Chapter 41
SUMMER
I am overwhelmed. I may be used to wealth on an obscene scale, but who purchases a mansion as a bolthole for their kid?
It’s extravagant, foolish and kind of cool and as I take the steps holding onto Luca’s hand, it adds to the reasons why I like this guy so much. He is definitely one of a kind— my kind and a shiver of expectation hits me as I picture what happens next.
We walk in silence along a galleried landing and he stops at a set of double doors.
He says nothing as he opens them and the moonlight streams through the wall of glass that overlooks the darkness outside.
Luca flicks on the lights and I smile my appreciation because this room is decadently beautiful.
A model home, in fact, because there is not a crease in the silk bed cover or a wrinkle in the drapes.
The carpet is plush white and appears never used.
Beautiful white furniture is tastefully dotted around the room, a French style couch covered in silk set before a huge marble fireplace.
Paintings hang on the wall of romantic scenes and my gaze lingers on the fourposter bed that dwarfs anything I have ever seen.
Luca is watching my reaction with a considered interest and I whisper, “I love what you’ve done with this room.”
He chuckles softly. “All my own work, of course.”
“Of course.”
He moves to the window and with one press of a switch, the drapes swing closed and as he turns, his eyes gleam with lust.
I swallow hard because we both know what happens next. It’s inevitable and is why we’re here, of course.
“So, pretty princess. How does it feel to be locked in the castle with the villain?”
“Like home.”
His lips curve into a smile and I cross the room until I stand before him and reach for his hand.
“Will it hurt?” I’m anxious about that and search his expression for reassurance.
“Yes.”
He reaches up and strokes my face and whispers, “Beauty comes from pain and so does life. We must experience the bad to appreciate the fantastic.”
“Okay.” I swallow hard and my heart flutters as he leans in for a gentle kiss. It’s not rushed, desperate or intense. Just soft and romantic, belying the man behind it.
His lips work their magic and I easily fold, desperate for more of him, not really understanding what that involves.
He eases my jacket from my shoulders and as his fingers brush against my skin, a burst of wet heat drips down my thighs.
He leans down and kisses my neck and I throw my head back, giving him full access to my body and my soul.
Physically, Luca is every dream I ever imagined.
Mentally he is more than I dared hope for.
I love his dark twisted mind and the way he considers first before speaking.
He is an enigma, a dark soul, and yet somehow I see the vulnerability he tries to keep hidden.
He pushes my top from my shoulders and whispers, “Take off my clothes.”
My fingers work to his bidding and as we slowly undress one another, I’m surprised to experience no shame. It’s as natural as breathing and when I stand before him, dressed in nothing but unbridled lust, there is no panic, no fear and no doubts.
I cast my gaze on his body, the strong strokes of black ink making my mouth water. I reach out and trace them with soft touches and he hisses as my hand drifts lower, touching the end of his rigid cock.
I’m no stranger to a naked male body. It kind of goes with the territory when you live with so many guys. Frankie thinks nothing of stripping off after the gym and wandering through the house in search of the shower with no regard for moral decency.
However, the way I stare at Luca is nothing like the cool contempt I have for my brother. I admire his naked beauty because he is a work of art in every way.
His roguish gaze heats my blood as he spears every part of me with interest, lust and the promise of what’s to come.
With no words spoken, he bends down and licks a trail from my neck to my temple. The act alone is so sexy it causes my heart to fly. It’s as if he is marking his territory and I suppose I am. I am Luca Romano’s girl and will love everything that comes with that.
His fingers drift lower and brush against my pulsing clit, and my fingers tangle in his hair as I pull his lips to mine. I want the whole of him, every delicious inch, and this time I command the kiss, taking what I want.
He edges me closer to the bed and as I drop down onto the mattress, he pushes me back and kneels on the floor before me.
My mind spins as he lifts my foot and sucks in every toe, revealing an erogenous zone I never knew I had. I moan softly as he kisses my ankles, each one in turn, and works his way up my legs, pressing soft kisses on my inner thigh.
“Fuck–” I whisper as his sinful mouth licks my betrayal from my pussy and I squeeze my eyes tightly shut as my mind drifts to another place entirely.
A place I have never been but heard of. That amazing nirvana where life is left behind.
As his tongue flutters against my clit, I grasp the silk cover on the bed.
Unashamed of how this man is worshipping my body, too far gone to care.
His tongue flicks inside my aching pussy, which is already swollen with desire.
My mind spins, my heart beats erratically and my body bends toward the planet that is now my orbit. “Luca–” I whisper his name and as he replaces his lips with his fingers, the sudden pressure inside me causes me to moan, “Fuck.”
He presses light kisses on my stomach and soon turns his attention to my breasts, all the time working his fingers inside me as he stretches me inside.
I open my eyes when his hard cock presses against my pussy and his soft gaze melts my heart as he whispers, “Tell me to stop.”
“No.”
I’m adamant about that and as he hovers on the edge of making me into a woman, I stare deep into his eyes and whisper, “I want you, Luca. I only want you.”