She wouldn’t admit that he had her shook and turned on at the same time. Luca was indeed just playing. Little did she know, the man in front of her was a natural born killer. The type that never said what he would do, it just happened once he decided.
“I want…you…La’Nova Reign. Fuck Kentrell… Since he’s such a concern of yours.” He licked his lips before continuing.
“Don’t speak his name…unless you hear it from me…yes?”
“Nigga—”
“Say yes.” His raspy voice snuck through his strained whisper.
“Yes.” La’Nova gave in quicker than she liked.
“Good, Nova baby.” He nodded his head once satisfied with her answer.
Nova baby.She repeated his words in her mind, hating the way the nickname he just given her warmed her insides.
“I don’t even know you.” La’Nova shook her head in disbelief. She looked down at her burning cigarette, inwardly cringing after noticing the ash fell between her legs.
Luca remained silent, he just watched her calmy. Her face showed different emotions. The smell of cigarette smoke was starting to agitate him. While he was determined to get her out of this camper to his house, he told himself to figure out a way to get her off of chain-smoking cancer sticks.
“This is random, but I’m going to be straight up with you, Mr. Bonetti?—”
“Luca… call me, Luca,” he whispered out.
“Oh…kay.” She rolled her eyes then forced herself to look him right his.
“I love myself a lot… You fine as hell, you smell good as shit…Anddddd—” She raised her arched brows then rubbed her thumb against her index and middle finger to emphasize money. “You paid…I assume you filthy rich like Lucille.” La’Nova offered Luca a knowing smile, softly nodding her head in his direction.
Luca smiled for the second time since being free. La’Nova had a lot of personality as well. She was animated and spoke her mind without holding back. Another thing he adored about her.
“I say all that to say, yes…I’m prejudging the fuck out of you. Lucille trained Serenity for Lord knows how long to be your wife. I say I love myself because most people look at me and think since I wear a size twenty-six—sometimes twenty-eight depending on which company I shop at—that I must be an easy,low self-esteem, three-hundred-pound ass bitch. I love every pound attached to me and I’m just as nutty as I claim others of being…though I think seventy-five percent of the human population have some sort of mental issues; especially when some call themselves making small conversation with me. My momma used to say it’s always in folks eyes…” Her words trailed off as she almost lost her train of thought.
She never openly mentioned either one of her parents to anyone. They were too sacred to mention, and speaking on them revealed who she truly was. That was her weak spot, the key to unlocking her emotions and putting them out on full display. She was thankful that Luca just gazed at her silently with no remarks.
La’Nova hit her cigarette again, taking her time to continue to the point that she was trying to make.
“I love my scar. I don’t think I’m ugly when I stare in the mirror. I see a fine ass big girl with hips and ass… good pussy, and a plan to enjoy life in the future. You won’t be able to break me, and if you think about putting your hands on me, you better come with that shit. I’m gon’ try to fight you with every breath and cell inside of my body, and I might kill you if I have the chance. Ain’t shit about me weak as fuck, Luca. I don’t give a fuck about your money. I ain’t rich like you but I got a savings. I’m in this camper by choice. I chose it over a car because sometimes, when I’m off from House of Angels, I like to explore. I talk back, I have a major attitude problem, and I don’t give a fuck about having a companion. I ahhhh?—”
La’Nova squealed as her cigarette flew out of her hand, magically landing on the small window seal. She tried to kick Luca with her free leg but failed. Luca grabbed both of her ankles and smoothly dropped down to his knees on the floor. When her chunky feethit the carpeted floor, Luca spread her legs and bullied his way between her thighs.
La’Nova was too stunned to speak or even blink. Her hands shook uncontrollably as her chest rose and fell rapidly. Luca’s dark brown eyes studied her light hazel gray ones. His hands had a mind of their own. It had been so long since he even touched a woman in an intimate way like he was getting ready to do with La’Nova.
He massaged her ankles for a long beat, then slowly dragged his callous hands up to the back of her calves. He squeezed gently then added a little bit more pressure. La’Nova melted right on the spot from his warm touch. His touch alone sent mixed signals to her brain and body.
“Luca, what are you—” Her mouth clamped shut as Luca slowly shook his headnoat her.
The Don was on his knees before her humbly, with so much patience and admiration. If his men or even Roy saw him like this, they’d feel like he was setting them all back by centuries. His rough hands left her calves, sliding smoothly between her thighs until they landed on top. He rubbed both thighs in strong circular motions until he felt her inhale then exhale slowly.
Luca didn’t bat an eye. Instead, he watched her doe-shaped eyes lower into submission. His hands fell to either side of her thighs as he continued to rub with tender care and affection, something she never felt before in her life from the opposite sex.
It felt like La’Nova could feel his strong rough hands all over her, down to her hair follicles. She inhaled his masculine scent and remained quiet. His closeness and touch calmed every single cell inside her body. The connection and chemistry that radiated offof both of them was intensifying yet satisfying to both of their troubled souls.
Luca felt impaled. He wanted to become one with her. If he had powers, he’d dive inside of La’Nova to find all of the things that made her so defensive and aggressive with her choice of words to him. His hands traveled to her hips, passing softly over her butt. He lifted her shirt then lowered himself until his butt hit the back of his legs.
Shock was written all over her round face when he broke eye contact with her to lean in and lay his head on top of her stomach and in between her double-D breasts.
Her nipples hardened, mouth watered, and if Luca wasn’t between her thighs, she would have squeezed them tightly together. La’Nova was caught up in disbelief of how good his touch made her feel. His big hands massaged her bare back; he inhaled her scent as his long arms pressed into her back.
His hands were skilled, so skilled that La’Nova’s eyes rolled into the back of her head when they came in contact with her shoulders. He massaged the tension out of them and squeezed the back of her neck every couple of seconds in between working her shoulders.
