I step closer. "But that's not all, is it? What else do you want, Luca?"
"Everything," he growls, his eyes dark and hot on mine. "I want everything."
"You want me spread out naked, don't you?"
"Sì," he says, his voice hard and demanding.
"On your bed, on your desk, in your shower."
"Anywhere I please."
"You want me on my hands and knees."
"Like before," he says, and the image of him tying me up with my own nightgown flashes through my mind and almost sends me to my knees in desire.
"You want to bend me over and make me beg, don't you?"
"You will," he says, his eyes flashing.
"What if I don't?" I ask, breathless. The image is so real, so hot.
"You will," he repeats confidently.
I want him to. I want to see that wild thing in him take charge. I want him to tie me up and use me, put me on my knees and take my mouth, pull my hair, and tell me I'm his.
"Luca," I whisper, and take a step back.
He follows, a predator stalking its prey, and this time when he reaches for me, I let him. He pulls me in and kisses me, rough and demanding.
"Bed," he says roughly.
I turn and let him draw me toward the massive mattress. When the backs of my thighs touch the edge, I go to sit, but he stops me with a hand on my shoulder.
"Turn," he orders.
I turn and look over my shoulder. "What—"
"On your knees," he says, and his voice is pure sex.
"Oh," I say, a little shaky.
"Did you think they were just words, Bella?" he asks roughly.
"No," I say on a trembling breath, and drop to the plush rug.
"Brava, ragazza." He leans down and cups my face, kisses me so deeply that it's almost a punishment. Then he stands, stroking his cock with slow, even passes, his gaze locked on mine.
I feel the power in him, the control.
He steps away and goes to a drawer, rifling around in it for a moment.
When he comes back, there's something in his hand, but I can't tell what it is. It's a small device with a big button in the middle and a coiled band on the side, the kind of coiled wrist band you use to carry your keys around an office.
I furrow my brows and look up at him.
"This is a clicker," he explains. "Try it out."
I do, and a loud click comes out of it, nearly startling me.
