It was our first night at the Rossi Villa.After the chaotic get-together we had at the mansion before coming, I wasn’t looking forward to hanging out with anyone anymore.But sadly, dinner on the first night was mandatory.
I turned off the shower, grabbing a towel to lightly dab my skin before shrugging on a dark silk robe.I walked out of the bathroom.
My heart did double flips when my eyes landed on Luciano, who stood by the large windows that led to the balcony.I had forgotten for a moment that I was there with someone.He was shirtless, clad in black sweats that hung low on his hips.
The wide, muscular expanse of his back made me remember how I had scratched his skin the night he was inside me.My cheeks burned furiously, causing me to bite down on my lips.
“You can take a picture, amore mio,” he teased huskily.“I heard it lasts longer.”
I blushed, embarrassed.“Get over yourself.”
He turned around fully, like he was giving me a chance to properly ogle him.
God, he was beautiful.
His dark hair remained tousled atop his head, with lazy strands kissing his skin.I had presumed he’d have tattoos, but his tanned skin was toned and flawless.
Realizing I was staring at him again, I looked away sharply, approaching the dresser.
“I’m your fiancé.I think at the very least, you can try to eye fuck me and not feel guilty for it.”I didn’t have to look at him to know that he had that stupid, psychotic grin on his face.
I had barely started reaching for my skincare products when I felt his presence behind me.I sucked in a breath, wanting to put on an unaffected look.But his fingers found my waist, slowly squeezing before he spun me around and placed me on the edge of the dresser.
He grabbed my thighs, wrapping them around his waist so our middles connected, and he stood between my legs like he always did.
“Fake fiancé,” I corrected him through clenched teeth, like my heart wasn’t pounding so hard in my chest.
He smirked.Those blue eyes lit up with mischief, and, God, I hated that he looked so handsome.
“Why did you come?”I whispered.He had a choice not to show up, given how I had embarrassed him in my office the other day.
“Because you need me—”
“No, not that.”I shook my head.I wasn’t buying it.
“Because I want you so badly, it fucking hurts.”Although I could feel his throbbing length against me, which stiffened my nipples and made my pussy leak, I knew he wasn’t just talking about my body.
He glanced at my lips, biting his.I could see how much he was fighting to keep control.
“Do you kill people too?”I had to ask.
He chuckled.“Only people who would dare lay a finger on you.I’m not afraid to make a man’s death look like an accident.”
I smacked his chest, glaring at him.“You won’t kill anyone.”
“Yes, as long as they keep their paws off you,” he said casually as he pressed a kiss to my forehead.
“My father and I aren’t the best of friends.We do not share the typical father-son relationship, so I’m not in business with him.I rebel against everything he stands for.”There was a mask of indifference in his voice, but I could pick up on lingering trails of longing.
“Why?”I splayed my palms on his chest, looking up at him.
“Because I’m his biggest disappointment.”
“Did he say that to you?”I murmured.
“He didn’t have to,” he said quietly.
“You want to know what I think?”
