"Come one, Luke. Aren’t you getting to be just a little too curious?"
"Curious about what," I muttered, trying to talk myself into arranging my thoughts into something appropriate.
She got even closer, though it seemed impossible at this point; I didn’t think there was even room for air to pass between us. Her hands moved from my shoulder blade, her arms wrapping around my neck as her lips moved to my throat.
"Ask me, Luke," she whispered softly against my skin, making me shiver.
"Ask what?"
I could feel her lips curve into a smile against my neck. Her arms blocking her movements from the other dancers, because she parted her lips against my skin, lightly sucking at my throat. I jumped a little, almost breaking us out of rhythm and bumping us into another couple, but I saved it with another spin. I only had the barest attention to our surroundings; she was taking over all my senses.
"You want to know what I'm doing at the wedding, right?"
Her arms readjusted as she moved her mouth higher, her lips wrapping around my earlobe, nipping a little with her teeth and licking away the light sting. My body shivered.
"I could show you if you wanted."
I must have been more distracted than I thought, it took me way too long to realize that she was, essentially, flirting with me.
It was working.
Chapter 8
Elda
I was, in a way, trying to trick him. If anyone noticed what we were doing, no one cared, and Luke didn’t stumble again.
He was affected, I could tell and I was very pleased with myself, but I couldn’t remain unaffected, either. I could feel my nipples harden as I pressed into his chest, my body growing warm, desire building up.
My attraction to him was strong, too strong, and I wanted more of him.
I didn’t go for mediocre men, but it wasn’t a term I could associate with Luke. He was big and hard all over, and all I could think was having him over me, under me, pressing me into whatever flat surface was available and having his way with me.
He certainly had the looks. Not classically handsome, but the term certainly applied with his firm chin, angular jawline shadowed in dark fuzz, his dark brown eyes. Even when he was looking at me like he wanted to get me alone somewhere and tie me down so he could interrogate me, all I could think of were all the other things we could do with either one of us tied up.
I wasn’t particularly vain, though. Looks were okay, but looks were not all I looked for in a man. I never stuck to any one man for long anyway, so that was never a problem for me. I liked my men interesting. The kind of interesting that held my attention long after first impressions ruined whatever fantasy I built up in my head from just looking. And to determine if they were good for a fuck. I had to admit, I usually fell for dangerous men, with personalities that matched the world I'd immersed myself in because it allowed me to let go. I didn’t like suppressing myself for the sake of my partner.
At first glance, he looked more like a fantasy, but I could sense there was more to him than met the eye. I knew he was dangerous because he worked for Greco, but my tastes were not that simple. A man could be dangerous without being interesting to me at all, but Luke had both.
It was messing with my mind.
"Do I have to ask really nicely, first?"
His voice brought me out of my distraction, and I gave his fleshy earlobe another light suck, before releasing him and pulling back, just far enough so I could meet his eyes, but close enough that we were still breathing each other's air.
It took me a moment to realize he was flirting back, and a smile, wide and genuine, curved my mouth without my permission.
"I don’t know. I like the look of you, I might just let you off easy."
His eyebrow went up, eyes lowering to my lips. I licked them automatically, and his eyes grew hot.
"So, you're only with me for my looks?" he murmured.
"You caught me," I whispered back.
His eyes slid back to mine, and I could feel the blush rise in my cheeks, my lips parting as my breath came a little heavier. I knew he wanted me back, just as much as I wanted him. We were pressed too closely together for me to not feel the growing hardness against my lower abdomen, and I knew even without that, but feeling his obvious physical reaction that he couldn’t control had me throbbing in need, moving around fluidly was becoming difficult.
"Can I say something?"
"What?" I asked, curious, not in control of my thoughts enough to realize I was probably setting myself up for another interrogation.
He surprised me. "It was a lie when you said you were average."
My eyebrows shot up. "Yes, you established your opinion on the matter already."
His arm tightened around me, so tight I couldn’t breathe, and he had nearly all my weight against him as I went to the tips of my toes, my legs at this point just following his. It lasted for just a second, but I was extremely aware of his hard body pressing against mine, and the strength of it, that we didn’t break out of rhythm again and it was because of his effort.
"There is absolutely nothing about you that is even remotely average."
The heat in his eyes and the seriousness of the words clashed as he let me breathe again, and I knew he meant the words in every way possible. I admitted to feeling a little flattered, but only in my head.
But I caught the glint in his eye, in that moment when I was practically at his mercy I realized something more about Luke. He was absolutely my type, and he might just be more dangerous than I thought.
I'd assumed he was one of the low workers in Greco's empire, but what if his role was a lot bigger than that? Someone as smart, as strong as he seemed to be, wouldn’t just be doing grunt work. If he was just part of the security team, would he be allowed to dance with a guest?
I didn’t think so.
But Greco wasn’t a man that surrounded himself with many people that could come close to being his equal, not having them so near, unless it was an outside alliance. Of all I'd been able to find out, I was positive about that.
