Page 25 of Hot for Her Italian Mafia

“The bedroom,” he says.

I get out of my chair and walk hand-in-hand through the open-plan living room with Luca. We enter his bedroom. It’s pitch black, with thick curtains blocking whatever little light the outside could shine in. With a flick of the light switch, Luca exposes what the shadows hid.

It’s simple and elegant, far removed from what I was expecting. A desk to one side, with a large double bed draped in blue sheets.

He leads me in and stops at the foot of the bed.

“I want you to undress,” Luca says.

My heart thumps heavily in my chest.

I do as he instructs, kicking my heels off first before nervously grabbing at the fabric of my dress. His golden eyes drink in my actions, but his stoic face never breaks.

“Undo my zip?” I turn around and pull my hair aside.

In one swift motion, I feel the restraints give way.

I turn back to face him, shuffling the shoulder straps off and dropping the dress to the floor in a swift motion.

“Perfection,” Luca grumbles. With how quietly he says it, I wonder if the words were meant to come out at all. “Spin for me.”

I do.

Luca emits guttural noises, and like the word before, I bet they aren’t intended.

“Will you lie down?” he asks when I’m back in his line of sight.

I nod. Involuntary shaky breaths force choked noises from my throat as I approach the bed. He hasn’t asked me to remove my bra and panties yet, but I suppose he wants to have some fun on his own.

I lie down, resting my head on the giant pillow against the headboard, and spread my legs. A finger instinctively glides down my body, hovering dangerously close to my pussy.

A smile cracks on Luca’s face.

“Not yet. I want you on your belly first.”

Words fail me. I want to respond to what he says, but my mind races a thousand miles an hour and they can’t find a way out. Trying to be as sexy as possible, I roll over on the bed, leaving a wide section on either side of the bed for Luca to sit.

“Good girl,” he says.

My heart flutters in my chest.

“Is it time?”

“No.”

Before joining me on the bed, Luca makes a stop at his side table. He pulls from it various vials full of colorful liquids and one-word labels etched into the glass.

He discards his tie, undoes the top button of his shirt, and rolls up the sleeves. Then, his heavy weight sinks the bed next to me. He’s standing on his knees, reaching for one of the many bottles on the bedside table, while the other hand finds its way to my skin.

“I want to make this special for you, Josie,” Luca says. He cracks the top of the bottle in his hand and pours a healthy dose into his palm. A warm sweet smell tickles my nose. “I want you to be calm, centered, and relaxed. Soothed from head to toe. To feel like the queen you’ve always been.”

He rubs his palms together, spreading the mixture across both palms before leaning closer. His strong hands rub against my skin for the first time, gliding over each inch and dousing it in the liquid. It’s warm to the touch, tingly, and among the nerves, I can feel the relaxing properties infusing with my nerve-wracked muscles.

“A massage?” My words come with a smile. “How wonderful.”

Luca smirks. He moves slowly, from my neck to the small of my back, using a mixture of prodding fingers and palm thrusts to treat my tension. It doesn’t take long for the fear and angst to wash away. His digits skim across my slick skin. The floral oils aid his movements, but they come to a stop along my bra line.

“Can I take it off?” he asks. Eager fingers already grip and tug at the band.