“Do it,” I whispered back, rocking against his erection. “Do whatever you want to me. I want it. I want you. I want all of you.”
He growled and stumbled. My back hit the doorjamb to the bedroom, and my feet dropped to the floor. He slid down my body, kissing a path of fire along his way until he was on his knees in front of me.
His rough fingers tugged my panties down. I gasped and stepped free of them when they reached my feet. Then his tongue licked up my center, and all I could do was groan in utter ecstasy.
My hand landed in his hair. My body slumped back against the doorjamb. I rocked against his wicked tongue flicking and licking and sending shards of pulsing heat all through my body. He pushed my legs wider, and I felt his fingers sliding through my wetness and then surging inside me.
I groaned and tightened around his sinful thrusts, shivered every time he lapped at my clit. My sex grew wetter. His hot breath sent my body into a frenzy. My orgasm steamrolled straight toward me.
“Oh, fuck.” I held his head against me. “I’m going to come.”’
“Do it,” he growled, his voice sending vibrations all through my sex. He thrust harder. Licked faster. “Come on my tongue. Come around my fingers. Come now, Natalie.”
My release slammed into me, sucking the air from my lungs. I cried out as it exploded in my core, blasting ecstasy through every cell in my body.
I slumped against the doorjamb, spent from the pleasure, but Luc was right there to lift me up. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pushed to his feet. His lips brushed mine, and he dove in with his tongue to claim mine all over again.
“Can you taste how much you need me? Can you, angioletto?”
I didn’t know much Italian, but I knew that word was some form of angel. He’d said it to me once before. My whole body responded to it, my lust resurging.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kissed him hard. He groaned and tugged me away from the wall, then turned me and pushed me backward into the bedroom.
He pulled away from me, his face flushed, his lips swollen. “Get on the bed. And take off that bra.”
My fingers fumbled with the front clasp on my bra, and I scrambled onto the king-sized rococo bed.
He freed the top few buttons on his shirt, then reached back and pulled the garment over his head. It landed on the floor near my bra. My mouth watered as my gaze skipped over his cut muscles, his strong shoulders, sculpted pecs, and chiseled abs. A thin dusting of dark hair covered his gorgeous chest, and the thick line on his belly that disappeared beneath the waistband of the pants riding low on his hips was like a giant arrow dragging my eyes down.
“Come here.” His eyes were as dark as I’d ever seen them. A vein in his neck pulsed with strength and power as his hands moved to his belt and he pulled the buckle free. My eyes focused on the leather strap. On the way his talented hands tugged it free from his belt loops and dropped it on the bed beside me. “Turn around, lie on your back with your head right here on the end of the bed.”
My breaths quickened with excitement. I did as he said and looked up at him, watching as he slid his zipper down, reached inside, and pulled his magnificent erection free.
He was so big. So thick. So perfect. Every time I saw him aroused, I was shocked my body could take that monster inside, that he didn’t just rip me in two when he fucked me.
My hand trembled as I reach for his glorious cock, my fingers unable to close all the way around his meaty shaft. I stroked him slowly, base to heavenly tip and back down again, loving the way he groaned in approval. And my sex wept in anticipation of feeling him press inside me, stretching me wider than I’d ever been, plunging deep again and again as he drove me to a blinding climax.
He moved closer to me. The heady scent of his arousal filled my senses. “Open your sweet, wet mouth, angioletto, and take me to heaven.”
Desire whipped through me. Leaning my head back, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and drew him in. My tongue flicked around the bulbous head, and I sucked him deep, taking him all the way to the back of my throat.
“Ah, Dio. Così va bene.” He drew his hips back, then rocked into my mouth again, driving a little deeper.
I tipped my head farther, hoping to lessen my gag reflex. He breached my throat and drew away again. My lips closed around his massive shaft, and I rubbed my tongue along the swollen head, sucking hard as he pushed in once more.
He was potency and vigor filling my mouth, stealing my breath. I swallowed each time he hit my throat, wanting to give him pleasure, wanting to give him everything he’d given me.
