Athena
The next few days passed in a blur. Work returned to its dastardly slow pace as Luciano began to avoid me. I knew he was avoiding me. I rarely followed him to meetings anymore. He had the secretary follow him instead. He also had her fetch him his coffee, and lunch and attend a fucking luncheon with him.
To say I was pissed was an understatement!
I was his assistant. That was my job! Making sure things went according to how he wanted, managing his activities, and cramming his schedule into my brain was my fucking job and instead, he had his secretary do it while he gave me stupid menial tasks!
You do realize how you sound right now, don’t you? A voice in my head taunted me and I shook it.
I wasn’t jealous. Bah! What was there to be jealous about? The fact that he was overworking his secretary? That wasn’t my shit to deal with. I was just… mad. Yes, mad. How could I find out what he was up to if I couldn’t be where he was especially during the day?
Wait a minute.
I paused typing, staring at the half-written letter on the screen. Was Luciano on to me? My head whipped back, trying to stare through the door at him. The bastard had moved his desk too! He couldn’t see me, nor could I see him. And I was supposed to be fucking relieved, but instead, it made me so damn anxious. Had he found out I was a spy?
“Of course not,” I whispered, chuckling nervously, and resumed typing. “He couldn’t know. If he had, I’d most likely be dead with a knife stuck in my belly.”
And maybe the Mafia insignia on my chest. My left hand reached up to run my chest as I imagined him burning the letter onto my chest. Did it not sicken him? How could he do that to people?! Especially kids! The memory of the sixteen-year-old boy killed and branded with the M on his chest drifted through my head. I slammed my palm onto the keys hard and repeatedly, screaming in anger at the thought.
“I’ll fucking kill him!” I spa, trembling visibly. “I promise you, kid, I’ll end him. He’ll never be able to hurt anyone again!”
Glancing behind me at the door, I took a deep breath to steady my shaky nerves. I couldn’t approach Luciano while I looked like a mess. He should never have to suspect me or doubt my identity. But I still couldn’t sit around waiting for him to admit that he wanted me. I needed to give him all the push he required.
Grabbing the calendar on my table with my lips set in vengeance, I read through his schedule for the day. He had a brunch date with the daughter of a rich man named Romanov. I could smell the hands of a meddling father who wanted to tie his daughter to one of the most powerful men in NY and possibly Italy. I snorted and shook my head. More like setting up his daughter for only pain and heartbreak.
The brunch was an hour away. Which meant he would leave soon and if my guess was right, he would be leaving with his darned secretary and not me.
“No way in hell!” I muttered, rising to my feet. Peeling off my blazer, I glanced down at the semi-transparent white top and nodded in satisfaction. It was perfect for seduction. I touched the hem of my bodycon skirt to make it shorter, ending a few inches below my backside.
Ready, I strutted out of my office, pushed the door open, and marched into his. He wasn’t in the seat. No. Just exactly as I had predicted, he was approaching the door. He was fucking leaving and was probably going with the damned woman outside and leaving me to sod off like a piece of shit.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I yelled without thinking. All plans of seduction flew out of my head as I stormed over to him.
Luciano looked startled at first. His brown eyes widened a fraction before narrowing into the slits that always did naughty things to me. His eyes dropped to my heaving chest as I drew closer and I saw his jaw clench.
“Do not speak to me like that,” he warned in a dark tone.
Like I gave a fuck. “Do not treat me like a piece of shit!”
Luciano growled and dragged a hand down his face, obviously exasperated.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
“You’re avoiding me!” I accused, folding my arms in anger.
His eyes fell on my propped-up breasts. “I do not believe I owed you an ounce of my attention, Miss Gonzalez,”
“Oh?” I arched a brow, giving him an incredulous look. So I was back to being Miss Gonzalez now? How fucking lovely. “How about my job? I guess it’s okay to rob me of that as well.”
