I’ll Burn Anyone (The Challenge Night Series Book 2)

by K. L Mann

  “I can’t help it,” I pout, biting my lip.

  He builds tension like he’s building a fallout shelter. He takes his sweet fucking time and makes sure that everything is in place.

  “I think we should keep this skirt on you, but these…” Luca grins, hooking his fingers into the hem of my panties. “These have to go.”

  I can feel how wet I am as he slips them off of me and the cool air touches my newly exposed skin. A small shiver runs through me, but I can’t keep my eyes off of him.

  “You’re dripping already for me baby, how sweet of you.” Luca dips his head down and starts attacking my upper thighs with long tortuous kisses.

  “Luca,” I breathe, sucking in and arching my back off of the bed. “I want you, please stop making me wait. Please, please, please.”

  At first, I thought I begged because he liked it, but now I think I like it even more.

  “So eager,” he praises, before swiping his tongue across my slit.

  My hips immediately jump, feeling his hands wrap around them as he licks me up and down like an expert. His warm mouth makes the cold chill I had completely dissipate. Everything feels hot and electric. His hands squeeze my hips harder and pull my cunt closer into his face.

  The way his tongue hardens so he can attack my clit with it should be considered witchcraft because it’s utterly fucking magical.

  “Oh fuck,” I pant, feeling close to exploding already. “More Luca, I need more.”

  His tongue flicks faster in response, attacking my clit with abandon just how he knows I like it. My hands fall in his hair, pulling it lightly as my hips grind me into his mouth. My heart pounds and my head spins as I come to the edge.

  “Come on my tongue baby, just like that.”

  Fucking Christ, dirty talk is the way to a woman’s orgasm. You can’t tell me otherwise.

  I’m thrown off the edge in a spectacular fashion and my moans turn into breathless screams. His mouth is making me throb as he continues to push me through every second of my orgasm, sucking on me, nipping at me, worshiping me. The arches of my feet ache from curling when the storm inside of me calms.

  Luca grins, licking his lips. “Such a good girl,” he praises, planting kisses on my inner thighs. “The best girl, coming so hard for me.”

  I crave his compliments, eating them up as he tosses them my way. Sucking in enough air to give myself the energy to move, my hands race to grab his belt. “I want more.”

  “Yeah?” he asks, watching me fumble to free his cock. “Take what you want, princess. I’ll give you whatever you ask.”

  “I can’t get you undressed fast enough,” I complain, finally getting his belt off with a whooshing noise hitting the air as I do.

  “Ask real nice, and I’ll help you.”

  “Please take off your clothes, King. I need to feel your skin on mine,” I beg just how I know he likes it, pulling his tucked shirt out of his pants.

  “Sit back and spread your pretty little thighs for me, princess.” His shirt flies off of him and he pulls on his zipper as I do what he asks, settling myself against the pillows, parting my legs. Sparks ignite in my stomach as his cock is set free and his pants fall to the floor.

  “You know, I’ve woken up so sore every morning. It’s like I can still feel it in me when I walk around for the first few hours,” I admit, feeling myself throb at the thought of him.

  He grins, pulling me closer to him as he climbs into bed facing me as I’m spread wide open for him. “It’s been so tempting not to wake you up with my cock, every time you breathe against me it twitches.”

  “So, wake me up next time.”

  I can’t hide my excitement as he puts the head of his cock against my entrance. He slides in me slower than he ever has. Every deliciously thick inch of him squeezes inside of me.

  “We’d never sleep, princess. This feels too fucking good, we’d never stop.” Luca’s hands pull my bra straps to the sides of my arms as he pushes in another soft thrust. “Too fucking good.”

  “I don’t want to stop,” I rasp, pushing back into his slow lethal strokes. “I never want to stop, please don’t make me give this up.”

  “Never,” he agrees, slanting his mouth over one of my nipples, sucking it sweetly.

  The moan that escapes me is embarrassing to say the least, but I can’t dwell on it now, not while he’s making me feel so good. “Luca, fuck me faster, I can’t take it this slow. It feels too consuming, I can’t think. Fuck–”

  “Oh come on now baby, you can take it.” Luca smiles, nipping at my other breast, freeing the nipple to torture. “Take my cock nice and slow. Feel every. Single. Stroke.”