On the next downstroke, he pulled completely free of my mouth, making me gasp. His strong hands grasped my shoulders, lifting me from the bed to push me forward. “On your knees. Sbrigati.”
I scrambled to my knees in the middle of the bed. Behind me, I heard the rasp of fabric and the crinkle of foil. My heart raced with excitement, and my stomach tightened with need.
“Spread your legs.”
Luc’s voice was raspy and thick as he climbed onto the bed behind me. The mattress dipped, and then I felt the rough scratch of his leg hair as it grazed the backs of my thighs and the hard, heavy weight of his straining cock brushing my slick, aching core.
“You make me so fucking hard, Natalie.”
His strong arm wound around my waist, and he pulled me up and back against his chest. I gasped but spread my thighs wider to make room for him. His heartbeat pounded into my spine. One mesmerizing hand slid up between my breasts to close around my throat. The other inched down between my legs to position his cock at my entrance.
“I want you sore tomorrow,” he breathed against my ear. “Every time you move, I want you to remember that I was here. That this is mine. That you are mine. Say you’re mine, angioletto.”
Oh… His gruff voice, his powerful body trembling against mine, his commanding and erotic words…
I was a slave to his wants and desires. And I loved each and every moment with him.
“I’m yours,” I groaned, angling my hips back so he could take me. So he could own me. “I’m only yours.”
He thrust up inside me, and I gasped at the way he filled me, at the way my sex stretched so wide to take him in, that first plunge almost painful because he was so big. But my gasp quickly turned to a groan as he stroked my clit with his fingers, letting me adjust to his size, making my body even wetter and more hungry for the exquisite pleasure only he could give me.
Growling in my ear, he drew out, then thrust back in deep again, filling me so completely, I knew he was touching me where no one else ever had.
“You are my obsession.” His hot breath at my ear sent shivers down my spine. He held me tighter against him as he thrust faster. Harder. Deeper. His fingers pressed against the sides of my throat. “I can’t get enough of you. I can never get enough of you.”
I couldn’t get enough of him either. And right now, I was so close, I only wanted more.
Heat gathered in my center, a blazing fire in my core that threatened to consume me in flames, but I didn’t want it to devour me until it devoured him.
He held me so close, I couldn’t move, so I tightened my muscles on every thrust, trying to pull him with me into the inferno. Hoping it would happen soon because I was growing light-headed, and every plunge of his thick cock into my slick core was making it harder to resist giving in and letting the firestorm destroy me.
“Dio, angioletto.” He shoved deeper inside me, and I felt his already massive cock lengthen and swell. “I can’t hold back any longer. I’m going to come.” He jerked and grunted, and his grip tightened everywhere he held me. “Ah, cazzo. Come with me.”
The orgasm tore through me like a lightning bolt, annihilating my body and soul in a blinding burst of light. Pleasure detonated in my core and incinerated my mind, sucking up every thought and feeling until there was only ecstasy. Until there was only carnal decadence and hedonistic bliss.
“Sei l’unica,” Luc rasped behind me. �
��Giorno e notte penso solo a te.”
I blinked, recognizing the sound of his sated voice but not remembering when he climaxed. Breathing heavily, I opened my eyes to find I was lying on my side with his arms wrapped around me, holding me close against his racing heartbeat. My hand closed over his at my waist.
“Are you all right?” he whispered in my ear.
Was I all right? A very satisfied smile slid across my face. “I’m way more than all right. I’m…” Just remembering the incredible high he’d given me made my whole body tingle. “That was amazing. I think I blacked out.”
“You didn’t black out. You just got light-headed because I applied a little pressure to the arteries in your neck.”
My eyes flew wide, and I turned my head to look back at him. “You choked me?”
A mischievous smile pulled at his sensual lips. “I don’t choke. I slowed the flow of blood to your brain. Do you know the deepest sexual penetration doesn’t happen between your legs?” He lifted one hand and skimmed his fingertips over my forehead. “It happens here.”
