18. Mia
18
MIA
M y heart races as I stand in front of Luca, my fingers trembling slightly as I walk toward the dress lying on the ground. I know he’s watching me.
Every inch of exposed skin feels like it's on fire beneath his gaze, even though I don’t dare look directly at him. I’m still not used to this, to being undressed in front of a man—let alone him.
He’s my husband now, but it doesn’t feel quite right. This isn’t the marriage my father would have ever approved of, and that thought weighs heavily on me. My father would have wanted me to marry someone like Dom. But here I am, with Luca. The enemy.
Still, every time I feel his eyes on me, it sends a shiver down my spine, igniting something I never knew existed within me. My skin feels alive under his gaze, my core aching with a need that surprises me. I risk a glance in the mirror. Luca’s watching me, his eyes dark with hunger, and it makes me feel… wanted.
More than that—it makes me feel powerful.
But it’s unnerving too. The way he looks at me like he owns me.
And maybe, in some ways, he does.
He’s claimed me in ways I never imagined a man could. The memory of him fucking me—hard, fast, unrelenting—makes my legs tremble. My body is still buzzing, trembling from the way he took me, the way he made me feel.
God, I want more . I’ve never felt so wanton in my life. I didn’t even know a woman could feel this way, let alone someone like me, who had never imagined craving a man this way.
And Luca—he’s everything I didn’t expect. Dark, possessive, but somehow gentle in moments I wouldn’t have anticipated. His touch is demanding, but it’s also addictive. I want more of it. I want more of him. Even now, my core aches with a need I can’t seem to shake. I want him to take me again, to consume me the way he did earlier.
But then Luca’s voice cuts through the haze of my thoughts, reminding me that we have dinner plans. Dinner. As if we’re a normal couple with normal lives. The idea feels absurd, but I move to get dressed, knowing I can’t exactly refuse. I step toward the dress he’s chosen for me, running my hands over the fabric. It’s deep blue, soft and silky beneath my fingertips, and when I slip into it, it feels like nothing I’ve ever worn before.
I smooth it down over my hips, and the sensation makes me acutely aware of how different this dress is from what I’m used to. It’s bold, sensual in a way that my usual dresses never are. I’ve always worn more modest clothing, something that reflects the innocence my father wanted me to maintain, something that made me look younger, untouchable. But this dress—it’s provocative. It hugs every curve, clinging to my body in a way that makes me feel… exposed. But powerful too, in a way that both excites and unnerves me.
I look at myself in the mirror, and I hardly recognize the woman staring back. This dress makes me look older, more like Luca’s wife. More like the woman I’m supposed to be. I adjust the straps, feeling the fabric skim against my skin, and a rush of heat floods my body. I look like a woman now. I feel like a woman.
When I finally meet Luca’s eyes in the mirror, the intensity in his gaze steals the breath from my lungs. He’s staring at me with that same hunger from before, but now there’s something more. Desire. Raw, unfiltered desire. He likes what he sees.
No, he loves what he sees. And somehow, that makes my pulse race even faster.
My pulse pounds in my ears as Luca stares at me, his gaze hungry and dark, making every inch of my skin tingle under the weight of his attention.
I feel naked, even though I’m still dressed in the deep blue gown he picked for me. The way it clings to my body, skimming my curves, makes me feel exposed. I’ve never worn anything like this before—nothing so bold, so provocative.
I can’t ignore how Luca looks at me, his eyes burning with desire, as if he wants to devour me right where I stand. It sets my skin on fire. Every breath I take feels too fast, too shallow, and my hands tremble as I try to smooth the fabric of the dress over my hips. The dress, which feels like it could come apart under his gaze alone, is unlike anything I’m used to—nothing like the modest clothes that once defined me.
This dress makes me feel like a woman, like his woman. And judging by the way he’s looking at me, he sees that too. He wants me, and knowing that, knowing what’s about to happen, makes my heart race even more.
I can feel the tension between us, thick and electric. My thoughts are swirling, tangled in a mix of nerves and anticipation, and before I can fully process it, Luca is in front of me, his hands sliding around my waist.
He pulls me close, and I gasp softly, the heat of his body igniting something deep inside me. I feel him everywhere—his solid chest pressed against mine, his strong arms encircling me, the hard line of his cock pressing into my stomach.
His lips brush against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “You look fucking incredible,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough.
I bite my lip, my face flushing at his words. I don’t know how to respond. I’m not used to being looked at like this. Not used to being touched like this. And certainly not by someone like Luca.
