7. Chapter 7
7
Luca
Her throat feels so delicate in my hand, her pulse thrumming against my thumb as I grip her neck. One squeeze, that’s all it would take. Problem dealt with.
After I take out her friend. All loose ends tied up nicely in a pretty bow.
“My instruction was fairly simple, no?” She’s frozen against the wall, and I push myself into her. My grip tight on her hip, my fingers digging into her flesh. My body curves into hers, our skin touching, the steam making us slippery. “Keep your mouth shut, and we’ll leave you alone.”
“I haven’t told anyone.”
I’ve just fucking heard her do it.
Her hand comes up, and she pulls at my wrist, the instinct to fight finally kicking in. She writhes against me, and I’d be lying if my dick wasn’t twitching.
I tsk and drop my hand, taking a step back.
She doesn’t need to feel how affected I am by her, but looking at the state of her pebbled skin and erect nipples it would seem I’m not the only one. Her chest heaves as she rubs at her neck.
“Anyone else,” she says, “I haven’t told anyone else, and Katy won’t tell anyone.”
“Hmm.” At this point people usually drop to their knees and beg for forgiveness, but she’s got a stubbornness in her that I commend.
“You’re a fucking arsehole do you know that?” She balls her hands into little fists.
“I know.” I smile. “I also seem to remember you calling me that before.”
I tap at my lips while I assess her, her bikini clad body, her curvy hips, her slightly rounded stomach. Fuck she’s sexy. I want to grip those hips as she rides me and palm those amazing tits. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Nothing,” she says, crossing her arms. A layer of moisture from the steam coats her smooth, milky skin, and I’d love nothing more than to bend forward and run my tongue over it. “If you were going to kill me, you’d have done it already.”
I shove her into the wall, a whimper escaping her luscious lips as I knock the wind out of her.
“Don’t test me, sunshine, I’ve cut the tongues out of people who have said less to me than you just have. Don’t take my inaction as a free pass.”
“Do it then. Squeeze the life out of me,” she goads, bold as fucking brass. We’re nose to nose, and my grip is back around her throat, my other hand splayed over her waist, my thumb brushing the skin on her stomach.
The moisture making it easy to glide my thumb over her. One spot pulls my attention, raised skin leading to a silky softness running in a jagged pattern. I know a scar when I feel it.
“Or do you just enjoy wrapping your hand around my throat to give yourself a hard on.”
I lean in and take a deep breath. Her scent is different today, not as sweet, but still addictive, I run my nose along her neck to her ear.
“What would you do to me against the sink, Layla?” I whisper before dipping my tongue into her ear and sucking her earlobe into my mouth. The reaction is instant, her body arching into mine, her tits and hips thrust forward.
Fuck me.
All my blood rushes to my cock.
I’m treading a dangerous path here.
“Would you want me to sink my cock into your wet pussy? Pound you so you forget your own fucking name?” I pepper a gentle kiss against the pulse in her neck and lick it before running my nose back to her ear. “Is that what you’ve been thinking about the last two weeks as you push your fingers into your soaked cunt?”
I run my lips along her jaw, teasing and nibbling before pulling back, my grip still firm around her neck. I want to see her eyes. I need to see them.
She’s resolute.
My lips twitch but I push down the grin. Her chin is tilted in defiance, even as her pupils are dilated and wired.
Like a moth to the flame.
“See, sunshine. I’ll tell you a little secret.” I thrust my hips, grinding into her. An inhale of breath on a barely there moan is my only response. “I won’t kill you because I want to fuck you first. So, for now you’re safe. Run along, little one. Before I change my mind.”
I let go of her and step back, then do the opposite to the thing that I really want to do and reach for the door.
“You’re excused.”
She’s staring at the floor, but she gently turns her head to me.
Her eyes radiate emotion, and I can tell she’s just as pissed off with her body as she is with me.
“See you around, sunshine.” And just because I’m a fucking arsehole, I smirk and wink at her, and the beautiful blonde pushes off the wall, sticks her middle finger up then struts out of the steam room as my eyes fixate on that beautiful arse of hers. The door shuts behind her, and I remain stoic as the steam fills back up. Running my hands through my hair, I tug at the roots.
Anything to take my mind off my blue balls.
It’s 4 a.m., and I’m standing in the shadows of her garden looking through the sheer curtains into her dimly lit bedroom. She’s restless, thrashing under the covers, her pale smooth skin on display from the parts of her body that aren’t covered by white cotton. I’ve found myself here most nights at around this time. Because that’s when the nightmares usually wake her.
Some days her screams wake up her roommate who comes running in to comfort her. Others it’s to a sudden gasp as she wakes leaping out of bed before dropping to her knees and sobbing.
Fucking sobbing. And each tear that drops is like a paper cut to my heart. Death by a thousand cuts, her tears the knife.
Layla is being haunted by something other than me.
Tonight though, my sunshine does something different and…surprising.
She kicks off her covers, her hand on her breast, and she squeezes her nipple.
Fuck.
I stand stock still in the shadows, pleading with the devil that she’s about to do what I think she is.
Blood jumps to my cock, as her hand drops below her shorts and into her underwear. I readjust my trousers as she pumps her fingers, plunging them in and out of herself, her legs pulling together as she climbs towards her climax, the other hand pulling at her nipples.
I note how much she enjoys tugging at the little pebbled nubs, and it takes everything in me not to crash through her window and place my lips on hers and taste her. I palm my length through my trousers and squeeze.
She reaches into the top drawer and grabs a vibrator and pulls her shorts off. I unzip my fly and take my cock in my hand.
I’m crossing a line, but I don’t care, because when it comes to this woman, I don’t think, I act. I worry about the consequences after, which is the opposite to who I am.
I pump once, twice, against my solid length as she parts her lips and pushes the vibrator into her waiting pussy. Her back arches off the bed as the vibrator hits the delicious spot deep inside her.
She moves the toy in and out, and then holds it against her, the tip resting on her clit, while I’m fucking my hand. She comes, her body contours and her expression is euphoric. My come explodes out of me into my hand as I groan into the silent night.
I’m breathing heavily as Layla pulls out her vibrator and wipes herself off with something from her top drawer. She climbs back into bed. I don’t move as I watch her eyes grow heavy and she falls back into a more restful sleep.
I pull out my light grey silk pocket square from my suit jacket breast pocket and clean myself up. Pulling out my phone, I walk quietly to the large bay window of her bedroom, the window cracked open, the soft curtain billowing in the wind. I tug the fabric to one side and take a picture of my sleeping angel. The vibrator sitting proudly on her table in the background. I leave my pocket square on her windowsill then I do something reckless.
I pull up the number that Roman gave me after the spa and send a message.