  Unintelligible words mumble through my moans and I’m completely lost in him, grinding slowly against his cock to meet his pace.

  “That’s it baby, just like that. Look at you, taking my cock so well. So wet and perfectly fit for me, no woman could possibly compete for my attention now that I’ve had you. It’s all you, Arianna”

  My mouth falls open, unable to control the strange moans that come out of it. His pace is so fucking deep and slow but completely overwhelming. I can feel every second of every stroke into me, it’s electric. My hips continue to rock against his thrusts, starving for more.

  He slowly pulls my neck into his hand, moving my gaze to see him pushing in and out of me. “Look how beautiful that is, princess. My cock, your pussy, fucking made for each other. So. Fucking. Perfect.”

  His lips fall on to mine softly. Our kiss is as sweet and slow as his pace and everything starts to build faster inside of me. Sensations are overloading as his chest scraps with mine and he kisses down my neck, nipping it lightly.

  “Made for me,” he mumbles, groaning like he’s on fire.

  “Made for you,” I agree, rocking my pelvis into his.

  Our tongues meet again, fucking each other’s mouths slowly. The overwhelming nature of the sex, the kissing and our bodies rubbing together makes me feel euphoric. I’ve never felt more content in pleasure.

  His hands roam over my breasts, then lock around my hips, holding me steady. His head dips so he can watch himself slide in and out of me. He grunts as he watches, then allows his glazed eyes to lock on mine. Those blues. Fuck.

  “So. Fucking. Stunning,” he emphasizes each word with a thrust, stealing the air from my lungs.

  “Oh fuck,’ I gasp. “Luca, I’m gonna come. I want you to come with me,” I pant, trying to hold back. “Can you come? Can you fill me with your cum, please?”

  “Fuck yeah I can, baby. Let it all out, come for me, princess.”

  Just like that, we both fall apart.

  Our breathing struggles as we cry out, and my hands pull his body tight against mine, holding him in place, basking in our bliss.

  I’m not sure how long we spend catching our breath, but the crickets outside and the low music inside our tent make time feel irrelevant.

  I think we just made love. I don’t know anything about the act of making love, I only know her darker sister; fucking. But this… this was mind blowing. This was unexpected and overwhelming and utterly amazing. I don’t know what to say, but I know I can’t admit what this felt like. It’s too much, and it's not us.

  “I’ve never been camping.”

  Luca pulls a soft blanket over us, and somehow dims the twinkly lights from his phone. He laughs softly, turning the music down as well.

  “This is hardly camping, more like glamping I suppose.” It’s darker now, but I can still see his face and he can still see mine.

  “Can we go real camping sometime?”

  “Princess Vitale wants to go camping?” Luca pokes fun at my ridiculous nickname some more and I don’t even mind. I like when he taunts me. I think I like everything he does.

  “Maybe in a cabin, I don’t like bugs,” I admit and crinkle my nose thinking about beetles. Gross.

  He watches my face, wrapping his arms tighter around my waist, humming into my neck as we get as close as possible. S
pooning, I’m spooning with Luca Caruso. Jesus. “We could go camping sometime, if you really want to.”

  “Maybe I just like the idea of the wilderness being filled with our moans,” I joke, wiggling my hips into him. A long and deep yawn comes out of me. “I’m so tired now.”

  “Sleep then princess, unfortunately I can’t wake you up with my cock. I have early work in the morning.”

  “Does that mean you’ll leave me another note, jerk?”

  “Maybe,” he whispers.

  Chapter 10: All Is Fair

  “Blood. Sometimes it sets my teeth on edge,

  other times it helps me control the chaos.”

  –Dexter Morgan

  Arianna

  Freezing cold.

  I don’t like the way the bitter wind hits my skin, making the sweater I’m wearing feel utterly without purpose. I shouldn’t have snuck off without a coat. These thin leggings aren’t exactly doing me any favors either. Still, I keep walking toward the hill as the pond calls my name.