I shivered because he’d definitely penetrated my mind. My mind, my body, and my soul.
“And for the record,” he whispered, “you are amazing. What you gave me…” He swallowed at my back. “You have no idea what that meant to me.”
Love swirled inside me. So much it made my eyes water.
I wanted to tell him, but I was scared. This was new to me. It was so fast. I was sure he cared deeply for me, but if he didn’t love me back yet, I didn’t want to say the words. I’d save them and savor them and share them when I knew he felt the same.
“I’m here for you,” I said softly, tightening my hand over his. “I’m not going anywhere. Whatever you need from me, you have it. You have me. No matter what happens.”
His arms drew me tighter against him, and I felt his body tremble as he buried his face in my hair.
Whatever had pushed him to the edge earlier was still there. It still had a hold on him. And that scared me.
Especially because I was almost sure I heard him whisper, “I hope I still have you after tomorrow.”
He held me all night long. Closer than he had before. As if he was afraid if he let go of me for even a second, I might slip away.
We ate breakfast on the Club Del Doge’s terrace overlooking the Grand Canal and the domed roof of the Basilica di Santa Maria della Salute. Luc barely ate, and when he wasn’t eating, he was holding my hand, bringing my fingers to his lips for a kiss, smiling sadly at me as we tried to enjoy our last morning in Venice.
Stress hung on his shoulders like a heavy weight, a stress I felt on my own shoulders as we packed and left the hotel. Luc loaded our luggage in a water taxi, but he didn’t try to get me into the boat. Instead, he took my hand and led me through the city to the Piazzale Roma, a square at the entrance to Venice, where a car and our luggage waited. Unlike yesterday, it wasn’t a romantic stroll through the city with laughter and steamy kisses in dark corners, though. Luc barely spoke, and the closer we got to the car, the tighter his muscles grew as if every step was leading him toward impending doom.
The car was a sleek black Mercedes S-Coupe that I knew had to cost a fortune. Two men dressed in slick black suits waited by the car for us. Luc let go of my hand and shook each of theirs, speaking in Italian. The three conversed for several minutes, but I had no idea what they said. The only word I caught was ciao as they waved and crossed the parking lot to another black Mercedes—this one not nearly as nice as the one they’d left us.
Whatever they’d discussed had caused Luc’s jaw to tighten even more, though. With a hand at my lower back, he walked me around to the passenger side, opened the door, and helped me in. Seconds later, he joined me in the driver’s seat but didn’t immediately start the car. He just stared out the window at the bustling tourists, with his hands on his thighs as if he didn’t want to leave.
My heart contracted, and I reached across the console and slid my hand over his on the thigh of the soft jeans he wore.
“You know,” I said, trying to sound sunny and optimistic when I felt anything but. “I was thinking about those boats you said you built. I’d love to see them. What do you say we blow off seeing the folks, and you take me to your hideout in the tropics instead? I’m sure it’d be a lot more fun.”
He didn’t laugh as I’d hoped he would. Instead, his eyes slid closed, and that weight seemed to push harder against his shoulders. “You don’t even like water.”
I wrapped my fingers around his. “I could get used to it. When you keep me distracted, I think I do pretty well near the water.”
He turned his hand over with a heavy sigh and closed his fingers around mine. Heat engulfed my skin and sent a tingle up my arm. I held on as he flipped our wrists and took control, pinning my hand between his and his leg.
He blinked and stared at our joined hands for several seconds. “I need you to listen very carefully to what I’m about to say.”
The hair on my spine prickled, and worry tightened my gut.
“While we’re in Tuscany, I need you to do exactly as I say. No arguments, no questions. Stay with me or my mother or sister at all times. Do not”—he lifted his gaze to the steering wheel—“and I mean do not go off with any other person alone under any circumstances. Do you understand?”
The distress I heard in his voice made my pulse tick up. I had no idea what he was trying to tell me, but my thoughts immediately spun toward Gio.
I hadn’t broached the topic of Gio and Laney with him yet. I’d been too afraid to bring it up so early in our relationship. My hands began to sweat. I was scared to death to bring it up now, when he was already so distraught.