“You work for me.” He said dryly, tugging at the collar of his shirt. His Adam’s apple bobbed deliciously and I couldn’t help licking my lips. “I decided what you do, how you do it, and when you fucking do it! Do not test my patience!”
“Or what?” I murmured, eyes flickering away from his Adam’s apple to his eyes. “What will you do, Luciano?”
Oh damn, I’d gone ahead and done it.
His eyes darkened at the challenge in my voice, a warning in them. Oh, but I was far too gone. I might as well play this game a little further.
“What,” I whispered, stepping closer to poke his hot as-heck chest with two fingers. “What will you do? Bend me over and-”
“Raven!” He growled and before I could blink twice, a hand was wrapped around my neck, pressing lightly on it. If I hadn’t spent two fucking months with him, I’d have thought he wanted to choke me to death. But I knew that dark look in his eyes. I could feel his thumb, caressing my skin subtly despite the tight look on his face. He was restraining himself.
And that made it more fun.
“Yes,” I purred, licking my lips. Holding his gaze, I ran my hands down my shirt, stroking my breasts lightly. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so the nipples tightened quickly, hardening into pebbles that poked through the weak shirt. “What do you think about my shirt, Mr Moretti?”
He cursed in Italian, and pressed a little harder, the war on his face even more evident.
“Mhmm?” I murmured, goading him even further. “Do you want me… to take it off?”
“You make it so fucking hard,” Luciano groaned, tilting my head up. I parted my lips in anticipation of what was coming. What… What do you want, Raven? Fuck…I can’t… I’ll lose my mind at this rate. What is your fucking goal?”
“You.” The word slipped out of my mouth in a breathless whimper. “I want you Luciano,”
With a helpless groan, he swept my mouth with his. His mouth was endlessly demanding, prodding and my body loved it. He pulled away slightly and I whimpered in dismay, reaching out to pull him back by his belt.
“No, please-”
“Relax Cara,” he murmured. Something warm gripped one of my boobs and a gasp spilled from my lips. “I want to see you.”
My eyes lowered to see him tease and caress me. My skin burned from his touch and I ached to peel off the shirt just so I could feel him directly. My nipples tightened even harder, seeking relief.
Oh fuck, it really shouldn’t feel this fucking good. It would be a shame to kill a man that spurred parts of me on with such intensity. Such a fucking shame.
“Ohhhh,” I groaned, burying my face in his arm when his fingers found my nipple and pinched it hard. An intense mix of pleasure and pain slid down to the junction between my thighs.
“You like that Cara?” He whispered hoarsely as he rubbed and I nodded weakly.
My other breast strained, begging to be touched. “The other…” I gasped with pleasure. “Please…Luciano,”
“Ahh, the way you call my name,” he sighed, switching to the other breast to pluck and pull at the nipples. “You could drive me fucking mad, Raven. I should stay away… fuck me, all it’ll take is firing you.”
“But you can’t?” I breathed, moaning from his ministrations.
“Si, Cara. I cannot.” He replied, lowering his lips to my ear and slowly kissing his way down my neck. My hands reached out to his chest, gripping the fabric between my fingers. “You are deeply entrenched… I find that I do not want to get rid of you.”
“Then don’t,” I breathed. Please don’t. I needed to grow on him if I wanted to give Frederick the information he wanted. If I wanted to avenge my father.
“You do not understand Raven,” he whispered, licking at my collarbone until I was a mass of jelly in his arms. “If I gave in to the fire, I would never be able to stop. I will take you, Raven. Hard, fast, and rough until the whole floor knows. I will devour every inch of your silky skin, take in every drop of your sweetness until all you can think about is me. Until I get enough of you and then… I will fire you.” He broke away then, staring at me dead in the face.
“I will treat you like the dirt underneath my boots and will make sure that if you so much as breathe a word of this to the press, you fucking disappear.” Leaning his forehead to mine, he grinned at the look of confusion on my face. ” Will you be okay after all that?”