Luciano
“Raven,” I growled unable to hold back. I was no saint. I had spent the entire day, trying to control myself. Making sure I didn’t overstep my boundaries. Making sure she was calm. Perhaps I was being unreasonable.
Raven Gonzalez was a potential danger to the mafia. She had discovered the hideout, she knew who I was, if Luca or Giorgia were here, they would do everything they could to get rid of her, and of that I was certain.
But I couldn’t.
Not like I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. Fuck, it was Raven. The very woman who drove me as mad as a hatter and as wild as a fucking buck. I wanted her with every single fiber of my being. I couldn’t let her go. Not yet.
I doubted I could ever let her go anyway. She had grown on me. I hated to admit it. But it was the plain truth. She had grown on me, slowly but surely. Her laughs, her teases, her mood swings. I had come to adore the woman who was Raven Gonzalez and I didn’t think I could let her go.
Not now not ever.
Perhaps later I would find a solution to it all. I would find a way to keep her alive and protect her from the judgment of the mafia. But for now? I just wanted her to stay with me. She would not and could not leave. I would not allow it.
Her body grew pliant under my touch, her lips eagerly meeting mine. She tasted something sweet and tangy, just like she was. As a man parched, I slipped my tongue between the seams of her lips eagerly stroking against hers. Good lord I needed her. I needed her so badly.
And she thought she would leave me. Fucking impossible. My arms weaved around her waist bringing her closer to me. Our tongues clashed and battled, her silky tongue sending shudders down my spine and making my head dizzy with desire. I had never met a woman who stoked strong fires of desire in my veins.
And I doubted I would ever meet one like her.
I broke the kiss, pulling away, and watched her soft pink lips part desirously. A moan spilled from her lips and my pants tightened in need. My eyes slipped downward, watching her hands wring the shirt she wore.
“Do you want to take it off?” My voice came out thick and husky and she purred.
“Fuck, yes please Luciano,”
Ah, she wanted me. The minx must have given up trying to fight me. The past few days had been hellish for me, I badly wanted the solace she could give. The solace she offered.
“Please what?” I demanded, stroking the underside of her breasts through the shirt. She was giving in. It was only a matter of time before I broke the barrier that lay between us. The barrier that existed in her mind.
Sweet, bold Raven.
I could still recall the look on her face when I told her I wanted to spend more time with her insisted. She had bolted. She had fucking hightailed out of my sight as if I had just confessed my undying feelings for her.
Fuck if she did that when I told her I enjoyed her accompany, what would she do when I told her I loved her?
Do you? My mind asked and I shoved the question aside.
Love wasn’t for the likes of me. I had blood on my hands, blood that stained every inch of my fingers and threatened to sink me deep in them. I couldn’t love anyone else. Not even Raven.
And if I did care about her, I had to let her go.
My world was bloody. If she was affiliated with me, they could attack her instead. They could try to get rid of her and things would end rather badly.
To save her, I would have to give her up. To give her up I would have to die.
“Please,” she pleaded, parting her lips when I grabbed her breasts through the shirt. “Fuck yes, Luciano. Take it off,”
“You want me to see them?” I demanded.
I wanted to hear her say it to me. Hear her tell me what she wanted. She had held back from me for far too long. She deserved that punishment. “I need to hear you say what you want Cara. Or I’m afraid I will not be able to give it to you.”
“That’s not fair,” she whined, green eyes flashing as she glared at me. “You know what I want,”
I shook my head, caressing the soft mounds through the shirt. My fingers sought and found her nipples and I thumbed them lightly, relishing the rapturous look on her face.
“I’m afraid I don’t know it. You will have to tell me what you want, baby. Just let me know and I’d do exactly that.” I urged, making sure to never keep my hands off her.
My pants were as tight as hell. I was on the edge of a fucking cliff, eager to take her and set her off with me. But it was time to teach her a lesson. Now that she wanted me so badly, she would learn that I meant my words. Raven would have to beg me to touch her. I had pride too.
She moaned, tossing her head writhing under my wandering fingers. Her legs parted and she hiked them up, spreading her thighs apart despite the boy shorts she wore. My eyes fell on the patch of moisture between her legs, the darker shade on the blue boy shorts she wore and I stifled a groan at the sight.
“Ah fuck,” I mumbled, pressing my lips against her earlobe. “Cara, you do not fight fair!”
“Neither do you!” She cried when. I plucked at her nipples again, rubbing them harshly.
“Si,” I breathed raggedly. “We’re both dirty fighters then? Fuck, spread your legs wider,”
“Touch me, please Luciano. I ache.” She pleaded, hooded eyes staring up at me. Her hands covered mine which were kneading her breasts and she slowly dragged one down between her thighs. “Please. Fuck. Give me another punishment. Not this. Not this, please.”
“How bad do you want it?” I murmured, pressing two fingers against her core.
She yelled and trembled, her thighs shaking visibly as I stroked her through the boy shorts.
“Oh fuck! Fuck!” She screamed, holding onto my arms as pleasure wracked her entire body.
I pulled my hands away then, disentangled my body from hers, and rose. The look of disbelief on her face was fucking priceless. A chuckle bubbled Deep in my throat at the sight.
“What?” I demanded, staring down at her. Her green eyes flickered in confusion and slowly a pout formed on her lips.
“You tease!” She screeched, lowering her legs and glaring up at me.
“Now you know how it fucking feels,” I taunted. “I wanted you so bad and you kept flagging that ass before me and forbidding me from touching it. How did you think I felt?”
Her eyes narrowed into slits and she sniffed haughtily before looking away.
“Aww, is Mia Cara sad?” I mocked, placing a hand underneath her chin so I could tilt her head up. Fuck I loved her eyes. I loved it when they flashed with anger, making her look like a vixen ready for war. A vixen ready to set my head on fire. I chuckled, shaking my head at the view. I loved teasing her like this. It would seem the next few days would be quite fun.
She shrugged off my hold on her and looked away. I thought of what to say to cheer her up but before a word could come out of my mouth, Raven glanced back at me.
Only this time, her eyes were fixed on the bulge in the pants instead. Since she was still sitting, my hard-on was directly in her line of sight. A sly smile slid over her lips and like a man entranced, I watched her tongue dart out to wet her bottom lips.
“Cara,” I mumbled when her hands reached for my pants. “What are you doing?”
Raven grinned widely and undid the zipper to my pants. “Taking revenge.”
Ah, Fanculo. I was doomed. And I had to be damned for being okay with it.