“Okay,” I managed. “I won’t.”
Luc’s jaw turned to a slice of steel beneath the day’s worth of scruff on his tan skin. “I know I told you that I like it when you challenge me. I do, but not while we’re at my parents’ home. I’ll try to stay near you as much as I can. If I have to leave you, stay in your room and keep the door locked. Hopefully we won’t be there more than a night or two.”
My heart raced as I stared at his profile. Was Gio at his parents’ home? He’d told me Gio was in the Caribbean. I couldn’t see him taking me anywhere near Gio, but if that wasn’t the threat, then what?
The dangerous picture he was painting of his family didn’t fit the image I had in my mind from meeting his mother. Yes, she’d been a little intense, but the emotion in her pale eyes when she’d looked at Luc told me she loved her son. “I’d be lying if I didn’t say you’re scaring me a little.”
“Good. You should be scared. You have no idea what you’re walking into. If it were up to me…” His words died off as he looked out the driver-side window. “It’s not up to me.”
“Luc.” I squeezed his hand, hating the haunted sound of his voice. Hating that he wouldn’t look at me. Hating even more that he wouldn’t tell me what was really bothering him. I’d hoped last night after I’d given myself to him that he’d open up to me, but he hadn’t. I was trying to be patient. I was trying not to push, but I couldn’t stand seeing him so on edge. I laid my other hand on top of our joined ones. “Everything will be okay. It’s just a family visit, right?”
He finally glanced toward me, and when my eyes met his, I saw what I’d missed earlier.
Fear.
He was afraid. This man who was so confident and strong and always in control was terrified. And that realization didn’t just send my own anxiety scrambling, it made my heart race as if the hounds of hell were after me.
“Yeah,” he said as he stared at me with those troubled eyes. “Yeah, everything will be fine.”
He let go of me and started the car. I drew my hands back and sank into the Italian leather racing seat, but his words didn’t calm me, because I knew he was lying.
He was lying to both of us. And I had no idea what that meant.
7
Luc
The three-hour trip from Venice to
my family home outside Florence was complete hell.
I found an American music station on the radio, hoping it would keep Natalie distracted from my growing anxiety with every passing mile. The worried looks she repeatedly shot my way told me I did a craptastic job hiding my stress.
I kept my eyes on the road as I drove, pointing out towns and landmarks we passed. She was quiet beside me, muttering comments like “That’s pretty,” or “Very interesting,” instead of asking for more detail as she would normally do. I knew I’d scared her with my harsh warnings, and I felt bad for causing her any angst, but I needed her to get it.
If it were up to me, we wouldn’t be making this trip, but it wasn’t up to me. Now that my father knew about her, if I didn’t follow his order, he’d go after her. And I couldn’t let that happen. I wouldn’t make her any more of a target than I already had. But I couldn’t keep her safe in Tuscany if she didn’t listen to me.
Now more than ever, I needed her to submit to me in every way so nothing would go wrong and I could get her out of this godforsaken country as quickly as possible.
I just hoped like hell she didn’t see or witness anything at my parents’ home that would put her in even more danger.
As we neared the outskirts of Florence, the hair on my arms and legs began to tingle. Natalie sat up straighter when we passed a sign that read Firenze.
“I don’t suppose we’ll have much time to check out Florence, will we?” she asked. “I’d love to see the David.”
There were a number of things I’d like to show her in Florence—the Ponte Vecchio, the Uffizi Museum, the Pitti Palace and the Boboli Gardens—and I knew she’d enjoy each and every one. I knew I’d enjoy seeing them through her eyes just as I’d enjoyed all our touristy stops in Rome and Venice. But it wasn’t going to happen. I wasn’t keeping her in Italy a moment longer than I had to. As soon as this little visit with my parents was over, I was getting her back to New York. And from there…
Shit. From there I didn’t have a fucking clue what I was going to do with her or how I was going to keep her safe now that the family knew about her.
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