Chapter Four
Luca
Murder isn’t a strange concept to a man like me.
One does not become the caporegime to one of the most powerful crime families in New York City without getting one's hands dirty. I’ve never taken a life that didn’t deserve it, and I am loyal to the Rossi family—fiercely so.
I grew up alongside Matteo and his brothers, watched them become the men they are today.
They’re not just my employers, they’re my family.
And yet Christ, do I want to go after Lorenzo Rossi and kill him with my bare hands.
Isn’t that fucked up?
It’s worse knowing that nothing happened between Lorenzo and Matilde, and even if there had been, I’d have no right to act.
No one knows about my deep affection for Matilde.
The brothers suspect because again, it’s hard to fool the Rossis—but it still doesn’t mean shit when I haven’t said the words out loud.
When I haven’t claimed this woman as mine.
As far as everyone is concerned, she’s single and open to being pursued.
But she’s not single. She’s mine!
And seeing her so cozy in the kitchen with Lorenzo, feeding him from a spoon… Fuck, it makes my blood boil. It took everything not to punch my fucking boss in the face and tear him apart in her apartment. Years of working on my control kept me grounded.
With Lorenzo gone, that control is slipping.
Matilde backs up a step when I stalk toward her, gasping when her back connects with the counter. I cage her in, my eyes on her stubborn ones, but I can read the nerves in them.
“Luca,” she whispers when I bring my hand to her cheek, brushing my thumb over the pink tinge covering it. “What are you doing?”
“That’s what I want to know, too,” I rasp, our closeness affecting me more than I want to admit. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her since I left, and I can’t help the jealousy overwhelming me after what I just walked in on. “What were you doing with Lorenzo?”
She stares up stubbornly at me, our hot breath mingling in the narrow space between us. “It’s none of your business–”
“Matilde!”
Under the jealousy is fear—the kind I can’t shake. For months, she’s kept me at arm’s length. At first, I told myself it was because of what I am, what I do. But she seemed comfortable enough with Lorenzo just now, and that throws everything I thought I knew into questions.
Matilde must read some of what I am feeling on my face because the defiance on hers softens a little. “He was acting as my taste tester,” she whispers, her eyes flicking to the bowl of chocolate mousse on the counter.
“You know who to call when you need a taste tester, biscottina,” I say, turning back to her. She gasps when I slide my hand down the side of her body—over the curve of her breast to her waist—before dropping my hand to the perfect mound of her ass. “If you need help, I’m happy to oblige.”
“Luca!” she gasps, gripping my shoulders when I lift her onto the counter, settling between her legs. The new position puts us at eye level, and I read every minute emotion that crosses her face. Nerves, excitement, uncertainty, and most dominant of all, arousal.
“What are you doing?” she asks when I start unbuttoning her blouse, but she does nothing to stop me. “Luca—”
“I want you to feed me some of that chocolate mousse too,” I say as I spread her blouse to reveal a red bra to match the thong I pocketed earlier.
She shivers when I slide the blouse off her shoulders before reaching behind to undo the clasp of her bra, freeing the most gorgeous pair of tits I’ve ever seen.
Her face is flushed when I tear my eyes away from her breasts and look at her face. “I…if you get a new spoon then I'll—”
“That won’t be necessary, biscottina,” I rasp, grabbing the bowl and pulling it closer. I dip my index finger into the chocolate mousse. “I don't want to taste it off a spoon.”
“Then where…oh God,” she gasps when I spread the chocolate over the soft pink of her nipple. A shudder rolls through her body when I lean close, following the line with my tongue, cleaning the chocolate off her skin.
“Hmm,” I groan at the taste as I lick her nipple with my tongue until the chocolate is gone. “Delicious.”
“Luca, what are you doing?”
“Taste testing this for you,” I say, this time dipping two fingers into the bowl and spreading the chocolate over her chest and both of her nipples.
Slowly, I nudge her onto her back and trail my hand down her stomach, feeling her body tremble with every caress.
I follow my hand with my tongue, cleaning the mess I leave behind and sucking her beaded nipples until they’re clean.
Her back arches off the counter as I lick the chocolate off her, moaning with every soft caress of my tongue.
“This is the sweetest mousse I’ve ever tasted in my life,” I growl, using my free hand to tug her skirt off until she’s naked.
I spread more of the chocolate over her inner thighs.