  Lorenzo has always loved his garden. It’s partially why he bought this mansion. But since I came here for the first time, the pond has been my love. It’s so peaceful and secluded. Nothing can go wrong here, not at my pond.

  So why do I feel an eeriness as I approach the top of my hill? Why do I feel like I’m being watched? The wind picks up and I shudder, my teeth chattering as I consider turning back. I hate holiday parties with no escape. My pond is my escape.

  Looking behind me, I see no one. Sure, the air is foggy and frosty but no shadows lurk behind me. Everything feels wrong. So wrong, and that’s when the wind gets me. It pushes me down the hill and to my doom.

  Blood. So much crimson blood pouring out of my head, coating my hair in sticky goo. Screams, blood curdling screams pour out of me. I’m alone. I’m going to die. No one will find me.

  No one loves me enough to find me right?

  Surely no one noticed I’m gone.

  I’m too good at disappearing.

  Gio, maybe Gio will find me. He has to know I love him. I’m going to die without him. He’ll never know my love. He deserves my love.

  So much blood.

  My stomach turns and my body protests the idea of death. I don’t want to die.

  Help.

  Someone please… help.

  The sun wakes me up, pulling me out of my nightmare. The hot, brutal sun, peeking through cracks in the tent. I'm not sure if I’m sweating from the nightmare or the temperature of the tent. The cool night air has disappeared and turned into warm rays of light jumping off of my skin.

  Birds are chirping outside of the tent quietly while I get up to look for my phone. The chocolate covered strawberries are gone, the champagne is too. And there’s a pile of clothes folded on Luca’s pillow along with a note. I quickly get dressed, not wanting to be caught completely naked in this tent by Caterina or Vito.

  That would be an embarrassment fit for centuries, I would not recover.

  He gave me a pair of white panties, ripped jeans, and a pink cropped top that I don’t need to wear a bra with from my bag and a pair of sandals from Katherine’s closet. I finally let myself read his note after I’m dressed and ready to get out of the humid tent.

  “Don’t even think about cleaning up anything. Caterina brought another staff member to help. You get dressed and relax. I’ll be home for dinner tonight. Text me, I like it when you do that.

  –Jerk”

  I smile and throw the note in my back pocket.

  Arianna: You have good handwriting for a tough guy, you know? –Brat

  It’s 9am when I hit send, the sun is shining bright enough to make me wince as I open up the tent and step back into reality.

  “Holy fucking shit.”

  My head whips up to see who yelled. My brother, Marco. Dramatic timing as always with a smug smile on top of it.

  “What the hell are you doing here Marco?” I grumble, seeing him pull out his phone. He loves to document everything he finds funny, great. “Hey! No pictures, asshole.” I rush up to him, blocking his phone from my tent.

  He’s practically bending over, holding his stomach laughing. “Please, please tell me Luca did this for you. Fucking wow, A.”

  “I’m not telling you shit,” I hiss, glaring at him. “I asked you a question, what the hell are you doing here?”

  “Goddamn,” he exaggerates, catching his breath. “Caterina invited me for breakfast, but I didn’t think it would be a meal and a show.”

  “You’re an ass sometimes you know that?” I glance down at his phone and he finally puts it away, slipping it into his jeans.

  He shrugs, unbothered by being called an ass, probably because he knows it’s true. “Did he leave you another note?” he raises a brow and grins like he’s gossiping with me.

  I wish he was a girl. I wanted a sister for years. I wanted to put her in dresses and do her makeup and gossip with her without being laughed at. Rationally I know that Marco is laughing at the thought of Luca being romantic, not that he’s doing it for me. Still, I don’t like him ruining it. I loved it.

  “Fuck off, let’s go eat.”

  “He did, didn’t he?” Marco shakes his head. “You have no idea how whipped you have him, A, shit.”

  “I do not.” I cross my arms and glare at his stupid face. “Can we eat now? I have stuff I want to do today.”

  “We can eat if you show me the note.” Marco smirks.

  “You can’t take a picture of it.”

  “Fine.”

  I sigh and pull it out, letting him look but not hold it.