Was he Greco's hitman? That idea alone, that Greco would let his hitman appear at a wedding was almost ludicrous, but what did I know? He would be a man not many in the organization knew, one of the men Greco let get closest to him out of all the men in his ranks. No one could give me a basic idea of what he looked like, so few even knew of him, just that there was someone.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized it wasn’t entirely out of the question.
I didn’t have proof to verify it but considering the weight of the situation, I didn’t need to. The best way for me to get out of the wedding alive was to stay with Luke.
"Let's get out of here."
I felt my eyes grow wide in confusion as he pulled me out of my thoughts with his sudden declaration.
"What?"
"I have a room here, it's upstairs and out of the way. We could go up, have some fun…" he smirked. "You won't even have to hold in your screams."
My body shivered, and for a second I wasn’t sure exactly what screams he meant—screams of pleasure or of horror?—but then he led us into another spin that let me feel his erection press firmly against me, and I remembered why I planned to stick to this man anyway.
"Let's go."
He grinned for a second, fiercely, before his face settled into a faint, pleasant expression, and he steered us toward the edge of the dance floor. When we were right at the edge of it, he stopped pretending we were still dancing and released me, taking my hand and pulling me behind him.
Chapter 9
Luke
I was being careless, but I didn’t care. With the current mood, no one in the party was going to be surprised people were sneaking off, they'd be too busy themselves anyway. I led her out of the room, heading for the stairs hidden around a corner.
There was no one on this side of the room, there didn’t need to be. No one was stupid enough to go snooping in Greco's room, even if h
alf of the people present didn’t know about his more interesting activities.
I led us to my room and eased the door open, pulling her inside with me. I didn’t have anything I would consider personal inside because I didn’t live there, just stayed over when I wasn’t taking a boat off the island at night. I closed the door and locked it behind us, and pushed Elda further into the room.
Her arms went around my neck as I leaned forward to kiss her. It started slow and languid then grew hot and hard in about ten seconds. Then Elda's hands were shoving my coat off and working on getting my tie off, pulling on my shirt buttons
"Are we not doing slow anymore?" I asked around a chuckle as her lips left mine, attached to my throat and sucked gently, even as her fingers practically tore open my shirt.
"When did we ever do slow Luke," was her impatient comeback.
Despite her tone, once she had my shirt open, she pulled back, placing her hands on my abdomen and sliding them slowly up my chest. I undid the cuffs and pulled off the shirt, distracted by her hands on my skin, wanting her naked and under me. Her hands lingered on my pecs, a pinky finger brushing my nipple and making me shiver, then they slid back down to the waistband of my pants.
"Fuck."
I reached for her dress as she undid my belt buckle, feeling around her sides, her back, until I found the zipper and slid it down slowly, being careful not to rip the dress. She stepped forward, away from the door, and moved her hands from me to let the dress fall off her body. I already knew she didn’t have a bra on, but seeing her standing there in just her panties and heels made me harder. I took a step back from her, reaching for my shoes, hopping a little to get first one, then the other off, followed by my socks, and I slid off my slacks.
She pouted. "Aw, I thought you were gonna strip naked for me."
"Like hell. If you get to have underwear, so do I."
She didn’t protest that she didn’t have a bra on, just grinned and slid her fingers into the sides of her panties, sliding them slowly off her legs, and letting them fall on the dress. She stepped forward to me in nothing but her shoes.
I looked down as she got very close, her hands moving to my hips. The head of my cock strained against the fabric of my boxer briefs, peeking through the elastic band. Much like before, she eased the briefs over my cock, only this time she went to her knees and slid them all the way down. I got them off and tossed them aside, but she didn’t get up.
Fuck.
She was too tempting, crouching there in front of me, knees spread wide, hand sliding up her abdomen to grab and squeeze her breasts, fingers playing with the nipples, all the while her eyes on my now leaking cock. One of her hands slid down into the thick, dark curls at her crotch, and I wanted to see, but she was suddenly leaning forward, tongue out. She touched the tip of her tongue to the head of my cock, licking at the leaking slit. I groaned and reached for her hair, using my grip on it to tug her back.
"If you do that, the fun will be over very quickly."
She pouted up at me. "But I really want to. Please?"
My body quaked, wanting to tell her, yes, but I had different plans. If she took me into her mouth, I was going to let her finish me off.
"Later," I promised.
She still pouted, but she rose to her feet. I led her over to the bed.
"Get on the bed."
I left her to crawl onto the bed, going to one of the nightstands and searching the drawers until I found some condoms in the lowest one. I pulled out a whole strip of them and set it on top of the nightstand. Then I turned back to Elda and nearly swallowed my tongue
She'd taken off the heels and was lying back against the pillows, on her back. Her legs were raised high at the knees and opened wide, feet planted on the bed. One hand played with her nipples, twisting and pinching, the other was moving between her thighs. I had to clamp a hand at the base of my cock and squeeze tight not to get off at the sight of her.
"Fuck, Elda. Are you trying to kill me?"
