old fashioned.”
“You got it,” the woman says and then winks at him.
I sit down on the stool next to Luca and place my gun on my lap. I don’t trust these women. And the unkempt appearance of the men lingering around makes me worried for civilization. Have they not heard of soap?
I bet their asses aren’t clean, either.
“Tish is lying to you,” I say lowly, and Luca meets my gaze.
“Maybe, maybe not. Now shut up and let me drink in peace.” An angry growl escapes me, and he chuckles. “Now, kitten, don’t be so upset. I’ll still let you look at my cock and ass.”
My hand tightens on my gun and I talk myself out of pointing it at his dick and firing.
“I have had much better dicks than yours,” I murmur. “Yours is pathetic.”
He peers over at me, the drink in his hand, his lips at the edge of the glass .
“Now, you know that’s not true.”
I swallow roughly and shift in my seat as he sips at his drink.
“If I remember correctly, that night, you moaned that it was the best fuck of your life.”
My lungs squeeze, and I feel mortification crash into me.
I don’t remember that. Fuck, did I really say that?
“I think we should get a hotel tonight. I don’t want to drive home in traffic and we still have several more clubs to hit tomorrow.”
“That would have been nice to know so we could have packed shit for an overnight stay,” I manage to hiss.
Luca winks at me and then pats my cheek roughly.
“Poor baby. But I think you’ll survive.”
That’s one way to put it. A hotel room with him? I’m not sure I will make it out alive.
By the time we make it to the hotel on the outskirts of the city, I have a headache. If he wanted to stay the night somewhere, he should have told me beforehand. I could have packed a suitcase. Now all we have are the clothes on our backs and the shit in our pockets. I’m going to start keeping a go-bag from now on.
“Why don’t you go to the corner store and grab us some toiletries,” Luca says as he hands me a key to the room.
“Why don’t you get them yourself, since you didn’t plan this trip out for shit?”
His tongue clicks and he cocks his head. “Or you can just be a good boy and do as I say.”
I snatch the card from his fingers and stomp off, adjusting myself as I go. Fuck this , I think as I make my way to the corner store and collect toothbrushes, toothpaste, and deodorant. The hotel should have shampoo and soap, so I don’t bother with those. It is a nice place. At least he isn’t forcing me to stay in some budget motel.
When I return, I nearly choke when I see Luca standing naked in the middle of the room, looking like a fucking god. All those tattoos and that tanned skin. And those muscles.
So many muscles.
“What the hell are you doing?” I ask, taking in the fact this room only has one bed.
Of course it does. This is just my fucking luck.
“And where the fuck is the other bed?” I manage to choke out.
He turns to look at me. “There’s a conference in the hotel today. We’re lucky we got this one. And as to the fact that I’m naked, well, today’s your lucky day, Vik. Put your clothes in that bag. The hotel will launder them for us.”
“This could have been dealt with by preparing for this trip or choosing a hotel that wasn’t packed full,” I say, peeling my gaze from him.
He wants me to look. He’s not into men, but he enjoys torturing me. It’s his favorite pastime.
Luca ignores me, moving toward the window and pushing it open before striding back toward me, his dick swinging between his legs, thick and heavy. I swallow, my throat clicking as I try to force my gaze away from him.
It doesn’t work.
He’s perfection.
He chuckles as he disappears into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Like I’m going to try to go inside with him.
Fuck him , I think as I sit on the edge of the bed and wait for him to finish up. I clutch the sheets tightly and grind my teeth, trying like hell to keep myself from turning over and screaming into the pillow. This is absurd. Almost like he planned this entire thing.
He’s getting off on this, this fucked up game he’s playing. I know it. I just need to show him that I can control myself. That I’m not interested.
But all of that dissipates in a flash when he strolls out of the bathroom with the towel around his shoulders, his body still damp .
Everything is on display. All that muscle, all those tattoos, some newer than others, some faded with time.
“You can use the bathroom now,” he says, and I hold back a murmured curse.
I stalk into the bathroom, tossing my clothes out, wincing when I realize I was wearing another pair of lace panties and they’re now lying out there where Luca can see. Well, it’s not like it’s unexpected. He probably did this to embarrass me. He probably planned this entire trip and picked this exact hotel just to get me to take off my lace underwear for shits and giggles.
I really need to decompress, to let this stress flow from me, to not let him get to me. So I take a long, extra-hot shower and do not touch my cock the entire time. I won’t give him that power over me. I’m taking it back. I’m in control now.
By the time I exit the bathroom, steam billowing around me, I feel slightly better. That is until I see Luca lounging on the bed, completely naked. He hasn’t even bothered to cover himself up. He knows what his body does to me.
