I bite my lip, trying to hold back the sounds that threaten to escape.
His hands are on me, everywhere.
It's almost too much.
The feeling is exquisite.
His fingers slide between my legs, finding my clit.
"Oh," I cry, the feeling shooting through me.
Luca's touch is light, teasing, torturing.
"Please," I beg, needing more.
"Please, what?"
"Touch me."
"I am touching you." His infuriatingly amused tone is back.
I bite back a frustrated whimper.
"You're going to have to be more specific, Panini," he says, his voice full of dark promise.
My stomach tightens.
He knows what I need.
And he's going to make me say it.
"Please, fuck me," I finally get out.
"Shh, shh, shhhhh." He traces a lazy circle over my clit. "You'll take what I give you."
I tremble.
"You've been a very bad girl, Elena." His voice is a low, sensual purr.
My whole body clenches.
"And bad girls need to be punished."
The word echoes in my mind.
Punished.
Oh, God.
Luca's hand comes down on my ass, a light slap that sends a rush of heat through me.
"Oh," I cry, the sound escaping before I can stop it.
"You like that?" he asks, a smile in his voice. "Don't lie to me now."
"Yes." I can't help the way the word comes out, breathless, desperate.
He smacks my other cheek, harder this time.
