"I didn't think I'd come back." The honesty surprises me. "But I couldn't stop thinking about you."
Heat flashes in his eyes, his pupils wide and dark with lust. "I couldn't stop thinking about you either."
Every word feels like electricity on my skin.He wants me. He couldn’t stop thinking about me.I try to remind myself that he was thinking about the woman I’m pretending to be, but I’m too keyed up, too full of longing to care. We're standing so close. Close enough that I can feel the warmth radiating off his body, and I have to tilt my head back to look at him.
"I'm sorry I ran," I say softly. "I got scared."
His gaze sweeps over me, and it makes my breath catch. "Are you still scared?"
I swallow hard and shake my head. A small smile tilts the corners of his lips.
“I think you’re lying,” he murmurs. He reaches up, and for a moment I think he's going to take off my mask. I tense to jerk back if he tries. But instead, his fingers trace the edge of it, following the delicate lace pattern.
"Why did you come back?" His voice is low, so rough around the edges, it sends a shiver through me.
"Because I want to finish what we started." I manage to find the courage to hold his gaze. "Because I want you."
The words hang between us. His eyes darken, and he reaches out, pulling me into him by my waist. The club around us vanishes; it’s only him and me. My entire body is thrumming with need. I’ve never felt so alive.
"Are you sure?" he asks roughly. "Because if we go upstairs, I'm not stopping this time. Not unless you tell me to."
My pulse is racing. My skin feels too tight. "I'm sure."
He takes my hand, and the simple touch seems to jolt all the way down to between my thighs. A slow, heated smile curves his lips. "Then let's go."
I barely notice anything about the room that we’re led to. All I can see is Luca. He walks to the edge of the bed and turns to look at me, and then he crooks a finger at me, calling me closer.
A shiver runs down my spine at the look on his face, half desire and half arrogance. “I saw the way you looked at me last time,” he murmurs as I move closer slowly. “You wanted me. No running this time,piccola coniglia. Little rabbit.”
His voice is so thick, his accent coloring every word, and it makes me shiver again. I make it all the way to just in front of him, kicking off my heels as I go so that I don’t trip. “No running,” I whisper.
“If you want to stop, sayruby,” he murmurs. He reaches out to touch the stud in one of my ears, his finger brushing againstthe lobe as he touches the delicate ruby. “Otherwise,piccola,I won’t stop.”
I nod, unable to speak. I feel like I’m going to pass out; it’s so hard to breathe. “I want to see you,” I whisper. “Like last time.”
That arrogance flashes in his eyes again, and he smirks. His hands go to the top button of his shirt. “I take off a piece, so do you,” he murmurs. “Fair is fair.”
I swallow hard. “Fair,” I whisper, and watch as he undoes his shirt.
He’s so much more beautiful than any man should be allowed to be. Every button opened reveals hard muscle, ink patterned over it in bold font and designs. I feel my mouth going dry as his shirt falls open, and I can feel the desire gathering between my thighs as he shrugs it to the floor, his muscles flexing as he does.
“Now you,” he murmurs hoarsely.
My fingers tremble as I reach for the zipper at the back of my dress. I tug it down, all the way to the small of my back, and then slowly push the cap sleeves off of my shoulders, wiggling the tight fabric down until it peels off of my breasts, my hips, and finally falls to the floor.
I’m left in only my black silk panties and matching lace bra, and Luca’s eyes are blown dark with lust as he looks at me, his gaze hungrily sweeping over me from face to toes and back up again.
“Bellissima,” he murmurs roughly. “So fucking beautiful.”
I feel my face flush. “You next,” I whisper, and he gives me that arrogant smirk again as his hands go to his belt.
“I want you on your knees again,coniglia,” he purrs. “I want my cock touching your lips when it’s free, and I want to see how pretty they look wrapped around it.” His voice drops an octave, sending shivers over every inch of my skin. “I want everything I didn’t get last time.”
I bite my lip, but I step forward, closer and closer until I’m right in front of him. Forcing myself to be brave and hold his gaze, I sink down to my knees. Only then does he undo his belt.
His fingers catch his zipper, drawing it down, and the thick ridge that I see pushing against it nearly hits my cheek when it springs free, as intimidating as it was the last time.
I want to ask how on earth it’s going to fit inside of me, but I don’t. I don’t want him to know how inexperienced I am. He might not have come here for a virgin. What man would go to a sex club for a woman who doesn’t know what she’s doing? He might want me to go if he knew.
