Chapter 75
His hand went to her waist immediately, strong fingers biting just enough to remind her who he was. He pulled her closer, her body fitting against his.
This was what he wanted. Not submission alone, not obedience for its own sake. He wanted her giving herself to him like this, eyes open, aware of the darkness and still stepping forward. Giving him her trust, her desire. Pleasuring him until he lost control, until the world narrowed to sensation and breath and the way she said his name when she was undone.
A knock came at the front door and Luca groaned. She pulled away but his hand came up, pressing her back against the mattress.
“Ignore it,” he murmured. He didn’t want to be interrupted—not now, not when she was here, molten and pliant in his arms.
“It might be Nonnina,” she said.
“Yes, it is,” he said, barely lifting his lips from hers, “Ignore her.” His hands molded to her waist, pulling her impossibly closer.
“Luca she laughed softly, breathless but amused. With a playful push, she finally extricated herself from his grip, the heat between them still simmering, and padded barefoot to the front door. Her fingers trailed along the doorframe as she opened the door, revealing the small army that had come to disrupt their morning.
Nonnina stood there. She held a fresh, crisp suit and polished shoes, perfect for Luca’s demanding day. Behind her, maids carried trolleys brimming with breakfast, the smell of fresh bread, eggs, and strong coffee wafted through.
“Breakfast,” Nonnina said simply. The maids filed into the apartment, setting the small dining table.
Vee stepped aside, her lips curling into a polite smile. “Good morning, Nonnina,” she said.
“Morning, Zuccherino,” Nonnina replied, eyes twinkling. She nodded toward the bedroom, then with a smirk added, “Tell Luca he needs to get ready for work. If he can get out from between your legs p>
Vee’s face went crimson, heat climbing fast, burning her ears and neck. “I will,” she managed.
Nonnina gave her a small, approving smile. “You make him happy, Zuccherino,” she said gently. “For that, may the blessed Mary bless you. And you too! Get ready for work p>
“I won’t be going in today,” Vee said. “I have to go shopping p>
“The date, uhn?” Nonnina asked.
Vee raised a brow. “You know about that?” she asked.
“I know everything.” Her smile widened as she clapped her hands lightly, and motioned for the maids to leave the room. She handed Luca’s freshly pressed suit and polished shoes to Vee. Then, with the confidence of a storm, she breezed out.
“That woman is crazy.” Vee muttered under her breath and she carried Luca’s clothes back into the bedroom. He was still lying there, sprawled across the bed.
“Nonnina commands you to get ready for work,” Vee announced, mimicking the slight tilt of Nonnina’s head.
Luca chuckled. “I think I’ll take a day off today,” he said lazily, those sharp blue eyes glinting with amusement. “Would you like a personal escort for shopping p>
Vee blinked, caught off guard by the suggestion. “You want to follow me around all day,” she teased, “shopping for clothes, making my hair, doing girl stuff?” She laughed softly, placing his suit and shoes neatly in the closet. She turned back to him.
“Come here.” His hand gestured. She obeyed, stepping into the space between them. He pulled her down onto the bed, onto him, their bodies colliding in a weightless, magnetic inevitability.
“I have nothing better to do,” he murmured. “Might as well be your handbag for the day p>
“Are you going to kill anyone or maim anyone?” Vee asked.
“Contrary to popular belief,” Luca said, “I don’t walk the streets of New York on a killing spree. I am not Joe Goldberg.” His hand slid along her waist, fingers brushing teasingly over her hip. “Besides,” he added, letting his mouth trail along the hollow of her neck, tasting, teasing, “what could go wrong while shopping p>
Vee giggled, her fingers gripping the sheets instinctively as his tongue brushed lightly over her skin, tickling, igniting heat she couldn’t contain.
“Take off your shorts p>
“Why?” she asked, raising a brow.
“I’m not going to fuck you, Bambola.” He said it flatly.
“That’s not what I meant she started, a flush climbing her neck.
“I still sense your fear,” he said. “Take it off p>
Her fingers trembled slightly as she shimmied out of her shorts, the fabric falling to the floor, leaving her exposed, vulnerable, yet utterly entranced by the dangerous calm radiating off him.
“Come here p>
She obeyed, climbing back onto the bed, onto him, hips brushing over his lean, muscular frame. His body was a landscape she knew too well—the ridges of his abs, the hardness of his chest.
“Higher,” he said, a growl threading through the single word.
She shuffled up, feeling the curve of his stomach under her thighs, the solid weight of him beneath her, heat radiating up and making her shiver.
“Higher, Bambola,” he insisted again.
She continued, feeling her heart thrum, until she was gliding over his chest, eyes locking.
“Vee, higher.” His eyes darkened, pupils sharp, commanding, leaving no space for hesitation.
Vee held his gaze, swallowed the fluttering anxiety and thrill rising in her chest, and let herself move until she was positioned right over his face.
He held her gaze, while his fingers drifted between her thighs, caressing her slit. A gasp escaped her as she bit her lip, bracing herself on the headboard, knees trembling from the tension and heat that pulsed through her body.
He slid one finger inside her slowly, testing the waters, measuring the heat, the tension, the way her muscles clenched around him without realizing. Luca’s eyes gleamed as he leaned closer, tracing the curve of her hip with his free hand, feeling her shiver against him.
He had wanted this for so long—not just the touch, not just the taste, but the surrender, the vulnerability that Vee offered him. Then, without warning, his tongue reached out, brushing lightly, tasting her, exploring, claiming. His body shivered at the intimacy, the power, the sheer honesty of it.
(I wish I could say that this is the end, this is their happily ever after. But once again, I have to prepare you for everything to go off the rails. Just please know, I love you all and I never want to hurt you. But if I don’t, who will p>
Who can guess what’s going to happen?