Chapter 7 Giulia #2
I enjoy the evening with Liesl more this time, knowing that my plan worked before.
We order in and drink a few glasses of wine while half-watching a movie and gossiping and reminiscing.
She goes to bed about eleven again, a little drunk, and I get ready as quickly as I can before slipping out of the service entrance the same way I did before and hailing a cab.
I hesitate for only a minute before going into the club. Luca or not, I remind myself, walking as confidently as I can inside and showing the woman waiting at the entrance my membership card. Tonight is the night.
But as I walk in, I can’t help hoping that I find him here. I know it’s a long shot, I know it, but he’s the one I want. I’m not entirely sure I can do this with anyone else. I want my first time to be with Luca.
But you don’t want it to be with Alessandro. So if he’s not here, choose someone.
The club is busier tonight. The music pulses through the space, and I can feel it in my chest, matching my heartbeat.
I scan the room, looking for him, and for a moment I think he's not here. I draw in a slow breath, trying to take in more of the crowd, to look for a man that I find attractive who isn’t Luca.
He can’t be the only man in the world I want. He can’t be—
I see him, and my heart nearly stops. Relief crashes into me so hard my knees nearly buckle. He's at the bar, alone, his back to me. But I'd know those shoulders anywhere, the way he holds himself, the way he moves. My heart is pounding so hard I can barely breathe.
And then the relief gives way to fear. What if he doesn't want to see me again? What if he's moved on, found someone else? What if—
He turns, and our eyes meet across the room.
The recognition is instant and mutual. I can feel the crackle between us, the way the air thickens. He goes completely still, his glass halfway to his mouth. I can see the shock in his expression. The disbelief.
I start walking toward him before I can second-guess myself. Before fear can make me turn around. He moves at the same time, as if we’re connected by an invisible thread. He sets down his glass and meets me halfway.
"Valentina." My fake name sounds hoarse when he says it, so full of need that arousal sweeps through me, dragging me under like a tide. My voice sounds shaky when I speak.
"Hi."
"I didn't think I'd see you again." He’s looking at me with undisguised desire, but there’s some wariness there, too. I can’t exactly blame him after the way I ran last time.
"I didn't think I'd come back." The honesty surprises me. "But I couldn't stop thinking about you."
Heat flashes in his eyes, his pupils wide and dark with lust. "I couldn't stop thinking about you either."
Every word feels like electricity on my skin.
He wants me. He couldn’t stop thinking about me.
I try to remind myself that he was thinking about the woman I’m pretending to be, but I’m too keyed up, too full of longing to care.
We're standing so close. Close enough that I can feel the warmth radiating off his body, and I have to tilt my head back to look at him.
"I'm sorry I ran," I say softly. "I got scared."
His gaze sweeps over me, and it makes my breath catch. "Are you still scared?"
I swallow hard and shake my head. A small smile tilts the corners of his lips.
“I think you’re lying,” he murmurs. He reaches up, and for a moment I think he's going to take off my mask. I tense to jerk back if he tries. But instead, his fingers trace the edge of it, following the delicate lace pattern.
"Why did you come back?" His voice is low, so rough around the edges, it sends a shiver through me.
"Because I want to finish what we started." I manage to find the courage to hold his gaze. "Because I want you."
The words hang between us. His eyes darken, and he reaches out, pulling me into him by my waist. The club around us vanishes; it’s only him and me. My entire body is thrumming with need. I’ve never felt so alive.
"Are you sure?" he asks roughly. "Because if we go upstairs, I'm not stopping this time. Not unless you tell me to."
My pulse is racing. My skin feels too tight. "I'm sure."
He takes my hand, and the simple touch seems to jolt all the way down to between my thighs. A slow, heated smile curves his lips. "Then let's go."
I barely notice anything about the room that we’re led to. All I can see is Luca. He walks to the edge of the bed and turns to look at me, and then he crooks a finger at me, calling me closer.
A shiver runs down my spine at the look on his face, half desire and half arrogance. “I saw the way you looked at me last time,” he murmurs as I move closer slowly. “You wanted me. No running this time, piccola coniglia. Little rabbit.”
His voice is so thick, his accent coloring every word, and it makes me shiver again. I make it all the way to just in front of him, kicking off my heels as I go so that I don’t trip. “No running,” I whisper.
