This was it.
The moment I feared.
How would I find him in the dark?
He set my feet on the ground, his hands on my hips to steady me. I kicked off my heels, unable to balance myself on shaky legs.
Luca kissed my forehead. “I’ll find you.” Then he tapped my backside. “Go.”
Frozen in disbelief, I stood there, listening to my heart pound in my ears. Feet stuck to the ground. I spun around, stretched my arms out to grab him, and my hands swept through the air.
Luca, I wanted to scream, but he had already disappeared into the room. My anxiety rushed back, and adrenaline shot through my veins like a shot of heroin. Except, nothing about this game made me feel high or alive.
Feeling in front of me, I moved away from the loudest sounds, hoping they were too busy to hear me. Luca must have known where I was, right? He wouldn’t leave me in the hands of his friends. Sure, he trusted the Knights with his life. They were like brothers to him. But did he trust them with me?
He did last year…
I took a few steps in front of me, hands outstretched, my feet cold against the marble floor. Should I hide? Run? Find my way out of this room without getting captured?
My head spun from the alcohol. I preferred beer or wine over the hard stuff. In a room filled with close to two dozen horny men, I needed my bearings.
A strong arm pulled my back against a hard surface. Vodka mixed with cranberries assaulted my senses. Not Luca. I peeled his fingers off my breast, shoved him away as I took off, unable to see a foot in front of me. Another hand grabbed me, fingers skated down my arm, and a hand cupped my ass. Unlike the last man, he smelled like cool water and bourbon. His hands roamed over my body, taking in my curves. Maybe if I let them touch me, I could run away without getting pinned to the couch.
Without getting captured.
I’d only made it a few feet before two men grabbed me, caging me between them. Sucking in a deep breath, I tried to still my racing heart. Hands slid down my bare arms. Another pair of hands cradled my ass. Electricity sparked down my arms and thighs. Their warm hands felt good, but they were not Luca.
I didn’t want them.
Thinking fast, I shoved their hands off my body and ducked down. Crouched low to the ground, I slid to my right, my knees scraping across the floor.
“What the fuck?”
The other man grunted.
Proud of myself for getting away, I smiled. I crawled on my hands and knees until I bumped into a piece of furniture. So far, so good. Maybe Luca knew I could survive an hour without getting captured.
I sat on the floor and leaned back against a couch. It didn’t sound like anyone was behind me. But how long could I hide here? I had to keep going. Using the sofa for support, I pushed myself up from the tile. I continued my slow perusal of the room. Luca had to be around here somewhere. He could not have gone far, not unless he wanted me to chase him.
Was that part of his game?
I got up from the floor and moved toward the left side of the room, closer to the entrance. My perception was off. Without sight, it awakened my other senses. Women moaned, and men grunted. The sounds of skin slapping broke through the noise. It smelled like a den of iniquity, the stench of sex and liquor hitting the air like smoke in the wind.
Everywhere I walked, their scents and sounds followed me. With each moan, liquid heat pooled between my thighs, soaking my panties. My skin burned with desire, like an itch I needed to scratch.
I had to find Luca.
Someone hugged me from behind, stealing a scream from my lips. His hand covered my mouth, and he spun me around me, his scent filling my nostrils—cigars and scotch with a hint of the saltiness of the sea. I relaxed in his arms. His hand slid up my stomach, between my cleavage, and straight to my throat. Like a hot poker, his fingers branded my skin. I loved when he dominated me.
My Devil found me.
He tightened his grip, his free hand sliding down my stomach, between my thighs. Right over my soaked panties, he plunged two fingers inside me. The fabric scraped against my inner walls, ripping a moan from my lips. It felt so fucking good I never wanted him to stop.
I arched my hips and met each of his thrusts. A guttural groan escaped his throat right before he sunk his teeth into my neck and finger-fucked me without mercy. My gums went numb from the sheer intensity of the orgasm building. Maybe it was the suspense of not knowing if I would find my handsome Devil. But now that I had him, I wasn’t letting him go.