  “Hell, A. You’ve got him totally whipped already.” Marco shakes his head again, like it’s the most surprising thing in the world that someone likes me like this. “If he's jerk, who are you?”

  “Brat,” I admit, ready to be done with this conversation. “Food. No more questions.”

  There’s an entire breakfast spread big enough to feed a family when we walk into the kitchen. Marco whistles, taking a seat at the island counter. “Dang Caterina, you’ve outdone yourself.”

  “I didn’t like my vacation. It was so boring just sitting around.” Caterina admits, filling up two glasses of orange juice and splashing vodka into one. Marco’s of course. She passes us each our glass and smiles. “How was your evening, Arianna?” Her cheeks flush a pink color as she asks.

  “Yeah, A. How was your evening?” Marco taunts, picking up a waffle and dropping it on to his plate.

  I elbow him on purpose as I sit down next to him and start to assemble my own plate.

  “It was great, thank you for helping him set up.” I try to smile at her, without letting my mind race with last night’s events. “And thank you for dinner too, it was really good.”

  “I’m glad to have helped, though your brother will not be happy with my participation.” She shakes her head and frowns, biting into a berry.

  “Katherine wouldn’t even let him think about being mad at you,” I declare, taking a sip of my juice.

  “She’s right,” Marco reassures her.

  My phone buzzes, it’s on the counter and Marco nearly grabs it before I can. I slap his hand away and pull my phone in close to read my message.

  Luca: Tough guy? Is that what I am?

  Arianna: Yep. So tough.

  Arianna: Can’t talk, Marco is being snoopy. Text later, xx.

  Luca: Let him, he’ll stop looking if I talk about how sweet you taste.

  I nearly drop my phone as I read his message, then shove it in my pocket and try to act normal. Marco looks at me suspiciously but doesn’t say anything for the rest of breakfast. Marco stays for a while talking with Caterina and I. He even chats with Vito before he leaves.

  Swimming isn’t that similar to taking a bath, but in a way, it makes me feel just as good. It’s warm and wet and makes my toes wrinkly. I like taking a step back, soaking in the best bubbles imaginable, thinking about my perfect day of doing absolutely nothing. Luca should be home soon, but I can
’t bring myself to get out of the water. My phone buzzes against the tiled floor.

  Katherine: How’s it going babes? Has Gio come home yet?

  Arianna: No, he hasn’t answered me either. I really pissed him off. I wish you were here so I could tell you about it. I’ve had to confide in Marco of all people.

  Katherine: Well, that’s what I wanted to tell you, we’re coming home next week. Don’t worry, it’s not because of you and you are still welcome to stay.

  Arianna: Is something wrong?

  Katherine: To be honest, I just want to be home. This vacation thing is so nice, but I miss everyone, you know? Plus, I know Lorenzo is itching to get back to work.

  Arianna: Well, then I’m excited to finally see you again! Sorry for the trouble you’re going to walk into…

  Katherine: Don’t worry, I got your back.

  Texting Katherine and thinking about Gio is making the guilt creep back in.

  I should text Gio again, maybe he’ll answer if I keep trying. He thinks I gave up on him…

  Arianna: Please just let me know you’re okay.

  And with that, my mood for relaxing in bubbles has completely subsided. As the water drains, I dry off and blow dry my hair quickly before I get too cold. I haven’t eaten dinner yet, but I don’t want to wear anything other than pajamas. I throw on a pair of white silk shorts and a cropped long sleeve silk white top and start to feel a little better.

  Silk and satin are the best feeling fabrics and I love sleeping in them, but it’s not time to sleep. I lazily take the elevator down stairs and head into the TV room, nodding at Vito as I pass him.

  I can’t help but jump onto the leather couch and flip on gossip girl. It’s my absolute favorite show, I swear I’ve rewatched it a million times. The characters are in high school and have so much freedom. They get to do whatever they want and no one bats an eye. I’ve wanted to go to New York since watching it for the first time. Katherine and Lorenzo, both hate it there though, so I doubt they’d take me. Maybe Luca would though, or maybe Marco and I could go, if mamma ever let me leave Italy.