Before I can say anything, his mouth is on mine. It’s a hot, hungry kiss, and I melt into him, my hands instinctively gripping his shirt as he pulls me closer. His lips are demanding, claiming mine in a way that sends a jolt of heat straight to my core. I moan softly against his mouth, and Luca takes that as an invitation, deepening the kiss until I’m completely lost in him.
I can’t think. I can’t breathe. All I can feel is Luca—his lips, his hands, his body pressing against mine. His kiss is rough, urgent, but there’s a sensuality to it that has me unraveling at the seams. His fingers dig into my hips, pulling me tighter against him, and I can feel just how hard he is, the heat of him making me ache with need.
His hands slide up my sides, his thumbs brushing the sides of my breasts through the fabric of the dress, and I gasp into his mouth. The sensation sends a wave of heat flooding through me, and I arch against him, desperate for more. Luca groans softly, his lips never leaving mine as he backs me up against the nearest wall, trapping me between his hard body and the cold surface.
The contrast between the chill of the wall and the heat of Luca’s touch makes me shiver, my body caught in a whirlwind of sensations I’ve never experienced before. Every brush of his hands, every stroke of his tongue against mine, sets me on fire.
Luca’s hands move lower, gripping my ass and lifting me slightly, pressing me even harder against him. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, feeling the hard bulge of his cock between my thighs. He growls softly, the sound vibrating against my lips, and I can feel the raw hunger in him, the need that matches my own.
His mouth leaves mine, trailing down my neck, kissing and biting as he goes. My head falls back against the wall, my breath coming in ragged gasps as he works his way down to my collarbone, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. I moan, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as my body arches against him.
“Fuck, Mia,” he groans against my skin, his voice rough and thick with need. “You drive me insane.”
I shiver at his words, my body responding to his every touch, his every kiss. It’s overwhelming and intoxicating all at once.
Luca’s hands slide down to my thighs, his fingers digging into the flesh as he holds me against the wall. He presses his hips into me, grinding against me, and I gasp at the sensation, the friction sending sparks of pleasure racing through my body.
“I want you,” he growls, his breath hot against my neck. “I want you so fucking bad.”
The words send a rush of heat straight to my core, and I can’t help the way my hips move against him, seeking more of that delicious friction. My mind is spinning, lost in the haze of desire, and all I can think about is how much I want him too.
I don’t know what’s come over me. Just an hour or so ago, I was terrified that Luca was going to hurt me.
But now, I can’t think of anything else but him. The way he makes me feel. The way he sets my body on fire with just a touch.
Luca’s hands move up again, slipping under the hem of my dress, his fingers grazing the bare skin of my thighs. I gasp, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure straight through me. He doesn’t go any further, doesn’t rush to take the dress off me. Instead, he teases me, his hands roaming over my legs, my hips, as he kisses me deeply, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that makes me dizzy.
I can feel how hard he is, how much he wants me, and it makes my own desire flare even hotter. I moan into his mouth, my hands gripping his shoulders as I press myself against him, desperate for more. Luca groans softly, his fingers digging into my skin as he kisses me harder, more urgently.
His lips trail back down to my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as he presses his body into mine. The rough friction of his pants against my bare thighs, the heat of his erection pressing into me, makes me ache with need.
“Luca…” I whisper, my voice trembling with desire.
He pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and intense, filled with the same need I feel burning inside me. He cups my face in his hands, his thumbs brushing my cheeks as he leans in to kiss me again, softer this time, but no less passionate.
I melt into the kiss, my body giving in to the heat between us. Every touch, every kiss, feels like it’s setting me on fire, and I’m completely lost in him. I want him. I need him.
But then, just as I’m about to give in completely, Luca pulls back, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he looks down at me.
“As much as I want to fuck you against this wall,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough, “we have dinner plans.”
The words take a moment to register, my mind still clouded with desire. Dinner plans. Right. I swallow hard, trying to steady my breathing as I slowly untangle myself from Luca, my legs shaking as I lower myself back to the ground.
Luca’s hands linger on my waist for a moment longer, his thumbs brushing over my hips as if he’s reluctant to let go. He steps back, his eyes still dark with desire as he looks at me, and the way he’s staring at me makes my heart race all over again.
“We’ll continue this later,” he says, a wicked grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
I nod, my body still buzzing from the intensity of the moment. Even though we’re supposed to be getting ready for dinner, I can’t stop thinking about what just happened. What almost happened.
And I know, deep down, that once dinner is over, we’ll be right back where we started.