The way I begged for it that night.
I shut that thought down and move toward the bed.
I was high and exhausted. It had nothing to do with Luca. Not really.
“Come on, kitten,” he says with that stupid smirk. “I won’t bite.”
“I’d rather sleep on the fucking floor than next to you.”
His eyes slide down my chest to my dick that is tenting my towel. My hands fall to my crotch, trying like hell to hide it, but it doesn’t work. He knows. He’s seen it.
“Do you just walk around hard all the time? You need to get fucked badly, don’t you?”
“Not by you.”
He reaches between his legs and grabs onto his soft dick and strokes it.
“Good, because I wasn’t offering. Perhaps you should go back to the club and let them destroy your ass. Seems that’s what you like. ”
I grab my phone and move to the other side of the bed, whipping off my towel from around my waist and sliding in between the sheets.
“Thought you were sleeping on the floor,” he says, mirth in his voice.
“Fuck you.”
He chuckles as I turn onto my side and face the wall, scrolling through my phone. Minutes later, I hear it, the sound of porn emanating through phone speakers.
“Turn that off,” I grunt, realizing he’s turning the volume up slowly. He’s taunting me.
When he doesn’t answer, I peer over my shoulder and see him watching two men go at it on the screen.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Trying to see what appeals,” he says, cocking his head to the side and squinting one eyeball.
I turn over and try to swipe it from his fingers, but he maneuvers out of my reach, my hand flailing around in the air like a kite in the wind. It only infuriates me more. I push myself up and lunge for it again, but he holds it up and I’m left straddling him, aggressively batting it out of his hands. The phone topples to the floor, the moaning and grunting coming from the speakers making my dick throb. It’s not what I need, especially right now, being naked in bed with Luca.
“Pick up my phone,” he hisses.
I stare down at him and can’t help the anger pulsing through me. Impulsively, I reach down and grab his neck, choking him roughly. His eyes widen, and then, with a loud grunt, he bucks up, flinging me onto my back, his body entirely on top of mine.
My hands are dislodged from his throat and he tries to restrain them, but I manage to avoid him, curling my legs around his back and trying to push him off of me. Not that I manage the first time, but I’m able to push him to his side, my hand shoved against his face and arching his neck back. His fingers curl into my hair and tug roughly, making me cry out.
I’m so pissed now. I can’t help but breathe fire. We wrestle around on the bed, grunting and cursing, our bodies sliding against each other, the scent of him permeating my senses.
Fuck, he smells so good.
I loathe him.
It doesn’t help that he feels good against me, his dick sliding against mine, the stimulation making him half-hard as well. I don’t take it personally.
I know what he thinks of me.
Finally, Luca gets the upper hand and my arms are wrenched up above my head, his knees on my thighs, pinning me down. His hair is in disarray, his eyes wild as he stares down at me.
“You are such a bitch,” he murmurs.
“Your bitch, you mean? Your slut?” I rasp.
He chuckles, his nails digging into my skin, his knees pushing into my thighs painfully. Fuck, I’m going to have bruises there tomorrow.
“You fucking wish.”
Our eyes meet and his nostrils flare, and then I see it, spit forming between his lips, falling onto my cheek. He stares at it, and I curse under my breath at the sensation of his saliva falling from my skin to the pillow beneath me.
“You look good wearing me.”
“I hate you.”
“And yet you want me to fuck you. What an interesting conundrum.”
I turn my face slightly, closing my eyes, letting myself feel the weight of him owning me for just a moment before I feel the wet swipe of his tongue against my cheek.
My eyes pop open and I meet his glittering gaze.
“Stop licking me. If you keep this up, I’ll think you want me.”
“I only want to make you suffer,” he replies and then he moves off me, rolling to his side of the bed and picking up his phone from the floor. The video is still playing but thankfully he shuts it off and then swipes at his phone screen.
“Want dinner?”
I drag my hand across my wet face and glower at him. I want to tell him to eat glass, but then my stomach rumbles. That granola bar did fuck all.
“I’ll take that as a yes and since you want to be my little bitch, I’ll order for you.”
I grit my teeth and turn my body into the mattress, my face smashed into the pillow. I take care to temper my breathing, trying like hell to not think about the fact that Luca is right there next to me, naked and smelling like hotel soap and the deodorant I bought.
My mind moves to my breathing and I try to center myself, thinking about all the reasons my hate for him is illogical, but I can’t quite make my mind believe it. I just don’t like the guy. He infuriates me. How hot he is, how cocky and confident. How he speaks to me, how he treats me.
