Chapter 20 – Luca #2
Alfonso pretends to be disappointed. “And I was so looking forward to catching up.” Once more, he focuses entirely on Sienna, who shrinks into me. “Reminiscing about old times. I think the last time we saw each other was… hmmm… was it at the lake house?”
He laughs cruelly, knowing full fucking well it was. The night he told both of us that the other never showed.
“Sir, your car’s outside.” Tony mercifully provides the opportunity to escape Alfonso’s toxic presence.
With a stiff nod, I escort Sienna past, refusing to look at the pathetic yes man that is Orlando Calvano, and head straight for the car idling by the curb.
I wait until we're outside, Tony holding the door open for Sienna, then shut it firmly before I round on him. Shoving him against the metal door, I get in his face.
"Someone attempted to strike Sienna tonight and somehow kept all their fingers?"
He has the good sense to look guilty. "Fuck, I know. I’m sorry, Luca. But she’s Bianchi’s niece and…"
Pressing my forearm to his throat, I cut him off. "Anyone could be a threat, Tony. Anyone. Especially women who have reason to hold a grudge against me."
Tony curses.
Sophia has the exact kind of personal grudge that might be motive for shooting either my new fiancé or me.
"It won't happen again."
Judging by the firm set of his jaw, I believe him.
"It better fucking not."
He takes the rebuke without argument, which is one of the reasons he's lasted so long in my employ.
As I move around the vehicle to climb in beside Sienna, he clears his throat.
"For what it's worth, you should have seen her block that hit.
" A rare smile tugs at the corner of his scarred mouth. "It was bad ass."
I glance through the tinted glass at Sienna inside the car, fixing her dress, attempting yet failing to keep the revealing slit closed over her toned thigh.
"I don't need you to tell me how amazing she is."
As I sit inside and close the door, the partition goes up, giving us privacy.
Sienna turns to me, an endearing uncertainty in her expression, as she waits for me to comment on how that went.
“I froze when I saw your dad,” she whispers, nerves still evident in her trembling reply.
I twist to face her, and with gentle fingers, I tuck a stray strand of dark hair behind her ear. Trailing my hand along her jaw, I cup her chin, making sure she’s looking straight into my eyes as I tell her this.
“You were perfect.” My mouth finds hers as I grip her by the waist and lift her, sitting back so I can haul her into my lap.
She comes willingly, small hands resting on my shoulders for balance, as she straddles me, dress riding high.
“So fucking perfect.”
I grip her hip hard enough to bruise and drag her over the hardness I know she can feel.
She gasps against my lips but doesn't pull away, fingers clutching at me now as I kiss her like I've been dying to all night.
"Tell me that was you saying yes," I growl against her throat, trailing my lips down to the mark I left this morning on the swell of her breast. "Because there's no going back now, Sienna."
She squirms as I scrape my teeth over the sensitive skin but angles her neck, giving more access to her body. "Luca..."
I pull back just enough to see her face, even as I keep hold of her waist and push her back and forth, mere inches, but enough to torture us both with her sweet pussy that’s only separated from the erection she feels by a couple of thin layers of material.
"By morning, everyone in our world will know you're really mine."
Her full lips part, pupils blown wide in the dim light of the car`as I gather up the hem of her dress and pass it to her, needing my hands for more important matters.
"But I need more time." She whimpers as I slide my thumb under the sheer fabric of her underwear and roll it over her clit.
"No you don’t," I state simply.
There will be no more time.
"Luca, please." But even as she protests, her hips rock against my swollen cock, seeking friction, and I know her body is already ahead of her mind.
Dipping lower, I drag her juices higher, coating her clit, sliding my thumb over and over, while she drags herself along my swollen length.
"It’s already been too long." I slide her off my lap and onto the seat.
She cries out, annoyed, but then slams her mouth shut as I sink to my knees on the floor of the limousine and run my hands from her delicate feet to her ankles, taking my time removing each strappy heel.
She whimpers, squirming as I run my hands up her calves and over her knees, pushing them apart to give myself room.
I hook my fingers into her absurdly minuscule panties and drag them down slowly, inch by inch, pressing a kiss to the inside of each thigh as I stare, mesmerized by the sight of her pretty pink pussy.
"I'm done waiting."
Sienna’s chest rises and falls, fingers gripping the edge of the seat in anticipation.
"This isn't fair," she whines, but her thighs fall further open as I push forward, once more bunching the midnight blue fabric up around her hips.
"No," I agree, sliding one finger through her wetness. "It’s not."
Although I’m not sure either of us knows what we’re talking about anymore.
I press another kiss to the inside of her knee, then higher, and higher still, then feel her hand come down to grip my hair, loving the sting as she tugs gently.
"But I’ll make you a deal," I murmur against her skin, running my tongue along the seam between the top of her leg and her pelvis, impatient to taste her once more. "You can tell me what you want tomorrow."
I look up at her, waiting, rolling my thumb over her clit, and then slide a finger knuckle deep into her soft channel, and again, keeping the same pace, the same rhythm.
“What I want?” She repeats absently, staring down at me, clearly struggling to think while I'm positioned between her thighs. "I... yes. Maybe. I just don't know."
I take one of her hands in mine, intertwining our fingers, giving her something to hold onto as I lower my head and press a kiss to her bare mound, my tongue darting out to flick her clit before feeling her shudder.
"Yes you do.”
My shoulders block her attempts to slam her legs together, fighting against the release, the loss of control she knows is coming.
“You’re just afraid to admit it."