Athena
Luciano’s eyes zeroed in on my top, a glare blatant on his face. I gave an unapologetic shrug.
“It was all I could find last minute,” I grumbled.
Today was supposed to be my “No Luciano in my Face Day,”. I had been knee-deep into files from the Bureau, racking my head on the several murders that the mafia had been responsible for in the past few weeks. It was crazy. They had killed and maimed about ten people in all.
And the mastermind of it all was the man in front of me. The sinfully hot man stood shirtless before his door, his chest contracting with each breath he took, glaring at me for being indecent while there was not a stitch of clothing on his fucking chest.
The damn irony.
“When do we leave?” I asked when it seemed like we would spend the whole fucking day standing by his door glaring at each other. If he had nothing better to do, well I did. I had. Someone had to expose him as the devil he was and afterward, I could put a knife in him and be done with it.
He grunted something I couldn’t fathom and walked inside the house, leaving the door gaping open behind him. Reluctantly I walked in, eyeing the rippling muscles.
Oh, Damnnnn. The women that hung on his arm knew what they were doing exactly. A sigh slipped from my lips unconsciously at the sight of his bronze skin flexing tautly and I almost murdered myself mentally.
What the hell?!
The goal was to seduce him not get seduced instead!
Tearing my eyes away from him, I scanned the living room for where to sit. I had planted my ass on one of the soft sofas in the living room when Luciano cleared his throat, holding up a small round container.
“Can you apply gel, Miss Gonzalez? I take it you can do that much at least?”. He asked
“Do you have to?” I mumbled, eyeing the mass of thick lush hair that lay rough and tousled on his head giving him a dangerous edgy look.
“What was that?” He asked and I mumbled a “Nothing,” quickly striding towards him.
A few minutes later, he was seated on a sofa while I whipped the black gel onto his head. His hair was soft. Thick, yes but so damn soft. An image of him stepping out of the shower, with his hair wet and dripping slipped into my head, and without realizing it, I sighed. Such a waste of beautiful hair.
“Do you have a problem with my hair Miss Gonzalez?” Luciano demanded and I stiffened.
“What gave you the impression?”
He pulled away so he could look up at me, his eyes holding my gaze. “You have sighed twice in the past few minutes.”
“Ah,” I muttered, tugging my lower lip with my teeth as I thought of what to say.
Luciano’s eyes narrowed into slits and for a while, I thought he was mad at me until he muttered in a low husky tone.
“Don’t do that,”
“Do what?” I frowned, arching a brow.
His hands reached upward, slowly. I eyed him warily, ready to deflect whatever move he made. Rough fingers brushed against my lips, sending jolts to my head.
“Don’t bite your lips,” he murmured, his thumb stroking the bottom lip that I had bit.
Fuck me. I had no idea what. But there was something sensual in the way he caressed my lips. In the way, he looked at me. I should not allow this. All the times he had shown me attention, he always demanded some sort of retribution in return.
Like loading my neck with so much work, I’d get home and crash like a fucking log of wood.
Heck, just a few days ago, he had threatened me! He had no right to touch me like this!
“Raven,” he drawled thickly, dark brown eyes burning with the same flame as burned in my lower belly.
It wasn’t even my real name, but fuck me, it had an effect. A very profound effect. I leaned into his touch, trying to keep my senses around me.
I had not imagined it. I was not hallucinating! Luciano wanted me. There was no way I was imagining him calling my name and toying with my lips. If I played my cards right, he would be eating out of my hands in no fucking time. I just needed to take things slow.
As slow and cautious as possible because he was quite the bipolar bitch.
I slid my hand into his dark locks, scraping my fingers lightly against his scalp. His eyes closed briefly as he cursed and his touch became insistent.
“Open up,” he ordered and like the fucking red sea, my lips parted. His thumb slipped through them and holding his gaze, I sucked on it lightly, a tiny moan slipping from my lips.
“Ah, quel suono,…” He murmured, egging me on. I had no idea what he said, but it couldn’t mean he wanted to kill me. “Non posso resistere… Come here,”
I stepped away from him, trying to get my heavy breathing under control. This was it. As long as I don’t lose my fucking mind I should be fine. Walking around the sofa until I stood before him, I watched the way his chest heaved and dropped, saw the tautness in his stance even though he sat down, and- oh my God, I would lose my mind. My thighs clenched wildly when my eyes fell on the bulge in his pants. There was no way I would not forget a single thing with that… that- Fuck, now I knew why the women flocked around him like honey.
“Come here Raven,” he ordered, holding a hand out to me.
“Mr. Moretti,” I panted.
“Luciano,” he growled, grabbing my hand and tugging me until my ass was planted right on his lap. “Say it,” he demanded, burying his face in my neck and taking deep breaths.
A moan slipped from me when he began kissing the nape of my neck. His hands found my breasts, fondling them through the top I wore.
“Luciano,” His name came out in a hoarse breathless voice. God, that felt so good. His hands, large and rough, squeezed and plucked at my breasts making every single tender part of me ache for more.
“Bellissimo…” He whispered huskily, “Fuck, you’ll drive me crazy.”
Wonderful. I intended to do more than drive him crazy, I thought grinning mentally. I wanted to do so much more. However, whatever it was that I wanted to do, slid out of my head the minute he propped up my breasts through the neckline of the dress and lowered his lips to them.
“Fuck yes!” I cried and that seemed to startle him and jolted him to his senses because the fire in his eyes died slowly. Oh fuck no, I couldn’t let a chance like that go. I leaned forward but the dark Luciano was back, with no sign of the sensual one in sight.
And of course, he was furious. Perhaps even more furious with himself than he was with me. He shoved me off his lap, rose, slowly, a warm-blooded male in his prime, handed me a glare, and stormed off to his room in anger.
When he stepped out, his hair had been gelled back to perfection as always and he wore an immaculate suit that did nothing to conceal all the goodies I had seen earlier.
As we drove to the airport, all I could think about was why someone so fucking beautiful was so damn ruthless.
And why my body tingled so badly at the thought of being touched by him.
***
Mahn, Being rich did have its fucking perks. I gaped in awe at the interior of Luciano’s private jet and damnnn, it was beautiful. Had to be the prettiest I had ever seen. And I had been on a lot of planes. But this? It was magnificent.
Luciano sat on one of the chairs in the left wing, taking the entire space for himself. I had no choice but to sit somewhere in the right wing. Tension crackled in the air so thick I could almost taste it. After the whole fiasco at his home, Luciano had been… Weird.
He had his stone-cold expression on as always, but his movements were choppy and brash, unlike the suaveness he possessed before. Somehow knowing that he was that way because of me made me giddy.
The plan had worked all along. I had captured his attention. The mafia lord had simply been fighting it all along. As I watched him sift through the contract papers over and over again, a tiny smile played in the corner of my lips. It was time to play the subtlety card. I just had to bid time and wait patiently. Luciano would be mine.