I hate that I’m so attracted to him and know I can’t have him.
That I had him and won’t ever feel that again.
A knock on the door an hour later has Luca standing up, and I may peek over from my place on the bed to watch his ass as he moves.
It’s fucking glorious.
I turn my face back into my pillow and let out a loud sigh.
“When you’re done making out with your pillow, your food is here.”
I lift my head, cheeks flaming. I wasn’t making out with my fucking pillow. But I swallow those words down, not even wanting to engage with him.
Luca lifts a few boxes from a paper bag and sets them on the small desk in the corner.
He points to one, “Yours.”
I sit up, put the towel around my waist, and approach as Luca lounges, bare-assed, in a chair, legs spread, exposing his cock and balls to me. He pulls out a burger, biting into it sloppily, some spilling onto his chest.
Disgusting , I think even as my mind envisions me kneeling between his spread legs and lapping it up.
Like a fucking dog.
I pry open my box and see a plain chicken breast on some rice. I peer over at Luca’s burger, and he winks at me.
“Have to keep that figure, kitten.”
I grab the box and make my way back to the bed, eating the food quickly and chugging a bottle of water, peering over at Luca, who is licking his fingers. Slowly.
He leans forward, his abs and biceps flexing as he goes, and grabs another box.
His tongue peeks out and wets his lips, peeling it open and grabbing a spoon from a wrapper.
“Crème br?lée,” he says, taking a small bite and licking it salaciously off the utensil.
I stare at him, stomach grumbling for something sweet as well. It has nothing to do with his mouth or the way he’s groaning.
“Can’t look away, can you? Want a bite?” he asks, holding out his spoon toward me.
I meet his gaze and see the spark of competition in it. Without a thought other than winning this one, I stand up, walk toward him, and straddle his thighs. The move surprises him, his arm faltering slightly as I place the entirety of my weight on his lap before leaning forward, grabbing his wrist, and bringing the spoon right up to my mouth. I engulf it, dragging my lips down the plastic silverware and popping off it with a moan.
“So good,” I rasp, and Luca’s nostrils flare.
“You think you’re so fucking clever.”
“Two can play this game.”
“I do love games,” he replies and then holds up another bite for me. I can’t believe he’s letting me sit on his lap like this, like two lovers spending a night together. We hate each other.
He slides the spoon down my tongue and swirls it at the tip.
“Such a cockslut.”
I huff and swallow, starting to move off him, but his hand grabs onto my hip.
“No, you eat all of it.”
I don’t know why he’s demanding this of me. But he likes control and, for some reason, I like being used. The perfect pairing.
“Fuck off,” I whisper as I open my mouth and he pushes another mouthful inside.
“Swallow.” And I do as he says, my body relaxing as he does this, demanding things from me, making me.
“Look at you, doing what I command. If I told you to get on your knees and suck my dick, you would.”
I don’t say a word, but he can see my answer in my eyes.
Oh fuck. Make me, Luca.
Make me.
“You’re a control freak,” I finally manage to utter, and his lips quirk.
“I control you.”
My tongue snakes out and captures the treat he’s holding out for me, and when I swallow it, he leans back slightly, his eyes roving over my chest and down to my cock.
“Touch yourself,” he says, his gaze slashing up to mine.
When I don’t move to grab my dick, he huffs slightly and then clutches my hand, licking a stripe up my palm.
My entire body shivers and he lowers it to my dick.
“Do as I say.”
“I don’t want to.”
“You do. Now do it, Vik. Touch your dick. You want it.”
My fingers wrap around my hard length and I start stroking, lust sliding through me. What is his endgame? Why is he making me jack off while eating dessert? Is this some kind of kink? I want to know, but not enough to ask. I just do as he says, letting him feed me until there’s nothing left and then letting him watch as I explode across his stomach.
My body curls in on itself, the orgasm intense and almost painful.
Through my lashes, I see Luca run his fingers across the mess I made on his skin, and he holds them up to my mouth, smearing it across my lips.
“Now, get on your knees and clean me up.”
His lips twitch slightly, and I’m almost positive he thinks I won’t do it. But I’ll show him. I move off his lap, kneel between his spread thighs, and lap up my cum. Every last drop, making sure to even lick a stripe up his dick for good measure.
His half-hard cock thickens when I do that, but before I can take in more of him, his hands tighten in my hair and he wrenches my head back.
“Enough. No more.”
Our eyes meet in a clash of wills and I’m the first to back down. I yank my head to the right and push myself up, striding to the bathroom with shaking legs.
What the hell was I thinking?
What the hell was he thinking?