Athena
“I’m busy Raven,” Luciano grunted.
My legs had barely stepped foot into his office and I furrowed my brows at him.
“You don’t even know why I’m coming!” I spat, storming over to him.
“I know. I’m busy,” he replied.
“Well, how about you say that while looking straight at me? I don’t think you’re making a point when your head’s all buried in that stupid document.”
Luciano gave a long sigh and dropped the document he was holding. His eyes narrowed in a glare that was supposed to look terrifying but I was too pissed for that shit.
It had been four days since the whole construction incident and well Luciano had been weird afterward. The dude kept disappearing every single time I made a move to talk to him.
And here I thought I had made progress.
He was bringing all my efforts back to fucking square one. What the hell? Did he just sprout a conscience? I didn’t need him to. What I needed was for him to play completely into my hands! And I thought I was close to having that!
Maybe that was why he withdrew?
I paused at the thought, watching him look anywhere but at me. Did the mighty Luciano feel like he was getting too cozy for a mafia lord and decided to withdraw? Decided to flee before he caught feelings? If it was that, then I was absolutely fine with that. It meant I had indeed made progress in winning him over.
But what if he was tired of me truly?
“Go back to your office Athena,” he ordered, keeping his eyes fixed on my shoes.
“Not until you look at me,” I grumbled, folding my arms petulantly. “You won’t tell me what is wrong! You won’t tell me anything. I won’t let you push me away!”
That seemed to infuriate him. Good! At least he would look at me now.
“I’m sure there are tons of things you need to do, aren’t there Miss Gonzalez?!” He spat in his cold “I-am-the-fucking-boss” voice.
“Yes, Mr. Moretti,” I replied, moving closer to his desk and placing my hands on them. “But the very first thing, involves you looking at me.”
He did then. More out of frustration than desire and I watched the way his eyes narrowed as he took in my look. I may have gone a little, just a tad over the top with my outfit that day.
Since Luciano had left the house earlier than I did- he’d left while I slept, that was how badly he wanted to escape me. I’d decided I was going to revert to my original methods to win him over again.
I didn’t think he was over me.
I didn’t want to think he was over me.
If he was, he would have kicked me out of his home, wouldn’t he? Or fired me. He hadn’t done that yet. Which meant he wanted me around, but not too close.
And I wanted to be too close!
There was only one way left to get what I wanted. Direct admission from Luciano. That shit happened right? He would be heading over hills, drunk in his affection, and would spill the deets. Maybe it was a bit far-fetched, but with the way he was trying to create distance between us, I’d say it didn’t seem so far-fetched anymore.
I leaned forward, aware that my breasts were close to spilling from the white translucent shirt I wore. It had a very low neckline and molded against my body quite nicely. My skirt was black and ended just beneath my backside.
Yeah, I was that desperate. I wanted this mission to be over as soon as possible. I was so fucking tired of the back and forth, of the push and pull. Before Luciano decided that he truly was done with me, I needed to get whatever information I could.
Luciano’s eyes gleamed with a ferocity I knew he possessed. I leaned closer, patches of my areola peeking through the neckline of the shirt, I heard him inhale and smiled.
“I’m guessing that means you like it?” I teased and watched his eyes snap shut.
The man before me rose abruptly, gave me a withering glare, then high-tailed his ass out of his office much to my shock. I watched the door close behind him and slapped a palm over my forehead. He was bent on avoiding me.
***
My hands found the shower valve and turned off the shower. Grabbing a towel, I stepped out only to find a certain brown-eyed man hulking over my bed. He was dressed in a loose shirt and black pants. He must have just arrived. I hadn’t seen him all day at the office and had come home all by myself.
Frowning, I folded my arms. “What do you want?”
His eyes darkened at my action and as if he was a man in a trance, he walked towards me slowly and stopped when he was a mere breath away. His musky scent filled my nose informing me that he must have gone to the gym or somewhere he’d sweat a lot.
An image of him, shirtless, that hot as sin body gleaming with sweat, as he flexed his muscles. My tongue darted to wet my lips at the memory. Damn, that would be a not-so-bad view. His breath caressed my face, as we stood there for a while, just staring at each other.
“I’ll ask again, Luciano,” I whispered, licking my lips. My fingers reached out gingerly to touch his exposed bronzed chest. “What do you want?”
His eyes turned to my favorite shade, the molten brown. “Raven,” he whispered.
“Yeah?” I replied, sliding my arm slowly across his neck and pressing myself against his entire delicious length. A satisfied sigh slipped from my lips at the feel of him against me.
“Sarai la Mia Morte,” he whispered and while I contemplated what that meant, his lips slipped over mine.
It wasn’t like the ardent kisses we shared constantly over time. It was slow, soft, and like a dream. My breath caught as he teased the seam of my lips with his tongue. Gently.
It was… new. All of it. Luciano never did slow and gentle. Luciano always took, demanded, and pressed for more. This was a whole new experience and it unnerved the shit out of me.
His hands weaved between us, pulling at the towel. It fell to the ground and I heard him growl when his breasts pressed against his chest.
He pulled away then and a part of me panicked. Was he leaving again? My hands gripped his shirt and the bastard had the nerve to chuckle.
“I want to see you Raven,” he mumbled, stepping back further.
A lack of his body heat reminded me that I was butt-naked before him and I suddenly had the urge to cower and hide. I watched the expression on his face warily, watched his eyes darken as they ran over every inch of my skin. My nipples pebbled and peaked when his eyes fell on them, begging, clamoring, demanding his attention.
With an intense look on his face, he moved to the edge of my bed, took off his shirt, and sat on it.
“Come here,” he ordered.
I shuddered at his command and glanced at his pants. “You won’t take that off?”
He grinned. “Do you think you can handle me without it?”
I frowned in confusion and he laughed.
“Ah, sweet Raven. You’re as bare as a baby. If I took off my pants, you would lose that innocence. My eyes widened in realization then and I glared at him. His hands shot up in the air. “I did warn you. Now come here. It’s been far too long.”
“And whose fault is that?” I grumbled, walking towards him.
“Mine,” he mumbled, urging me to sit in his lap. A hand weaved around my back, supporting me, while the other caressed my face briefly before sliding down the nape of my neck and cupping a breast.
A cry of surprise escaped me when his thumb found the nipple and he pinched it.
“Fuck” he whispered, burying his face in my neck. “I love those sounds you make. The way your lips part, the way you move underneath my touch. No woman reacts that way, Raven.”
I tried to form a coherent thought, tried to defend myself but anything I came up with, flew out the window when his hand left my nipple, traveled down my stomach, and then buried itself deep between my thighs.
I fucking exploded. Luciano was relentless. He stroked, prodded, and pressed until I was a shuddering mess on his lap, legs parted and my hands hanging on to his neck as I climaxed.
I had barely come down from my high when he lifted me in his arms and rose.
“Where are you going?” I asked breathlessly.
His eyes gleamed as he stared down at me. “My bed. There are so many ways I’d like to defile you. I suppose we won’t be seen out there in a while.” And despite the sinister way he said it, I found that I liked it. Very much.