Chapter 60 #2
I found The Iliad among the books and clutched it under my arm.
As I left the library, I wondered if I should take Marcello’s advice and talk to Luca.
He’d given me his mother’s necklace and planned an amazing date.
But after the shit in the temple last night, I wasn’t sure what to think about our relationship.
Was everything a game to him, or did he have real feelings for me?
I walked down the hallway and poked my head into Luca’s office. He sat behind a long wooden desk, dressed in his usual three-piece Brioni suit. My handsome Devil focused on the computer screen, looking so severe and intimidating.
I knocked on the door, which creaked open from the force of my hand. Luca’s eyes shot up from the screen, his gaze meeting mine.
“Can we talk?” I asked him.
He threw out his hand at the chairs across from his desk. “I have five minutes before my next meeting.”
I strolled into the room with a determined expression. As usual, he would try to intimidate me, and I was not letting him take control of this situation. I dropped the book on a leather chair and sat across from him.
His blue irises bore into mine, cutting through me like knives. “So talk,” he said in a harsh tone.
“Why did you bring me to the temple last night?”
Luca leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. “To help you remember what we did last year. I’m guessing it didn’t work.”
“You guessed right,” I said with my heart hammering. “Look, I know things have been strained between us, but I have an idea I’d like to try, and I hope you’ll agree.”
He cocked his head to the side, scratching his jaw. “What did you have in mind?”
“It’s been ten years, and in this time, we’ve never dated. We’ve done nothing as a couple except a few dinners.”
“I sent you clothing every morning for years,” he challenged. “I took you to New York, Milan, Paris, and Barcelona for dinner. I have given you everything, yet it’s still not good enough.”
“Luca,” I sighed. “You’re missing the point. When have you ever committed to me?”
“Every summer, when you were in Devil’s Creek. And after you moved to The Hills.”
“We were never dating,” I pointed out.
“You ran from me, Drea.” His words were harsh, like they burned his tongue. “Every time I made an effort, you told me I was cruel. That you didn’t want me. No matter what I do, you still hate me.”
“Because you scared me,” I confessed. “I was only eighteen when we met. You were out of your mind.”
“And now?”
“Even more insane.”
He tilted his head back and laughed like a lunatic.
“You’re only proving my point, Luca.” I crossed my legs and propped my elbow up on the arm of the high-back chair. “We’re not in love. We barely even know each other. I’ve learned more about your family from Marcello in the past few weeks than you have told me in years.”
“What do you want to know?”
“You are so closed off,” I said with a sigh. “It’s like talking to a robot sometimes.”
He sneered at my comment. “We can’t all wear our feelings on our sleeves.”
“I’m not talking about feelings. I want to date you.”
His eyebrows rose. “Are you joking?”
“No, I’ve given this a lot of thought.”
He pushed his palm to the desk as he got up from the chair. A stern expression crossed his handsome face as he moved in front of me. Luca sat on the edge of his desk, his legs spread, staring down at me.
“What about Marcello?” Luca’s fingers clutched my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Are you done playing with my brother?”
I rolled my eyes. “He’s not a toy.”
“Only one of us can marry you,” he challenged. “You can’t have both of us.”
“Are you afraid you’ll lose me to Marcello?”
He snickered. “Of course not. We are part of each other. What binds us will destroy us.”
“Those words no longer mean anything to us ,” I countered. “Save that for the Knights. I need more from you. Until you fully commit to me, I’m not letting Marcello go. I need him, too.”
He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t date.”
As a wave of nervous energy shook through me, I leaned forward and clutched my knees. “You’re overthinking this. Stop taking the word dating so literally. I want to do things together, tell each other things, talk about something other than our family obligations.”
His desk phone blared through the room, interrupting our staring contest. Luca rose from the desk, his gigantic body towering over me. He moved around the desk, and I shot up from the chair.
“No, don’t go.” He beckoned me with his finger. “Come here.”
Luca hit the speakerphone button and muttered words in another language.
I understood Italian from years of lessons my grandfather forced me to take, knowing they would eventually come in handy around Luca and his family.
He spoke in what sounded like an Asian dialect, though I didn’t know a single word.
Rambling in rapid succession, Luca fired back comments to the man speaking to him. I didn’t recognize the voice.
Luca waved me over, his eyes burning a hole through me. He grabbed my hip, digging his nails into my flesh, and pushed me onto his desk.
“My God, baby.” He licked his lips. “You fucking kill me.”
Luca pulled down his zipper and whipped out his big cock, stroking his length. I leaned forward to touch him, and he swatted at my hand. He mumbled something I couldn’t understand to his business associate and then stripped my shorts and panties off without warning.
Luca pressed his palm to my stomach, and I leaned back on my elbows, giving him the full view.
His careful appraisal of my body set my skin on fire, heat rolling off my skin in waves.
When he looked at me like this, I wanted to tear off his clothes and beg him to claim me.
And judging by the look on his face, he was about to do just that.
His fingers branded my skin as he slowly inched his way up my thigh. A crazed look flickered in his blue irises before he bent forward and licked his lips.
