Chapter 31 Charlie #2
I look over to Luciano and his eyes darken, a storm brewing in their depths. “Do it.” He leans back in his chair, rubbing his fingers along his chin.
I turn back, aligning the barrel carefully on the side of the man’s temple. Another deep breath, a final glance at Luciano’s hard gaze, and then I pull the trigger. The shot is muffled, but the finality hits me like a punch. Eli goes limp, slumping forward in the chair.
Another kill to add to my tally. Adrenaline surges through me, wild and intoxicating like the first time. I lower the gun to the desk, my hands trembling slightly. “Out,” I say to Carlo and Mattia, not taking my eyes off Luciano.
“Si.” Mattia grins. He knows what’s about to happen. Carlo slips out silently, shaking his head.
Luciano is on top of me within seconds of the door shutting, picking me up and setting me on the desk. I stare over at Eli’s lifeless body sitting in the room.
“You did well, Principessa,” Luciano says, grabbing my thighs to pull me closer to the desk’s edge. “Watching you kill… it makes me fucking hard as a rock.” His rough voice sends a shiver down my spine.
“Sit down,” I order, and he obeys without question.
I rest my heels on the armrests of his chair, my legs wide open, laying myself bare for his hungry gaze.
He reaches out for me, and I kick him away, holding onto the power a bit longer.
Sliding my fingers inside myself, soft moans slip from my lips.
Luciano’s lips part and I can see his desire growing, his dick hard against his pants.
Untying my top, I let it fall away, leaving my breasts exposed to the harsh chill of the room that contrasts sharply with the burning heat between us. I feel the tension coil tighter, the dangerous edge of our world blending with raw lust.
His hands brush my inner leg again, and I kick it away once more, speeding up my rhythm.
Our eyes lock, mine daring, his dark and hungry.
“Enough,” he barks, rising swiftly. He grips me hard as he drags me closer, his mouth claiming mine in a rough, demanding kiss.
He leans down, biting my nipples. “You want something hard in you?”
“Yes,” I whisper, grabbing his dark hair, desperate to hold him there just a moment longer before he lowers his mouth below my skirt. His tongue licks and nips with fierce intent, each touch sending waves of pleasure through me. “You want something long in you?” he murmurs between strokes.
“Yes…”
“Close your eyes,” he says, and I obey. I feel something cold enter me.
“Luci,” I breathe, uncertain.
But he doesn’t hesitate, thrusting it further.
I open my eyes, glancing down to see the cold object is the pistol I used to kill the man beside us, the silencer moving in and out of me.
He pushes the pistol in roughly, filling me with a brutal urgency that should repulse me but instead, it ignites me further.
He pins me back against the desk, hands gripping my wrists above my head, holding me tight as I hear him unclick the safety.
One pull of the trigger and I’m dead, but instead my body moves instinctively, thrusting with him and the pistol, the edge of pleasure razor sharp against his grip.
I scream his name, the sensation overwhelming as I release my orgasm. Pulling the gun free, he presses it to my mouth. “Suck.”
I obey, licking every part of the gun, tasting myself on the cold metal. He tosses the gun back into the drawer and frees himself, his cock springing out.
He turns me around on the desk, so I’m now facing Eli’s corpse. “Does this turn you on, Principessa?” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. “Want me to fuck you right here, in front of him?”
His cock presses against my ass, slipping down between my cheeks, teasing the entrance that I’m beginning to love. I moan, meeting his gaze. “Fuck me hard, Luciano.”
His hand grasps my chin, pulling me into a kiss as he enters me. I can feel myself clenching around his thickness. I bite his lip hard until it bleeds, the metallic taste flooding my mouth, stoking his fire.
Every thrust gets deeper, harder, the desk creaking beneath us as my pelvis presses into its edge. “Is that all you got?” I tease breathlessly.
He growls, slamming into me harder, bending me back to force my eyes onto the dead body. “Look at him while I fuck your tight cunt,” he demands.
I’m trembling, on the edge, gasping, “I’m about to come.”
Stars explode behind my closed eyes as I come, waves crashing through me. Luciano follows, groaning his release deep inside me. He bites my ass playfully as I collapse over the desk.
Turning to face him, I take in every sharp feature, and his fierce blue eyes. “Spread,” he says, already prying my thighs apart.
“You just can’t get enough of me, can you, Luci?”
He lowers himself, tongue flicking up my inner thighs, tracing paths that make me shiver. “Want me to clean you up, or do you want to drip my cum again?”
“If this is how you clean up, then definitely this,” I whisper. The familiar tingle dances through me as he licks me clean, his fingers scooping out the last of our mess.
“Open,” he commands, and I lick them, savoring every taste of our time spent. He pulls down my skirt and tosses me my shirt. I tie it back up while he straightens himself, the quiet aftermath of our brutal, beautiful chaos settling around us.
I glance down at the lifeless body sprawled across the floor, curiosity flickering in my eyes. “What now?” I ask.
Luciano doesn’t waste a second. “We join the others.” He pulls me close, and I lean in, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, a silent reminder that I’m still here with him.
His hand finds mine, guiding me out of the office.
The door clicks shut behind us, sealing away the silence for the thumping pulse of the club’s music.
As we move closer to the dance floor, the bass swells, shaking the air around us.
We slide into our booth, and I scan the room.
Gabriele and Carlo look up, eyes sharp. “Where are my friends?” I ask, scanning for familiar faces.
Carlo points to the dance floor where Mel and Izzy have Stefano and Mattia surrendered.
A laugh bubbles up, surprising me, and I sink onto Luciano’s lap, signaling Sara for a drink.
She glides over, that fake smile plastered on like a mask. “Yes, hon. What can I get for you?”
“Strongest cocktail you’ve got. And a bottle of tequila,” I say, locking eyes with her.
She nods, then turns her attention to the men. “Anything for you boys?” Her fingers brush Luciano’s arm, deliberately. Heat flares in my chest, an anger that refuses to be ignored.
I grab her arm with force, squeezing it hard enough for her to know not to mess with me.
“Bring a bottle of his favorite whiskey,” I cut in before he can answer.
I swear I catch a flicker of something—jealousy?
—in her eyes. I let her arm go with a shove as she nods and walks away without another word.
“Principessa,” Luciano breathes into my ear.
“What?” I snap, eyes fixed on Sara disappearing into the crowd.
“She’s just doing her job,” he says, calm but firm.
I spin around, glaring at him. “I didn’t realize doing her job meant touching.”
“If looks could kill,” Gabriele mutters from the side, not looking up from his tablet.
I turn my gaze to him. “What’s your deal, anyway?”
Still absorbed in his screen, Gabriele’s voice is flat but carries weight. “Everyone has a past. Some are harder to talk about, Charlie.”