Page 17 of Hot for Her Italian Mafia
And then a foreign feeling brushes against my ass. Luca’s stubbled chin tickles my sensitive skin before his lips meet the raised flesh. His lips give way for his tongue to dance, licking along the length of what’s no doubt a fairly deep belt mark. It glides along my cheek, tickling the ridge before continuing on the other side.
But each delicate motion is followed by primal grunting. His hands, once locked around my ankles, move up my calves, then thighs until they’re finally spreading my cheeks. Soft kisses are shadowed by a hungry tongue licking at the wetness dripping down my inner thighs.
His breathing is heavy and staggered. His head movements become more erratic between my legs, farther now from the impact zone but closer to my pussy.
My heart pounds in my chest, and I haven’t drawn a breath since I felt his face against me. He releases one hand from its firm grip on my ass and slides it around my midsection. The kissing and licking along my inner thigh continue while his fingers find their way toward my gooey center.
A haze of excitement and nervousness wash away all thoughts while Luca moves with expert precision across my body. Then it hits. A single finger sliding between my folds, getting soaked before it nestles against my clit. Luca’s tongue nears my core, and his hand moves in slow, rhythmic circles.
Sheer bliss erupts throughout me. Sounds leave my body I didn’t even know I was capable of making. My legs tremble, my body buckles, and every inch of my skin tingles with satisfaction.
A knot forms in my belly. It’s familiar, one I’ve felt many times before, pleasuring myself to whatever twisted fantasy of Luca sprung to mind. Only this time, it’s more intense, filling my entire body with a scorching heat that radiates from the center throughout every limb.
Luca’s mouth moves from one leg to the other, lapping up my juices, but never reaching the source. At this point, he doesn’t even have to. His magical fingers are more than enough.
“Are you close?” he asks, hot breath tickling my flesh.
“Uh-huh.” No words come to mind. All I can do is emit guttural noises that satisfy his question.
“Good.”
The word is almost enough to send me over the edge, but instead of letting me dash across the finish line, Luca pulls away. First his head, then his hand, and finally his entire body until I’m left with my pants down, ass burning and a cold wind chilling what he warmed.
“The spanking didn’t seem to do what it had to,” Luca says, pulling his belt back into position around his waist. “But a ruined orgasm will.”
Fury scrunches my face and I spin around to face him.
“What?” I roar, slamming a fist into his chest. He barely reacts to the impact.
But his lips, still coated in my juices, curl into a smile. The first I’ve seen in all the time he’s spent at the Sunken Sailor.
“Pull your pants up and get back to work. I’ll see you inside.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” A growl follows my words.
“Do you want a repeat of your punishment?”
That threat is almost as cold as the wind that blows against my bare bottom. No, I never want a repeat of this moment again. Knocking on the door of ecstasy but pulling away a second before it opens? It’s got to be a torture reserved for the worst bastards in hell.
“No. I’ll be a good girl,” I say.
“Of course, you will.” Luca wraps a hand around the back of my neck. “Because you’re my good girl.”
My heart melts in my chest, but the sensation intensifies when Luca pulls me into an embrace. Our tongues meet, and I can still taste myself on him. The ache for release leaves an uncomfortable pang in my belly.
And even though the situation sucks, even though he didn’t take me here and now, I can’t complain.
At least now I know I’m his.
CHAPTER 11
Luca
Iwatch her from the shadows, or at least whatever dark hole I can find in between the messy crowd that floods the Stillwater Mall. Tucked away behind pillars, drifting through the crowd like any other shopper, and sliding into various storefronts and kiosks to keep myself hidden.
My actions last night were not the beginning of Josie’s grip on me, but it served to solidify my desperate yearning to keep her safe. Watch her at the bar? That’s easy. While she works, all I have to do is sit around and wait for her shift to end. But what happens if she’s jumped on her normal errands? The trivial mundanities of day-to-day life.
They’re the most dangerous, and my protection has to be extended toward it.