“If you want to stop, say ruby,” he murmurs. He reaches out to touch the stud in one of my ears, his finger brushing against the lobe as he touches the delicate ruby. “Otherwise, piccola, I won’t stop.”
I nod, unable to speak. I feel like I’m going to pass out; it’s so hard to breathe. “I want to see you,” I whisper. “Like last time.”
That arrogance flashes in his eyes again, and he smirks. His hands go to the top button of his shirt. “I take off a piece, so do you,” he murmurs. “Fair is fair.”
I swallow hard. “Fair,” I whisper, and watch as he undoes his shirt.
He’s so much more beautiful than any man should be allowed to be.
Every button opened reveals hard muscle, ink patterned over it in bold font and designs.
I feel my mouth going dry as his shirt falls open, and I can feel the desire gathering between my thighs as he shrugs it to the floor, his muscles flexing as he does.
“Now you,” he murmurs hoarsely.
My fingers tremble as I reach for the zipper at the back of my dress. I tug it down, all the way to the small of my back, and then slowly push the cap sleeves off of my shoulders, wiggling the tight fabric down until it peels off of my breasts, my hips, and finally falls to the floor.
I’m left in only my black silk panties and matching lace bra, and Luca’s eyes are blown dark with lust as he looks at me, his gaze hungrily sweeping over me from face to toes and back up again.
“Bellissima,” he murmurs roughly. “So fucking beautiful.”
I feel my face flush. “You next,” I whisper, and he gives me that arrogant smirk again as his hands go to his belt.
“I want you on your knees again, coniglia,” he purrs. “I want my cock touching your lips when it’s free, and I want to see how pretty they look wrapped around it.” His voice drops an octave, sending shivers over every inch of my skin. “I want everything I didn’t get last time.”
I bite my lip, but I step forward, closer and closer until I’m right in front of him. Forcing myself to be brave and hold his gaze, I sink down to my knees. Only then does he undo his belt.
His fingers catch his zipper, drawing it down, and the thick ridge that I see pushing against it nearly hits my cheek when it springs free, as intimidating as it was the last time.
I want to ask how on earth it’s going to fit inside of me, but I don’t. I don’t want him to know how inexperienced I am. He might not have come here for a virgin. What man would go to a sex club for a woman who doesn’t know what she’s doing? He might want me to go if he knew.
So I say nothing, and lean in, my lips brushing the tip of his cock as I wrap my hand around it again.
“Take off your bra.” His voice is a low rasp. “I want to see those pretty breasts while you suck my cock, bellissima.”
His words are lewd, but his voice is so full of need that I know exactly what I’m doing to him. I reach behind me with my other hand as I grip him, unhooking my bra as I flick my tongue out to tease the tip.
I hear his sharp exhale when my bra falls away, freeing my breasts. He reaches down, palming one, playing with the nipple as I start to tease his cock further, running my tongue down the side.
Gently, he slaps the side of my breast. “Lips around it, bellissima. I want to be sucked.”
I know he’s testing the waters, seeing if I’ll protest the way he’s talking to me, but all it does is make me wetter, my pussy clenching as I obey. I wrap my lips around him, feeling the strange, arousing sensation of his tip in my mouth, and he groans as if overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Fuck.” His fingers tweak my nipple gently, toying with it as I slide my lips down a little more. “Only take as much as you can, bellissima. Don’t force it.” His voice is gentler now. “Just that much feels so fucking good.”
That emboldens me. I slide my tongue over him as I test out how much I can take, getting his cock halfway over my tongue before I start to feel my gag reflex kicking in.
The amount that’s left outside of my mouth is alarming, but I stroke him with my hand as I lightly suck and lick, playing with his cock as he gently squeezes my breasts and toys with my nipples.
I’ve never been so aroused. My skin feels oversensitive, my pussy aching, my panties soaked. I moan around his cock when he tweaks my nipple again, and he groans, abandoning my breast to reach for my arm and tug me up to my feet.
“Fuck, I’m going to come too soon if you keep doing that.
” He hooks one thumb in his briefs and pushes them off, then picks me up by my hips and lifts me, a small squeak escaping my lips as he lays me back on the bed.
Our clothing game is forgotten as he reaches for my panties and pulls them off in one swift motion, leaving me naked on the bed.
“Fuck,” he repeats, his gaze hungry as he takes in the sight of me. “You’re so fucking perfect.”