Luca stands in the frame and his eyes move from Renzo to me and back to Renzo.
"Good night, Miss Keller," Renzo says and he is past Luca and gone before I answer him.
The door closes and Luca crosses the room. His hand finds my arm and he pulls me up from the chair and walks me backward until my shoulders hit the wall. He puts one hand beside my head and looks down at me and says,
"You seem very easy-going with everyone but me, tonight."
I look up at him. The way he looks at me is so intense that, for a second, I think it might be passion. But I push that thought away as it forms. He doesn't care about me, this is business. All I could do was to make my father give him what he wanted so he could let me go. A man like him would never care about a person like me. I am already pathetic in his eyes. Yes, I avoided him tonight. I had to stop myself and these feelings I get around him. I can't keep making a fool out of myself.
I smile. "Don't you know, Don?" I tilt my head. "I'm nice to anyone who'll sleep with me." I hold his gaze. "Wasn't I nice to you when I thought you could fuck me?"
His hand tightens around my jaw.
His eyes drop to my mouth and come back up and his breathing has changed and so has mine and the wall is cold behind my shoulders and his hand is very warm against my face.
"Say that again," he says.
I look up at him and his grip tightens. I say, clearly, holding every inch of his gaze, "I am nice to any man who?—"
His mouth covers mine and his tongue pushes deep, sliding against mine, and I taste him, the cigarettes, lingering champagne, and raw hunger. The flavor fills my mouth and makes my stomach clench with unwanted need. For one dangerous second, I want to melt into his arms and let my body soften and surrender completely.
But I fight it.
I bite down on his lower lip, pulling blood, then shove at his chest. When he doesn't budge fast enough, I slap him across the face.
"What do you want from me?" I spit.
He pins me back to the wall in a heartbeat, one hand gripping my jaw so tightly I feel my pulse hammering against his fingers. His eyes are raging.
"You are playing dangerous games, princess."
I stare straight into that storm and grin, mocking. "A few days ago you said I wasn't your type." My voice drips with sweetness. "Don't tell me that was a lie."
My hand travels down between us and closes boldly over the straining hardness in his trousers. He's rock hard and pulsing heavily against my palm.
"I guess your body is more honest than you are." I lean in until our lips almost touch. "Don't tell me you can't control yourself around me."
He lifts me off the floor and throws me onto the bed. I bounce before he's on me, mouth attacking my neck and sucking hard, his teeth biting into my skin, sending sharp sparks of pleasure-pain straight to my clit. He pins my wrists above my head with one strong hand. We're both panting.
I shut my eyes and moan as his lips move lower, kissing wet and open-mouthed along the deep neckline, dragging his hot tongue over the tops of my breasts. The stubble on his jaw scrapes deliciously against my flushed skin. Then he pulls back, stroking my face almost gently with his thumb, his touch leaving trails of fire.
"You're right," he says, voice rough. "I can't control myself, princess."
I lean up, eyes narrowed. "Disappointing. Pathetic!"
His hand shoots to my throat. He squeezes just enough to make my breath catch and my pussy throb. He bites hard into the side of my neck, fisting my hair, the sharp sting blooming into throbbing heat. I clutch the sheets, breathing fast, feeling myself grow slick and swollen between my thighs.
He pulls back, eyes blazing. "Didn't you want me to fuck you?"
I'm panting, aching, but I lift my chin. "Not anymore."
He tears the lower half of the dress apart with one rip and his hand dives inside my panties, his thick fingers sliding through my dripping folds and pushing two deep inside me in one smooth thrust. I moan the sound of my arousal as he curls them perfectly against that sensitive spot.
"Liar," he whispers against my ear as he thrusts his fingers harder, fucking me with them, stretching me open.
I hold onto his shoulders, nails digging in while he kisses down my neck, my chest, my stomach. My skin burns everywhere his mouth touches. I cry out in pleasure when he parts my legs wider, pulls his fingers out, and looks me dead in the eyes as he lifts them to his mouth. They're coated with me.
"Principessa, sai di buono. Ne voglio ancora," he murmurs in Italian.Princess, you taste so good. I want more.
