Page 20 of Killer Love

It hasn’t been twenty minutes since this idea sprouted fully formed in my head. I never once made it this far into the plan. I know what I ask of him, I know what’s expected of me, but I hadn’t prepared for the terror pumping through my veins right now.

Luka hangs his jacket off a nail on the door and steps over to me as I lift myself onto the table. I keep my eyes down, trying not to make it too obvious how terrified I am.

My god, what am I doing?

What do I do?

“Sofia, look at me.”

I force my gaze up and feel a quick jolt of warmth as Luka shows the faintest smile.

“I won’t hurt you,” he says, flashing my memory back in time.

Twelve years ago, he looked at me just like he is now. He has the same gray eyes, soft and caring without a hint of malice in them. His hands, once small and untainted, now tell a different story. The story of a hard and calloused mafia man.

I’m not who you think I am.

I am not a good man, Sofia.

My breath rattles in my lungs. Luka leans in and I feel his body heat in the air around me. It warms me to the core and my body responds in ways I’ve never known it could, throbbing and aching all over while I grip the table beneath me.

Luka lays his hands on my waist and my skin twitches beneath his touch, even through my thick, black dress. He looks at me with sharp, seductive eyes and I can’t help but get lost in them.

As he drifts closer and licks his lips, my heart stops. I turn away from him, my cheeks flushed with blood. “We don’t have to…”

His fingers graze my chin, guiding me back to him. “I want to,” he whispers.

Luka gently pushes in until our lips finally touch. Lightning fires down my spine but I sit here, frozen in the flames, as he kisses me softly. He takes it slowly, never once heaving an impatient breath while I adapt to the new sensation.

Instinct kicks in my gut and I purse my lips against his, drawing a more passionate kiss between us and I ache for him to teach me more. He lays his hand on mine and I release the grip I have on the table beneath us. I let him move me and he places my hand on his chest, giving me permission to touch him. I hesitate, my attention torn between the feel of his tongue in my mouth and my twitching fingers, and I rest my hand on the taut fabric of his shirt. Muscles poke through from his abs and arms and my core throbs with anticipation.

Luka’s hands constantly move, triggering blooms of pleasure wherever he touches me. They slide downward from my face to my neck and my breasts, all the way down to the thick, black skirt between us.

I quiver, red-faced and exposed, as I lie down onto the table. Luka shifts between my legs and I squeeze my eyes shut as he pushes my dress up further and air touches my thighs. His hands linger just above my knees. I swallow hard, my cheeks burning as I wonder how much of me he can see in the dim room.

“Sofia.”

“Just do it,” I say, my voice far weaker than I want it to sound like.

He fingers dig in slightly, releasing just as quickly. “Sit up, please,” he says.

I don’t move. I can’t. I grow even tenser instead, waiting for it to be over with.

“Sofia…” He lays a hand on mine. “Please.”

I open my eyes and his haunting, silver eyes find mine in the dark. A wave of calmness washes over me and my fingers loosen enough to wrap around his.

Luka pulls me up to sit and rests his hands on my open thighs again. Our lips graze, his warm breath rushing past my cheek. “Sofia, have you ever touched yourself?” he asks. “Made yourself feel good?”

I hesitate. Answering with the truth would bring me great punishment if it were to fall on Zappia ears, but I have no urge to lie to Luka Lutrova. I nod and he kisses me again, softly flicking his tongue against mine.

His warm touch crawls an inch along my shivering knees. “Will you do it for me now?”

My breath catches. “Why?”

He smirks. “It’ll make things… more comfortable for you.”

“I…” I pause, my tongue growing heavy. “I don’t know if I can…”

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