My skin burns.
I should feel ashamed, embarrassed.
But I don't.
"You're about to find out."
Luca grabs my nightgown and pulls the silk the rest of the way apart, turning it into two pieces.
I have to bite back a moan.
The sight of him, his hands working, his muscles flexing.
My breath catches.
He lifts one of the pieces of silk, holding it between his fingers.
"Turn around, on your knees."
A wave of desire courses through me.
My body tingles, a fire spreading from the pit of my stomach to the tips of my fingers and toes.
"I won't tell you again," he growls.
Slowly, I roll over, moving onto my hands and knees. My head spins.
What am I doing?
I shouldn't let him treat me this way.
But I want to, so desperately.
My pussy is throbbing, aching to be filled.
My breasts are heavy, my nipples aching.
I look over my shoulder.
Luca is on his knees behind me, his eyes fixed on me, his lips parted.
He looks wild, primal.
His hands work at the silk, winding it around his hand.
"Hold still," he says.
I swallow, my throat dry.
He reaches out, his fingers brushing my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
I suck in a breath, the feeling almost overwhelming.
He grabs my forearms with a tight grip and pulls them outward, sending me falling to the bed.
My cheek presses against the sheets, my ass in the air.
He takes one of my wrists in his iron grip and wraps the silk around it, tying it securely.