“I can’t stop licking it off you, biscottina.
” I drag my tongue down her stomach, spreading her legs wider as I move lower.
My dick is hard, throbbing behind my zipper and begging for relief, but the ache only intensifies when I move between her thighs and catch the scent of her arousal.
I growl at the pink flesh staring back at me, glistening with her obvious excitement.
“So delicious,” I groan, my eyes on her pussy as I lick at the chocolate between her thighs, feeling her tremble under me, her moans echoing through the apartment.
“Feels…oh God, Luca. W-what are you doing to me,” she cries out when I bring a finger to her core and rub my thumb over her folds, spreading her pink lips for my hungry eyes. “Luca!”
“What, baby?” I rasp, my voice thick and heavy even to my own ears. “What do you want?”
“You,” she whimpers, her hips arching off the counter and chasing my thumb. “Please.”
"How do you want me?" I ask, licking the last of the chocolate off her thighs before straightening up to look down at her, spread naked over the kitchen counter.
She looks so goddamned beautiful. Body flushes, eyes lidded, and that sexy mouth panting with ragged breaths—all while reacting to the finger caressing her pussy.
“Luca, please…”
Goddammit!
With a growl, I pull my hand away and lift her off the counter, carrying her out of the kitchen. “Your room…now,” I demand. She points toward the door on the left, so I push it open and don’t bother closing it behind me as I carry her to the bed.
I’m on her before her back lands on the mattress, kissing her mouth like a man drowning.
It’s a haze of need and desire as I lick into her mouth, my hands moving urgently over her thighs.
My stomach clenches with need as she pushes into the kiss, moaning as our mouths slant hotly, tongues dancing erotically until we’re both out of breath.
I break the kiss to lick down her neck, tasting traces of the chocolate on her and breathing in her scent. She’s a fucking dessert herself.
Mine.
All fucking mine.
“I need to taste you,” I say hoarsely, licking down her body. She spreads her thighs for me, the light from the hallway revealing the glistening flesh of her pussy. All wet and needy for me. Christ, how can I want someone—need someone—this bad? How can she drive me to madness simply by existing?
The taste of her still clings to my tongue, but I still crave more. I’m dizzy for it.
"Luca!" she screams when I slide my tongue over her pussy and lap at the pooling wetness, groaning as her taste explodes on my tongue. I’m hungry for it. For her. I grip her thighs and bury my face in her heat, my tongue seeking her entrance and pushing inside. She moans and cries out my name, back arching off the bed, but I am a starving man. She chants my name over and over again when I swat her clit, teasing the swollen bud until she’s practically bucking on the bed.
It’s too much. And yet, it’s not enough.
I bump my hips against the mattress, my cock leaking steadily behind my zipper as I pleasure the woman who stole my heart from the moment I met her. I worship her pussy, licking her clit until I feel her thighs begin to tremble and her breath become ragged.
“Luca!” she cries. I feel her pussy quiver against my tongue with the threat of her orgasm, so I wrap my lips around her clit in gentle suction.
She tenses against me seconds before a scream tears from her throat.
She writhes helplessly on the bed, rough tremors rolling through her body, but I hold her down, eating her out like her pussy’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted—and she is.
Better than any dessert her magic fingers could create.
“Luca. Luca, oh God. Luca!” she chants as I continue sucking, her stomach seizing again with another climax. I lick her through it before finally pulling back and slowly climbing off the bed.
Her thighs are still trembling as I take her in, chest heaving and sweat beading on the curve of her breasts.
Those lidded eyes stay on mine as I start to strip, tearing off my T-shirt and then my jeans.
Her eyes follow my hands, and I notice them widen with shock when I free my aching cock from my briefs and it springs free, the crown red and leaking pre-cum.
For her.
Always for her.
Her nervous eyes meet mine when I climb back onto the bed and settle between her thighs. I take her hand and bring it to my cock. “Feel how hard I am for you, baby?” I rasp, groaning when her fingers close around my shaft. “Fuck, I could come just watching you.”
I lean down and brush my mouth over hers, letting her taste her arousal clinging to my lips, the chocolate mousse on my tongue.
“Do you have any idea how many nights I went back home after guarding you all day and got myself off just thinking about you?” I brush my lips over her jaw and down to her neck, nuzzling her skin with the tip of my nose, trying and failing to get a firm grip on my control. “I want you so bad, baby.”