Her lips curved into a wicked smirk. "Why would I do that? With you all the way over there and me waiting for you to fuck me. At least, if I get the job done first, wouldn’t that be a better way to go?"
I gave a startled laugh, though it sounded strained.
I'd gotten off not an hour ago, and here we were having sex again. This woman seemed to have some influence on me, and it appeared that influence was wired to my dick. It was the kind of distraction I didn’t need.
I thought my guard was up, but I was having too much fun with Elda. And not just the physical stuff, though that was amazing, but her quips always caught me by surprise and entertained me. I shouldn’t be this enamored with a woman I'd just met. I used to think I had a will made of steel, but maybe that was because I just hadn't met her yet.
She arched her back and moaned, her fingers moving in a slow thrusting motion. I imagined her fingers inside of her as she pleasured herself, and reminded myself I could just move a little and see it. I felt a little more of my control slip.
With a growl, I crawled onto the bed and on top of her, keeping my body up so I could watch her work her body with hands, her fingers. I reached for the condoms on the nightstand, tearing one from the strip, and sat back on my knees, my eyes watching her hands.
I cursed as I fumbled with the condom, getting it on without looking. I stroked myself with one hand, torturing myself with the wait, one hand reaching to help her play with her breasts. She moaned again and arched her back, thrusting her breast into my palm, and I squeezed it lightly, my thumb rubbing circles into the nipple, making her whimper.
Finally, I was through with waiting. I was too close to coming to take much more, I released my cock and reached for her hand, pulling it away from where her fingers were rubbing at her clit. I brought the hand up to my mouth, licking it thoroughly, groaning at the taste.
I held her by the hips as she raised her ass, opening her legs wider. She positioned me at her entrance, and then I was easing my dick inside her, watching as her eyes widened at the stretch, face twisting in pleasure, mouth falling open as the color grew high in her cheeks until her ass met my thighs. She whimpered again, her body squirming, making me groan as her soft walls massaged my cock.
Fuck!
I let myself move, slowly, watching in fascination as my cock moved in and out of her body. I couldn’t stay careful for long, though. Besides, I already knew she could take not careful.
My hands moving to the underside of her thighs, pushing them up and out as I got up on my knees to get some leverage, moving my hips faster against hers. Her moans and whimpers were background music as I watched the place where we stayed joined.
"Luke!"
The call of my name on her lips was enough to get my attention, and I looked up to meet her eyes. Her face was twisted in pleasure, hands cupping her breasts, squeezing them so the points of her nipples stood out. She released one hand, moved up to her mouth so she could lick her fingers, get them wet, then reach down between her thighs, and I watched, mouth filling with saliva as she rubbed at her clit with her fingers as my cock moved in and out of her body.
I growled, letting go of her thighs and leaning forward to take her mouth in a kiss, forcing my tongue past her lips, not that it was difficult with her parting her lips and teeth easily, and I ravaged her mouth. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her hands moving to dig her fingers into my back. I eased my arm under her body, moving from her mouth to her breasts, mouthing both, taking her nipple into my mouth for a nip and a suck, then giving the same attention to the other.
"Luke!"
A growl was my only answer as I increased my rhythm, the speed, and the power of each thrust. For a second, we both hung over the brink, and I knew she was right there with me as her body went taut underneath mine. Then she was screaming as I felt her walls convulse on my cock, and I was spilling into the condom, groaning into her neck. The orgasm was just as strong as the first one, and I thought I would black out from it. I kept my hips movi
ng, prolonging her orgasm for as long as I could until she was a whimpering, limp mess under me.
I managed to slump to the side before I crushed her, pulling off the condom as I moved and throwing it off the bed to land somewhere on the floor.
I felt my eyes slip closed, just to rest for a moment.
Chapter 10
Elda
Luke was sleeping.
It took me a minute to realize as I came down from my high. His guard was completely down, and that was a surprise. I didn’t think he'd trust me, even after he took me aside and we fucked two times, surely, he should have still been on his guard?
For a moment, I could only lie there and look at him. His face was different when he was asleep, relaxed, still handsome but not as dangerous. Not that the air of danger left him completely even in repose. I knew, even if this was all I'd ever have seen of him, I would have known he wasn't the kind of guy to be messed with.
When I thought I could move, I slid onto my side, reaching one hand to touch his cheek, checking if he was truly asleep or just resting. But he didn’t open his eyes, and his breaths were slow and even. He really was asleep.
Well, I couldn't really blame him. I could feel the pull of exhaustion myself, and if I wasn’t in, basically, enemy territory, I would have snuggled into his broad chest and let my eyes close. But I knew it was dangerous, and a dumb thing to do. If I let myself sleep here, I wasn’t sure how I could get away. Not to mention, as much as I'd had my eyes on Greco for much of the night, I didn’t want him laying eyes on me.
But I couldn't think about the danger to myself just then. I was still basking in the afterglow, feeling all the aches in my body, and thinking about the fact that Luke put them there. The thought made something warm unfurl in my chest, but I didn’t look at it too closely.
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