Athena
“Luciano?” I called, a frown etched on my face.
I was pressed. If I didn’t make it to the bathroom in the next five minutes, my bladder was going to fucking explode. One might think, just go anyway. And oh I would have, I definitely would have hauled my ass out of bed and relieved myself, except for one teeny, tiny problem.
There was a hundred seventy-poundound man on my chest. And he was very heavy. I tapped Luciano again, shaking at his shoulders. We were in my room and last I recalled, I had gone to sleep alone the night before.
After the whole episode with Giorgia, he had been in a foul mood all through the rest of the day. That meant I got yelled out and he pushed me aside as if I was some piece of discarded rag. That made me mad as hell. Why the hell was he taking his anger out on me? I wasn’t the one who made Giorgia betray him or some shit like that.
Later that night he had approached me and well, I was fucking pissed to cuddle and shit with him. If he would treat me anyhow he wanted, then I hell as hell could. I glared at his head which lay cushioned on my barely covered breasts.
He had his arms wrapped around my waist creating no room for escape with the rest of his naked torso bearing down on my lower body. He must have come in sometime during the night while I slept. How had I not noticed?! Good gravy, I was getting too fucking comfortable around him.
And that was dangerous as hell.
The pressure on my bladder increased and I groaned. ” Luciano, let go,”
“No,” He replied, his voice thick as if he was just waking up. He shifted, adjusting so one arm was wrapped around my waist, and the other found my breast. Was he kidding me? I wiggled in his hold, fighting to break free, “Stay still Cara,”
“I need to use the damned restroom!” I gritted my teeth, pushing at his shoulders.
The bastard popped open an eye, looked up at me, and sighed. “You have to come back here when you’re done, got it?”
I stuck my tongue at him and he chuckled. Rolling off, dark eyes peered at me as I climbed out of the bed to ease myself. The minute I closed the bathroom door behind me, I heaved a sigh of relief. Sometimes I forgot just how strong Luciano’s presence was. Other times, I was acutely aware of it. Like right now.
“Fuck,” I whispered as I eased myself. “He shouldn’t be in my room.”
The more time he spends here, the higher his chances of discovering my investigation files and connecting the dots. I ran a hand through my hair, wanting to calm my shaky nerves.
I had to find a way to make him stop coming in here. He didn’t suspect me yet, and while that was good, what would be more impressive would be him not finding out about me at all.
Washing my hands and face, I walked back into the room to see him exactly where I had left him. His eyes grew even more intense by the second. Oh, I knew what he wanted. Perhaps it was time to play coy.
“Come here Cara,” Luciano growled impatiently when I walked towards my closet instead.
“It’s almost seven,” I shrugged. “I’ll be late for work-” The rustling of sheets cut me off, and when I glanced behind me, the infuriating man was taking quick long strides toward me. In a flash, he had me over his shoulders.
“Luciano!” I squealed and moaned when he delivered a slap over my barely-covered backside.
The jerk chuckled at this, obviously having fun at my expense and I considered dunking his head into the floor. However, he dropped me on my knees on the bed, pushed up the flimsy nightdress, and had his hands playing my kitty like a guitar.
There were no coherent thoughts after that. I was a mewling mess, eagerly seeking his fingers and pressing against him like a shameless whore. And boy, he knew what made me fucking tick. His hands roamed and plucked and stroked and touched all intimate areas of my body, driving me crazy with anger and desire at the same damn time.
“Cara,” He panted, slipping a finger into my wet core. “This never gets fucking OLD,”
“Yes,’ Was all I could come up with as my body tightened and coiled up in pleasure.
“But I’ll want more,” Luciano whispered, delivering another spank on my ass. “I always want more,”
“More?” I squeaked, knowing where this was heading.
While we had fooled around several times, we had never gone all the way. I could not allow it. It felt too far. A little too far. He was a wanted criminal by the federal bureau. I didn’t want to forget that.
Hell, every day, I tell myself, him touching me was all part of the plan. It was a way to seduce him. But fuck I could not ignore the voice in my head that called me a fucking pathetic liar every single time.
“Si,” Luciano whispered huskily and as if to emphasize his point, he pressed his clothed member against my aching core.
He must have noticed that I tensed up because he chuckled darkly and withdrew from me, replacing his hands and rubbing so slowly, I thought I would lose my mind at the intense buildup of pleasure. “You’re not willing, yes?”
“Oh,” I gasped when his free hand slapped my ass, and felt my core clench even further. Fuck, that felt good. So good.
“Answer me, Raven,” He ordered. Two fingers found my clit and I tensed again. Oh, dear. “Are you willing?”
My hips bucked instinctively, urging him to continue. I needed him. I needed the release he had to offer. The asshat chuckled and leaned forward so he could speak into my ears. “I need an answer from you, Mia Cara. I’ll give you the pleasure you seek, only if I get an answer.”
“And,” I panted, “If the answer is no?”
There was silence for a few minutes until I felt his hands press down on my clit and the world around me went bright as hell.
“An answer is an answer,” I heard him reply, his hands stroking ardently as I climaxed and went limp.
My eyes opened drowsily to see him grin at me and walk towards the bathroom. “Resist all you want, Raven Gonzalez. I’ll have you in the end.” He promised.
And I wanted that very much. So very much.
***
After all the fooling around and teasing, we finally managed to drag our asses out of the room. I could not help but marvel over how things had changed between us. I and Luciano. Hell even now as we rode in his car to visit his construction project, his hands were drawing circles over my thigh.
He had picked a gown with a rather indecent slit and demanded I wear it like the bullhead idiot he was. Now his hands took advantage of the slit, teasing me. He had to know it took me a lot of fucking control not to sigh or make a sound so his driver wouldn’t hear me.
I glanced at him to see a tiny smile playing on his lips. It was moments like this that made me feel divided. It was hard to match the cold-hearted man I had met a few months ago with the constantly doting man who for some reason couldn’t keep his hands off me.
What if, just hypothetically, he wasn’t really responsible for the deaths of those people? Just the week before, more deaths caused by the Moretti mafia were recorded. What if he hadn’t killed them? That there truly was someone behind the scenes trying to wreck the mafia?
“Have you been listening to the news?” I asked, breaking the silence between us. He gave me a look that told me he didn’t quite understand my question.
“Is there a reason why I should?”
Biting my lip, I thought over my words carefully. Anything I said now could either get me the results I wanted or throw me to the wolves. “There has been a rise in murders all over the city,”
Luciano remained silent, a brow raised, signaling for me to continue. I sighed and shook my head.
“Never mind, you don’t listen to it anyways,” I mumbled.
“Are you trying to make small talk, Raven?” He asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.
I shrugged, glancing out the window. His hand gripped my thighs fiercely and I whipped my head back to give him a glare.
“Don’t ignore me,” He ordered. “I hate it when you do.”
I rolled my eyes. “Why? Childhood trauma or some shit like that?”
His face shuttered at my words and I could feel him withdraw from me. Wonderful! I just had to say something dumb, didn’t I?