“Why do you think?” he says, the corner of his lips twitching.
Is he teasing me?
“I don’t know,” I say, almost snapping at him. “I can’t even guess. This whole thing is just insane. One minute I’m at the diner. The next that man – Franco – is bullying me into that horrible show. And then you, Mr. Lioni, you defend me. It doesn’t make sense.”
He nods to the place on the bed beside me.
“May I?”
I laugh drily. “It’s your house.”
“Call me Luca, Lucy,” he growls as he drops down next to me, the mattress whining under his hard muscled body.
Luca and Lucy, it has a nice ring to it.
I push that thought deep down where it belongs, where it can’t rise up and hurt me.
I wonder how hard he’d laugh if I told him about the madness that was swirling through my mind right now, that part of me – and not a small part – was fantasizing about how it’d feel to have his rock hard body pressed up against mine.
His shoulder brushes against me and I almost whimper, my clit giving a hot pulse of need.
I need to get control of myself.
“You’re going to think I’m crazy if I tell you,” he says after a pause, his voice husky.
“Is it something to do with my parents?” I blurt.
“Why do you say that?”
“My parents died before I was born. Not my mom, obviously.”
I’m talking too fast, my cheeks flushing and burning.
His intense eyes gaze down at me as though I’m the only woman alive.
“But she died a few months after. They were both drug addicts and I was wondering if maybe you knew them. In your work, I guess. I’m not saying they were your colleagues.”
My words are not coming out how I want them to. Everything is a jumbled mess and lack-of-sleep disordered.
“We don’t deal drugs, Lucy,” he snarls, so close to me I’m sure I can feel his hot breath whisper over my skin. “I’ve never done that. I never would. It takes a real low piece of shit to make his living from OD’ing junkies. But thank you for telling me about your parents. Thank you for feeling comfortable enough.”
He leans down and looks even more closely at me, which should be impossible considering he’s already pinning me in place with his dominating gaze. “I want you to be able to talk to me.”
“I never talk about it,” I say in wonder. “I think that might be the first time… Ever.”
I laugh, shaking my head.
“Yeah, ever. How crazy is that?”
“It’s not crazy,” he says, a note of passion thrumming in his voice. “It makes complete goddamn sense. It’s exactly what I would expect.”
“Why?” I whimper. “I don’t understand.”
He reaches over and grabs onto my thigh.
I gasp as a warm sensations dance up my leg, moving over my sex, making my clit even hotter and needier than it was before. My lips sizzle and my hole quivers and I don’t know what the heck is happening.
I’ve got no idea. Part of me thinks this must be a dream.
I like it. It feels so freaking good.
“Fuck, you’re already horny, aren’t you? It’s like your body knows.”
“Knows what?” I whisper as he glides his hand higher and higher up my leg, toward my sex.
My legs twitch and I almost leap to my feet and spin on him.
I hear myself screaming, This isn’t fair. Why would you save me from one bully only to turn into a bully yourself?
This has to be some sort of twisted trick.
“Your sexy-as-fuck curvy body knows how badly I need to put a baby inside of you. It knows how badly your womb needs to taste my seed. It’s making you wet and horny and needy and… And mine, Lucy.”
This time I do leap to my feet and pace to the other end of the room, to the window, a shudder moving through me.
“Why would you say that?” I snap, tears pricking my eyes as I stare over his long estate, taking in the lush greenery of the surrounding countryside. “What sort of messed-up game is this, Luca? Were you and Franco in on this from the start?”
The mattress creaks as he climbs to his feet, but I don’t turn to face him. I stare stubbornly at the garden.
I don’t even turn when I hear his powerful body moving across the room toward me.
I’m afraid I’ll cry if I stare into those deep night-sky eyes and find a mocking glint there.
Chapter Five
Luca
My manhood pulses in my pants as I stop just short of her. If I took that final few steps toward her, I know I wouldn’t be able to fight my irrepressible urges.
I’d shove her up against the glass and slide my hands up her legs, palming that round beautiful ass.
She’s so much sexier now that she’s not dolled-up ridiculously, with her natural voluptuousness showing through the baggy clothes. Her wild hair makes me think about her on her back, writhing and crying out for more as I drive up inside of her over and over again.