Athena
“I brought us something to eat,” He announced, steering me towards the living room.
I allowed him to lead me to the couch, willing to play along with whatever fantasy played in his head. There was no chance of me escaping when he was around anyway. Tomorrow things will end. All of it. All the banter and flirting, hell the whole mission would end.
And you still haven’t found your father’s killer, my mind supplied.
I watched Luciano beneath my lashes. He seemed quite busy, setting up the table for us to eat. How many dinners would we eat at this rate?
“How would you like your popcorn?” He asked, holding up several sachets. “I have no idea what the fuck they mixed it with, but there’s red, green and yellow popcorn. I thought it was fancy.”
I snickered at his words. “You thought popcorn was fancy?! Who and you and what have you done to Mr Moretti?”
He grinned widely at my remark, handing over a strawberry flavored popcorn. “I am not Mr Moretti at the moment.”
I hummed, collecting them and tearing it open. “Who are you then? The mafia lord?”
He shrugged, rising to take a seat beside me. ” I am simply Luciano.”
Right. As if ‘simply’ described someone like him. There was nothing simple about him. Not his looks, his eyes switched between black and brown as if they were in a limbo and couldn’t decide what color they could be. What about reputation? To the people, he was a famous well meaning billionaire who had sponsored hundreds of charity cases in the past eight years and had contributed to the growth of the country.
To FBI agents, he was a wanted man, responsible for breaking so many laws and responsible for the death of at least fifty different persons. For years, they had tried and struggled, busting their asses out to find incriminating evidence on him. Anything that would just reveal or expose him as the leader of the notorious Italian mafia.
To his people, the mafia, he was their trust worthy boss. A man who had taken the reins of power as early as eighteen years old and had held on to it for eight fucking years without letting go. He had brought about reformative changes in the mafia and had organized them even more. He ran the mafia like a legal organization despite close monitoring from the Italian police and the FBI. If I was one of his people, I’d accord him all the respect I could because he fucking deserved it.
And to me?
I watched him toss a few popcorn into his mouth, curl his mouth in distaste and chuckled, shaking my head.
“I never liked this shit,” He grumbled, throwing the popcorn he had opened on the table.
“That’s fucking weird,” I teased. “Who the hell doesn’t like popcorn?”
“Me, that’s who. I can never understand what the world seems to like about it literally melts into nothing when it touches your tongue.” He grumbled, reclining on the sofa and taking me along with him. “The only thing I want melting on my tongue like you, Cara.”
“Ew,” I fake gagged, ignoring the stupid blush that stained my cheeks. “That’s so fucking corny, It could wake the dead,’
“I’d rather it woke up my coc-”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence!” I yelled, making sure there was a stern frown on my face.
His chest rumbled beneath me as he laughed, his arm tightening around my waist from behind. He sounded good when he laughed, I would give him that.
Too bad, from tomorrow onward, he’ll have nothing to laugh about. Fuck, I go again, battling with the darned guilty conscience. Wanting to push the damned guilt out of my mind, I turned in his arms, so I could face him lightly. The laugh lines around his eyes slowly disappeared.
“What’s wrong Raven?” He asked and I shook my head, looking rather glum.
“Nothing,”
His palms cupped my cheeks and he stroked it lightly before speaking. “Then why do you look so sad?”
Ah crap, I must have been wearing my emotions all over my face like a bloody fool. I sniffed, diverting my gaze anywhere else aside from him. “Maybe because you have me trapped in here?”
“Nice try,” He replied, bringing my face down so I could look only at him. “But I don’t think that’s what’s bothering you? You can tell me anything Raven.”
I almost laughed in derision. Tell him everything? How about something like, “I’m a fucking spy and tomorrow you’ll be getting arrested!”. How about that uh? Would he remain as benevolent as he kept portraying himself to be? Would he let me go unscathed? No, I couldn’t tell him anything!
“Is it a man? Is someone bothering you?”
I gave him a weirded out look, “Why do you think It’s a man? How on earth would anyone bother me, if I am locked in here?”
“Fair point,” He grunted. “If anyone bothers you, just let me know.”
“What if that person,” I whispered, lowering my forehead to his. I watched him close his eyes and let out a deep breath. “Is you?”
His eyes flew open and a lazy smile curled his lips, “I don’t have a choice but to handle it now, do I?”
Perhaps he meant it as a rhetorical question because before I could say a word in response, his lips captured mine in a slow, sensual kiss. Whatever fight I had been gearing up for dissipated into thin air and like a moth to flame, I fell for his whimsical charms again.
Our mouths moved in unison, a familiar tango building between us and we embraced each other. This was the only night I had left. With him of course, before the world tipped out of balance tomorrow. I wanted it all, whatever he could give. I wanted to give it all too. What was the use of living the rest of my life in regret, wandering, imagining, trying to understand what if and what could have been?
“Cara,” He whispered as we pulled away for a breather. “If you do not plan to take things further, we must stop here.”
“I don’t want to,” I murmured, rising up slowly so I could straddle him properly.
“Raven,” He groaned, his breath coming out in shudders as I adjusted on his thighs. A jolt traveled through me when his rather prominent member hit right against my core.
“Oh, Fuck. That feels so good,” I moaned, rocking my hips against him.
Memories of him stroking me directly with his hot pulsing member filled my head, spurring me on, moving me to grind harder much to Luciano’s delight and torture.
“Fanculo… Cara, slow down,” He groaned, gripping my hips firmly until he held me in place.
My eyes flew open then, I hadn’t even realized I had closed them. I looked down at him to see him trying to control his breathing, his chest rising and falling. Fuck I loved it. I loved seeing the greatly feared and widely known Luciano struggling not to explode underneath my control.
When his eyes opened, they peered up at me intensely. “There’s only so much teasing that I can take, woman. Quit it.”
I grinned, shaking my head and tried to rise off him. He still thought I was teasing him didn’t he? I suppose I would just have to make things as clear as day.
“Where are you going?” He grumbled, holding me down.
“I’m not escaping, If that is your fear, gimme a minute will ya?!” I said dryly, managing to wrench out of his hold.
He watched me from the sofa, placing a hand beneath his jaw as his eyes scrutinized me. Good. I wanted-needed- his gaze on me. Gripping the edge of my shirt, I yanked it over my head, freeing my breasts. The cold air whipped around my nipples, causing them to harden on impact. Luciano must have noticed this because a low growl emanated from him.
“Mhmm,” I hummed. “Like what you see?”
“Fuck Cara, you know I do,” He grunted, adjusting so that he sat on the sofa, his gaze dark as he watched me intently.
“I love that you do,” I murmured, throwing the shirt behind me and then cupping my babies. His eyes shifted from them to my eyes and holding his gaze, I fondled and stroked them, playing with my nipples as he watched. My core felt slick as his gaze grew darker. As I watched him shift restlessly on the sofa until he rose up and grabbed me by the neck for a rough and knee weakening kiss.
His mouth prodded and plundered, his tongue invading secret crevices of my mouth until I was a mess in his arms. His hands roamed my body, gripping my breasts and then slowly sliding into the shorts I wore.
“Fuck me, Cara. Are you saying what I think you are?” He hissed, pulling away to stare at my face.
“Yes, Please,” I moaned, hands reaching for his shirt and tugging at it urgently. “Please Luciano.”