18. Luca
LUCA
Dear Diary,
I’m definitely not attracted to my father’s fiancée. (This is a lie.)
Imade a beeline for the kitchen after I left my father’s office, a childhood habit I apparently had never broken. I’d always sought out Virginia after any interaction with him. Stepmothers had come and gone, none of them interested in mothering me.
Virginia had always been the closest thing I had to one, even if she did have to hold herself back, thanks to my father’s fear that if I was coddled too much, I’d turn out weak.
Or worse.
Gay.
Sometimes I wondered if I’d only started dating men just to spite him, even if he’d never know.
Except then I remembered the way my entire body hummed with desire when I looked at Lynx and realized that no, I just fucking liked guys.
Nyah standing at the kitchen counter in cutoff denim shorts, a tank top, and an apron tied around her waist gave me a sharp reminder I wasn’t only into men anymore.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so turned on by a woman.
Then again, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen one naked. Or heard one moan while she played with her pussy while lying in bed beside me.
That was impossible to forget.
The fact my father had forbidden me to touch her only made me want to do it more.
She glanced over her shoulder at me as I walked in, and her happy smile instantly turned to a scowl. “Oh. It’s you.”
“Who were you expecting?”
“Virginia. We were baking a cake, since all the ones we tried at the wedding place were awful. But we didn’t have one of the ingredients. She just ran out to the store to get more.”
I leaned over and stuck my finger in the chocolatey batter sitting in the mixing bowl.
I got it into my mouth before she could smack me.
“That’s not done! It’ll taste terrible.”
“It’s good actually. Try some.”
She shook her head. “I need to be able to fit in my wedding dress.”
I screwed up my face. “So, what? You aren’t even going to eat the cake you’re baking?”
“Definitely not. I already tried a handful this morning.”
“Why make it then?”
She shrugged, leaning back against the refrigerator. “Because Virginia is the only other woman in this house, and she suggested she would bake me a cake since I hadn’t liked any of the ones earlier. And I asked if I could help.”
I frowned at her. “My father wouldn’t like it. You being in here. Working like you’re one of the staff.”
“Virginia said that too. But I talked her into changing her mind. Do I have to do the same to you?”
I stole another fingerful of batter. “I don’t give a shit what you do, princess.” I sucked my finger clean, though it reminded me of the way my father had done that after having his finger inside her.
Heat flushed down my spine at the thought.
She shoved me away from the bowl. “Stop doing that! There’s going to be no batter left at this rate! I don’t know how you’re even eating that. It has no sugar in it.”
It must have had something else sweet then, because it didn’t taste bad at all. I held a chocolate-drenched finger out to her. “Try it.”
“Eww. I’m not licking it off your finger, Luca.”
But something flared in her eyes too. I didn’t know if she was remembering what my father had done to her as well. Or if it was the thought of my finger in her mouth that had her flushing pink like that.
And even though I’d just been warned away from her, I had to know.
I moved closer to her. “Try it, Nyah. Try your own damn baking.”
She backed up, laughing, shaking her head. “Not a chance.”
I held the finger out like it was a weapon. “You’re not a real chef unless you try your own food. How else will you know if it’s good? I could be lying to you.”
“Knowing you, you probably are.”
It was a fair enough statement. I wasn’t exactly known for being truthful. I cornered her, enjoying the way her brown eyes lit up, full of a playful, happy energy I hadn’t seen from her yet.
If this was what a trip to the ice rink and trying some cake did to her, maybe I would have to do that every day. Smiling looked good on her.
Almost as good as the expression she got when I was pissing her off. That scowl, all sass and attitude, was hot.
Apparently, everything about her was hot. Including the way she looked in that fucking apron.
All I could think about was getting her down here, late at night when the rest of the house was quiet.
And having her wear that apron and literally nothing else.
My dick stirred at the very thought of her tits out, long legs, the tops hidden by the ruffled apron fabric.
She’d turn around and flash me her perfect ass, all rounded globes I wanted to rub my dick between.
I pressed her against the kitchen cabinets, catching her, and dragging my finger across her bottom lip before she could complain.
The thick chocolatey goop coated her mouth, and she gaped at me. “Luca! I said I wasn’t trying it!”
I couldn’t help myself. I swiped my finger inside her mouth, shutting her up.
I shouldn’t have said a word. I shouldn’t have even been alone with her, and yet it was like everything inside me was hardwired to ignore my father’s instructions.
It was like being a kid, told not to touch the cookie jar.
I hadn’t even wanted the fucking cookie until I’d been told I couldn’t have it.
And now, it was all I could think about.
“Lick it,” I demanded.
Little Miss Attitude and Sass wrapped her lips around my finger, sucking it clean.
Then her pink tongue darted out, licking the batter from her lips as well.
Something charged in the air between us.
Something thick and hot that felt a hell of a lot like a mutual attraction.
I grinned at her arrogantly. “You want me.”
The tension splintered. “You shove your finger in my mouth, demand I lick it, and then tell me I want you? Keep gaslighting yourself, Luca.” She ducked under my arm.
But it wasn’t before a blush stained her cheeks.
I caught her arm and spun her back around, so we were facing each other. From down the hallway, the front door opened and closed, and I knew it was probably Virginia, returning with the last of the ingredients they needed.
I leaned down and whispered in Nyah’s ear, “You like me telling you what to do, princess. I can see it in your eyes. So when I tell you to take that apron to your bedroom so I can see you in nothing but that, I’ll bet you do it.”
She shook me off, the heat in her eyes turning into anger.
“Go to hell, Luca. I’m marrying your father.
The only man who’ll be seeing me naked is him.
Whatever test this is to prove I’m loyal to him, I’ll pass.
Why don’t you go back to his office and report that?
That I rejected you because the only man I want is him. ”
There was a smudge of chocolate on her jaw, and I leaned down, licking it off her skin before she could protest.
She gasped.
And then slapped me straight across the face.
All I did was laugh. Because, fuck me, I loved how feisty she was.
“Here’s the thing, Nyah. I might be a liar, but that only means I can spot another.
And you, little princess, are lying through your teeth.
And one day, really soon, you’re going to put on that apron for me and let me fuck you in it.
We both know it’s going to happen. It’s not a matter of if. It’s when.”
She smiled sweetly at me. “I’d rather put my foot in a bear trap than let you put your dick in me, Luca Guerra.”
“We’ll see how true that is when you haven’t had any sex in months because my father won’t touch you.
” I cocked my head to one side. “Oh wait, that won’t bother you, will it?
Since you’re a virgin and all? You don’t know any better, do you?
You have no idea what it feels like to have a man put his face between your thighs and lick you until your legs tremble and you can’t hold back the scream.
You know nothing about how it feels when he slides his fingers inside you—not in the way my father did to you in his office, just shoving them in like your pussy is his.
No, you have no idea what it’s like for a real man to fill you, one finger.
Two. Three. Four because you’re so wet you’re begging for his entire hand. ”
Her breaths hitched and grew fast. And I knew I had her, hook, line, and sinker. “You have no idea what it feels like to have his thick cock press inside you from behind while you rub your clit and he fingers your ass. You have no idea how that combination feels, do you, princess?”
She couldn’t even answer. Her eyes burned with the need I’d seen in them the day I’d unknowingly lain beside her in bed, my cock hard in my hand, her fingers buried in her pussy to relive the ache the sounds of me jacking off had created inside her.
“You have no idea what it feels like to have a man kiss you when you want him so bad you can’t even fucking breathe.”
There wasn’t a sound between us.
“Breathe, Nyah.”
Air rushed out of her, and she sucked in more just as fast.
I grinned. “Good girl.”