Athena
There were two things. I was either a shameless whore, or I was out of my fucking senses. Somehow the rough feel of his fingers felt so fucking good. My head drooped in voluntarily, leaning against his shoulders as he played with my nipples.
How had I missed that I had been naked right before his very gaze? Because I had been busy thinking. I had heard snippets of Luciano’s conversation with Marcus before the medicine the female doctor had dumped into my system kicked in. What I had heard wasn’t by far significant, but it confirmed two things for me.
One, There was someone after Luciano and whoever they were, I needed to find them. If they got in the way of my plans, things would be damned deadly for us both. I would not let anything, or anyone stand in the way of my revenge.
Two, Luciano had lied to me about who was responsible.
“Stop thinking so much Cara,” Luciano whispered into my ear, blowing warm intoxicating air over it that sent my body reeling.
His hands became even more ardent, kneading at my breasts, and pulling at the nipples until I felt so sore.
And I fucking loved it.
“Oh, I threw my head back in a loud cry, my hands held onto his chest, feeling the rumbling sounds he made. Through a lidded gaze, I could see the tightness in his face, the way his dark eyes watched me, mesmerized. And that made me feel so fucking powerful.
“You like that Cara? Si, Raven?” He asked, switching hands.
“Yessss,” I moaned, snaking an arm around his neck to bring him possibly closer. “Yes, I do,”
He felt piping hot against me. Hard sinewy muscles wrapped around me tightly as he touched me.
“More,… Please,”
“Ahh, you have no idea how beautiful you look like that Raven,” He said, leaning closer until our lips were just a mere breath away. “Your eyes, ah fanculo, the waters of Italy could never compare.”
Forget the waters of Italy! I needed him. Weaving my hand around his neck, I pulled his head down to mine, closed the few inches between us, and pressed my lips to his.
The world exploded in a rainbow of colors behind my eyes. Luciano taunted, teased, and preyed upon my mouth. For a while we lay there on the bed, endlessly kissing passionately while his no hand wandered my body in a rather hungry manner. After what seemed like forever, Luciano pulled away completely.
No, he didn’t just break the kiss and whispered sweet shenanigans in my ears. He broke it off completely, rose from the bed with a torn emotion in his eyes, and then walked away like a few minutes ago, he hadn’t held my babies in his hands like they held the key to a million fucking dollars.
The brute walked out of the room leaving me hot, bothered, and incredibly flustered. Had I done something wrong? I thought I had reacted in the most natural way possible. What else had the jerk wanted?!
Oh, fuck that Athena, focus on the task at hand.
I wasn’t so severely injured that I couldn’t go home or something. My arm barely hurt as it did before and whatever treatment they had offered, the FBI could offer better.
But being injured had been my entryway into this damned house. Luciano ran his operations at night and was never caught despite full surveillance. My best bet was that there was some secret hideout here if Cole’s reports were true. And I was going to find out.
***
“Say ah please?”
I looked at the old man, my eyes narrowed in concern. He had to be in his mid-sixties or something. Yet he trembled like a leaf, barely holding a tiny flashlight in his hands. He kept throwing furtive glances at the elephant in the room.
Luciano.
I had no idea what had happened to the female doctor who had seen me that morning. All I knew was that it was evening, I had been fed three times by a mousy-looking maid that hadn’t been at the apartment the two times I had been there. She had trembled all through as well. Constantly throwing glances at Luciano.
The brute assumed the same position as he had when the maid brought my meals. He stood beside the door, arms folded, dark eyes watching every tiny movement. Perhaps it was because I was used to his unnerving gaze and they were not.
Or maybe you just enjoy his gaze and they don’t. My mind taunted me.
Hilarious. Sure he was good-looking and wicked with his hands. But he was still my enemy. Nothing would change that. Not a few lusty kisses here and there. I just needed to get him hooked on me. Hooked enough to spill his secrets. Or hooked enough for me to find out. Knowing Luciano, nothing could make him spill his secrets.
“Could you leave?” I asked, after saying ah, so the man could scribble whatever medical jargon he wanted in his book. “You’re making him nervous with all that glowering.”
Luciano’s eyebrows shot up at my words. “No I am not,” He said darkly.
“Yes you are and you know it,” I retorted. “Why do you need to be here anyways?”
“I’m not taking any chances,” He replied with a shrug and I gasped at the meaning.
“You think I would steal from you?!” Why the hell would I do that?
Luciano gave me a bored look and looked away. I had no idea what to make of such an expression. The older man thanked me with a nod and I tipped my head in return lightly. I would not be surprised If Luciano had kidnapped the poor man and forced him to treat me. That seemed to be the only language he understood. Force.
There sure wasn’t any force when he was touching you earlier-
Ah, come on! I groaned, annoyed with my inner thoughts. This was why I had taken up the job in the first place, wasn’t it? To seduce him. That had been the fucking goal from the beginning. Why the hell was I getting judged and whatnot? Like I suddenly sprouted a conscience or something.
“What are you doing to her?!” Luciano thundered, waking me out of my reverie. I looked up to see him march towards me and the shaky doctor who held his hand up, swaying his head from side to side.
“N-nothing! I did nothing to her!” The man yelled.
“Then why did she groan?! Why is that look on her face?! Did you touch her?! I told you not to fucking touch her!” He roared, reaching to grab the doctor by his coat.
“He didn’t touch me!” I yelled jumping to my feet.
Stupid ass move. My weak bones creaked and I would have landed face flat on the floor if Luciano hadn’t caught me just in time.
“Why did you leave the bed?” He bellowed and I slapped his arm around me, ashamed that I was so damned weak.
“Will you stop yelling?” I asked, willing tears in my eyes. “You’re… You’re scaring me.”
The harsh lines on his forehead eased at my words. He glanced at the doctor, then back at me, eyes glaring fiercely before unceremoniously dumping me back on the bed.
“Get out,” he ordered and for a minute I thought it was me. I had begun waddling my way out of the bed when he yelled again. “Stay on the fucking bed, Raven! You!” He pointed to the doctor. “Out!”
The old man bowed and scurried out of the room like his ass was on fire. Luciano watched him leave before grabbing a bruise ointment from the bedside, climbing into bed beside me, and glaring at me.
“Stretch out your arms,” he ordered.
“Say please and maybe I’ll fucking think about it,” I replied, lips parting in a grin.
His eyes followed the split of my lips and muttering something about being a fool, he grabbed my bruised arm and dumped a load of ointment on it, totally ignoring my cries for him to be gentle.
“Quit it,” he ordered after a while.
“Quit what?! You’re hurting me!” I snapped.
Luciano cursed, throwing the ointment aside, and grabbed my face in his hands, rather gently. His eyes bored holes into mine.
“Stop pretending you’re fragile, Raven.” He ordered. “I detest pretenders.”
I cocked my head. “You think I’m pretending?”
“I know you are,” He said dryly. “You are strong. You took on two men, and the only evidence of that are bruises. Fucking bruises. Any other woman would be bloodied and broken like shit.”
Ah, crap. Seems like years of training couldn’t be hidden. I simply looked away coyly.
“I got fortunate I guess,”.
Luciano chuckled, swiping my hair out of my face, and placed a kiss on my injured cheek.
“Not fortunate Bella. Strong. You’re strong.”