“Can you be quiet, baby?” Luca whispered with his mouth inches from my pussy.
His breath fanned across my skin, driving me fucking crazy. How could I say no?
“Yes,” I muttered.
He raised his finger to his mouth and said, “Shhh,” right before he rolled his tongue over my aching clit.
A whimper slipped from my lips.
He stopped licking me and looked up with a disapproving look.
He shook his head, warning me to stay quiet, then dove back in, licking me straight down the middle.
I gripped the edge of the desk and arched my back, needing more of his tongue.
He gave me soft, tentative licks, his tongue driving inside me as he devoured me.
Luca was like a hungry animal, taking turns sucking on my clit and lapping up the juices between my slick folds.
He lifted my thigh, dropped it over his shoulder, and thrust two fingers inside me.
I clamped my hand over my mouth to stifle my screams, trying my best to keep the men on the phone from hearing me.
“Mr. Salvatore,” one man said, and Luca tortured me by pulling his head back.
He spoke in Chinese, then nodded his head as the men responded.
Another man joined the call, giving Luca a reprieve.
He glanced up at me with my cum coating his full lips, giving me one of the sickest smiles I’d ever seen.
His blue eyes were wide and intense, a look so crazy in them I thought he’d snapped.
But when he ravaged me again, licking me from front to back, tasting every inch of me, I didn’t care if he’d gone full-blown psychopath as long as he made me come.
I moaned, unable to control myself, and he reached up to cover my mouth with his hand.
I screamed against his skin, my teeth scraping his flesh.
When I hit the peak of my climax, my entire body trembled.
He shoved a third finger inside me, spreading me open.
I tugged on his short hair as I rode out my orgasm.
A wild and intense wave of pleasure shot down my arms and thighs.
After my body stopped convulsing, he sat back and lowered my thigh to the desk. My hunter stared back at me with carnal hunger. Again, it was his turn to speak on the call, and he muttered words in Chinese for a solid minute before he turned his focus back to me.
I slid off his desk and dropped to my knees between his spread thighs.
His chest rose and fell as I took his cock in my hand, stroking his long length.
He tilted his head back against the chair, his fingers massaging my scalp as he pulled my head closer.
I stuck out my tongue to lick to the tip.
His lips parted as our eyes met, and then he shoved my mouth onto him, forcing me to take all of his impressive length.
I sucked his cock like it was an Olympic sport, making him groan and squirm. He fisted my hair like a savage, grabbing my curls so hard my scalp burned as I hummed on his cock.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispered, doing his best to be quiet.
He leaned forward to speak into the speaker, which forced more of him down my throat. After he finished speaking, he bent down and whispered against the shell of my ear. “Keep this up, and I’m going to tear up your pussy.”
I moaned in response.
“You like that, my dirty girl? Hmm?” Luca tugged on my curls, the heat from his breath on my earlobe. “You want me to punish you for being bad?”
I answered him with my eyes, peeking up at him with his big cock pushing out my cheeks.
Luca slid my hair off my forehead so he could watch me choke on his length.
He tightened his grip right as his legs shook, his orgasm working its way through his body.
He arched his hips, and I’d never felt so full of him in my life.
Luca came into my mouth, staring into my eyes with a satisfied look. He rolled the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip. “Swallow all of my cum, baby girl.”
I sucked on his finger, and he groaned.
Luca helped me up from the floor and set me on his lap. “I have another meeting after this one.” He sucked my lip into his mouth, then tugged with his teeth. “My birthday is on Saturday night. I have something planned.”
Before I could respond, a man on the phone said, “Mr. Salvatore?”
Clutching my hip, he leaned forward and answered the man in Chinese. A heated discussion ensued for at least three minutes before Luca turned to look at me.
“I need to focus, baby.” He tapped my thigh with his fingers. “Go paint or sit by the pool. I’m on all-day conference calls.”
I dipped my head down and kissed his lips. “Thanks for the orgasm. That was fun.” I slid off his lap and ran my hand through his black hair. “I’m guessing I won’t see you until Saturday.”
“You guessed right.” He grabbed my hand and kissed me, making me shiver from his soft touch. “I think you’ll like this party.”
“What kind of party?”
“One that has games,” he said with a wink, then tapped my ass. “Go before you distract me some more. I have to focus on this deal.”
I lifted the classic copy of The Iliad from the chair, and Luca whistled on my way out of his office. I shot one last look over my shoulder at him and smiled. On cloud nine, I descended the stairs, passed Dom in the second-floor hallway, and hopped into bed beside Marcello.
I flipped open the leather-bound copy of The Iliad and looked at Marcello. He studied me with one eyebrow lifted as if trying to read me.
A smirk teased his lips.
“I was with Luca,” I admitted.
“Yeah, I know. I can smell him on you.” He rolled his head to the side. “Feel better, princess?”
“Yes.”
He sat up, his muscular body hulking over me. “Did you talk to him?”
I nodded. “But I don’t know if I got through to him.”