He steps closer to the bath, the scent of danger trailing with him. “Is that so?” His eyes tell me he doesn’t quite believe me.
“Yes. But I have conditions.”
His eyes narrow, clenching his fists. “You don’t get to negotiate.”
But I watch as his gaze flickers to my chest, his eyes lingering on my piercings again. I trace my fingers over my nipples, making the buds stand tall and hard. “One: I get full freedom in the house again.”
He watches me intently as his hand comes up and unbuttons the top of his dress shirt, readjusting himself as if it’s suffocating him.
“Two: I want to take day trips outside the estate.”
He’s quick to snap back, “No.”
Undeterred, I stand and step out of the bath, leaving nothing to imagine. I have always been proud of my body—just the right amount of curves that sends men crazy, and Luciano is no different. Underneath that hard exterior of his, all men really want is some pussy at the end of the day.
“Two: I want to take day trips outside the estate,” I repeat.
He watches me silently before running his hand through his hair and finally conceding. “Fine. But you’ll have one of my brothers and a soldier I assign to you at all times.”
I sit on the edge of the bath, legs parting slowly and deliberately, letting him get a clear view as my hands wander slowly over my body, my fingers teasing until I’m rubbing my clit. “Three,” I say, voice low and sultry, “I want to sit in on all business meetings.”
A low growl rumbles from deep in his chest as he bites his lip, desire blazing in his eyes.
“Four,” I gasp, sliding two fingers inside myself, my breath hitching, “I want you to fuck me.”
Luciano hesitates for a second, then without warning, he seizes me, his muscular arms picking me up effortlessly, slamming me hard against the wall. His kisses come rough and commanding, hungry and possessive. For weeks, I’ve wondered what it would be like kissing his chiseled face, but this… this is more than I expected. I’ve never felt anything like this before; my whole body feels like it’s on fire. I reach for his shirt, my fingers fumbling at the buttons, but he pushes my hands away, pinning them above my head with his brutal strength.
“Now,” he whispers close to my ear, “do you want me to destroy this pretty little cunt of yours?”
“Yes,” I moan, arching into him, craving everything he has on offer.
“Tell me to stop,” he growls, sliding one hand between my legs, two fingers plunging deep and fast into me. “You’re soaking, Principessa.”
His pace is relentless, and there is nothing gentle in his touch. I protest softly, grinding harder against his hand, urging him deeper inside me. He leans down, his mouth claiming one nipple, his tongue flicking around my piercing before biting down, his teeth tugging at me with delicious pain.
“Luciano,” I moan, my breath ragged. His thumb finds my clit, rubbing it in slow, tantalizing circles while his other fingers push inside me. My breath hitches with each forceful thrust of his hand, the heat building until I am trembling on the edge.
Then abruptly, he pulls away, dropping my ass onto the bathroom floor.
“What the fuck?” I gasp, confusion crashing through me.
He hovers over me. “Get dressed. Meet me in the office in thirty.”
And with that, he leaves me there, wet, breathless, and burning with need, sitting on the cold bathroom floor, every nerve alive with anticipation for what may come when we eventually fuck. Because if that teaser was anything, it will be nothing short of amazing.
I make my way down to the office with only minutes to spare. It was an amazing feeling to turn my bedroom door handle open, and when I peek outside, there’s no soldier waiting. I don’t bother knocking onthe office door before pushing it open and striding in. A smirk tugs at my lips when I see Luciano and Stefano standing at the desk.
“So, where do we start?” I announce loud enough to make sure he knows I’m here.
“Charlie, meet Rocco. Your new bodyguard,” Luciano says without looking up from the table.
I scan the room until I see him, standing stiff as a statue next to the door I just walked through. How did I miss him? He must be the tallest person I have ever seen.
“Were you the one guarding my bedroom door?” I ask him.
“Si,” he says, the confirmation in the voice I recognize.
“So how often do I get to enjoy Rocco’s company?” I ask, my voice dripping in sarcasm.
