Athena
“You!” I screamed, losing my mind for a second. The words flew out of my mouth in a loud shrill that rang and bounced off the walls of the living room, reverberating back to my ears and making my eyes wide in realization. “Shit!”
What the hell had I just said? That I wanted him? Ah fuck! It had slipped! I hadn’t been thinking, I’d just wanted to yell something back at him, there was no way I meant it at all.
Yeah right, my mind taunted me.
Luciano’s eyes receded from the glare it had been a few seconds ago. Dark coffee eyes slowly took another turn and instead of a harsh angry breathing, he breathed slowly, as if coming down from a long long slope.
For a minute we stood there, staring at each other, panting heavily like we’d both been in a wrestling match. The cords in his neck relaxed and he sighed, taking steps towards me.
“Stay back!” I snapped, stepping away from him.
“Fuck Raven!” He whispered, cradling my neck in his hands. He tilted my head up, cupping it, and leaned closer, touching his nose with mine. ” I want you too,”
My body thrilled with excitement at his deep rasp. It was normal, I told myself as he took my mouth with his. It was normal to feel the explosive force in my belly, to have tingles that ran up and down my skin, shaking every nerve and every muscle until I became a trembling mess in his arms.
It was normal.
I touched him gingerly, afraid that if I pressed too hard, I would lose the tiny bit of control I held on to and jump on him like a horny dog. My fingers traced his chest through the light cotton fabric, reveling at the way they pulsed and flexed under my fingers.
His tongue thrust wildly against mine, driving me crazy. I moaned at the feel, at the coarse roughness of his tongue and his taste. Fuck me, his taste. I could kiss him all day. Meeting his thrusts eagerly, our tongues tangoed and danced together and he pulled away with a groan.
“Ah Fanculo, Cara. Take it off.” He muttered huskily.
“Take what off?” I hummed, dazed and lost on the high that being around him always provided. My tongue darted to wet my lips, trying to hold on to as much of his taste as I could.
“Your top,” he mumbled, pulling at the flimsy fabric. “I swear your nipples keep teasing the fuck out of me ever since I came home.”
I giggled, enjoying the childish way he said it. Aw fuck, he shouldn’t be this adorable. He was supposed to be a monster. With horns and googly eyes and shit like that. Not those sexy eyes and drawl that made my panties wetter than the damned Atlantic ocean!
“Take it off, yourself,” I purred, sliding my hands underneath my breasts to prop them up through the shirt. His eyes darkened and I felt myself get wetter. Those eyes promised something to come. Something hot and boiling. Something I desperately wanted but could not have.
Luciano Moretti was the enemy. The only reason I stood before him was because I had a mission to fulfill. Once the mission was over…. There would be no Luciano. The thought made me feel slightly sad. Not because he was a good person or some silly shit like that, I knew he wasn’t.
But because no man had ever had my panties sopping before. No one. And why I wasn’t exactly a whore, I wasn’t a virgin either. And after spending days resisting the urge to finally let him smash the hell out of me, I knew how close I was to begging him to go down on me right there, right then.
An image flashed through my head, him poised above me, pounding mercilessly, calling my name.
Ah yes, I would like that very much. Except your name isn’t Raven- my mind countered, dampening my spirit.
Luciano growled at my hesitance and gripped the top tighter. The material pulled tautly against my nipples, revealing every curve and swell hidden underneath.
I moaned and he pulled tighter, driving me even crazier.
“Luciano,” I cried, struggling to get out of his grip.
“You like that, Cara,” he stated- not asked- but stated. Like he could see how much I enjoyed it. He could see that I was struggling to get away because I was so close to baring myself for him. “Tell me,” he urged, slapping at the poking nipples from the shirt. “Tell me what you like l, Raven. Tell me you like this.”
“I… I like it,” I panted. “I really do, Luciano… please,”
Growling and the food forgotten, he wrapped a hand around my wrist and dragged me to the couch. Tossing me on it rather unceremoniously, his deft fingers ripped the top apart.
And fuck me.
That was hot. That had to be the hottest shit I had seen in the past twenty damned lives of my life. I watched in shock as he placed himself above me and leaned to take a nipple in his mouth.
Every other coherent thought dissolved like sugar in water and disappeared from my head. His tongue, thick and rough, licked at the nipple in slow languid strokes, as if he were making out with it.
“Oh fucckkk, that feels good,” I murmured, arching my back and shoving my nipples further into his mouth.
“Mhmm,” he hummed. His hands wandered down my stomach, hot and burning against my skin before slipping into my shorts. I tossed my head back at the intrusion, jutting my breaths out, and grabbed Luciano’s hair, needing something to hold on to desperately.
“Ah Cara, you’re wet.” He said with a growl as his fingers moved roughly against my panties working against the sensitive flesh. “Yes, just like that. I like seeing that Raven, that look on your face,”
“What look?” I forced between each breath, peering through heavy-lidded eyes to look at him.
“That fuck me look,” he replied. “Your lips parted like a vixen as you made those sounds… Damazione, I want to know how many more sounds that tart mouth of yours can make.”
“That sounds… very promising. You sure you can… handle it…. oh fuck, don’t stop doing that!” I cried, my body shuddering when he found my spot. Every pleasure, every pain, every sound, every stroke became heightened for a minute before I exploded into flames.
Oh fuck fuck fuck!
This was the second time this had happened. And yet it seemed so damn phenomenal. Would I ever get used to his playful fingers? To his enticing hands? To that hot silken tongue that would be the death of me if I didn’t take care?
I panted heavily watching him lick and fondle my breasts. Soft sighs escaped him as if he was trying to hold in something. When I looked down, my eyes fell on the visible tent in his pants. He needed release as well and he seemed like he would demand it this time, considering the way he nudged it constantly against my leg, with a pained expression on his face.
“Want me to help you with that?” I purred, reaching my hands to stroke his member lightly through the loose pants.
“Fuck yes,” he grunted. “You did this so you take care of it.”
“Mhmm,” I smiled purring lightly, “I guess since it’s my fault, I really should clean up my own mess.”
“You should,” he said hoarsely, eyes shining in desire. He pulled the pants down and his very hard and proud member was freed, bobbing in the air.
“Oh wow,” I mumbled, feeling my face redden like a damned virgin. I was shocked. Heck who wouldn’t be? I had seen him bare just once. Seeing him so close up… fuck I wanted this. My fingers brushed against him lightly and I marveled at the way his eyes shuttered and a sound left his lips. Wrapping my hands around him, I stroked him, watching the look on his face at each tug, each caress.
“Dios Mio, Cara…” he groaned. A large hand wrapped around mine and guided my hands, he picked up the pace. “Just like that… just like that Raven… Ah, La Mia Morte… non ne ho mai abbastanza di te…. Fuck!”
He groaned his release, holding my hands around him as he throbbed and pulsed hard. I moaned at how hot he felt and felt myself craving for another time with him.
There were no two ways to it, I was either possessed or had gone completely mad. When Frederick had assigned me to ‘seduce’ the mafia lord, he hadn’t considered the possibility that I could be snared in myself.
I hadn’t considered that possibility either.
Yet seeing Luciano collapse beside me on the couch, wrapping his hands around me and breathing heavily, I knew I was in danger.