Page 17 of Ruthless Passion

"Felt good, didn't it?" he asks, taunting me. "What else do you want to do, my little siren?"

"Do all of Cadence's assault and murder scenes fade to black?"

"No. Anything explicit on screen is with the male lead. It's not porn, but there will be assaults. Cadence enjoys sex with the victim, the male lead, and is fascinated when he can't completely submit to her under her death song. He's not able to move his body, but he rejects it, rejects her, every time until she finally kills him."

I hesitate, my mind scared to ask what I want, but having slapped the hell out of Luca, I don't think now's the time to hold back. I can see the redness spreading across his face from under his beard's shadow.

"Would you let me, um, start and you say no?"

"How far do you want to take this, Jo?"

"I don't know."

"Okay. Tell me what to do as if you're my deadly little siren."

I nod, taking a deep breath to find my rage, my power. My eyes stay on Luca for a while, watching his jaw clench and body tense with anticipation. A list of devious things I can do to him while he's actually unable to react, scroll through my mind. I push myself to move closer to him. To be angry, but to enjoy having him under my spell.

The softness of his hair between my fingers has my hand lingering among the strands. When he moans with satisfaction, I pull his hair, tearing a grunt out of him and push him back to lie on the floor.

Luca lies there, hands under his back, and his erection pitching a tent in his boxers. Saliva pools in my mouth as I lean down to kiss him, but he doesn't kiss me back. Instead, he turns his head to the side.

"Don't," is the only word he says, but it's not starlight. He didn't say the word, our word.

"I'll do whatever I want and you'll like it." I find the words coming out as my hand reaches for his erection. I ease my fingers under his waistband, wrapping my hand around his hard cock, and stroking it slowly.

He closes his eyes, breathing hard, and moaning.

"Kiss me back," I tell him.

My mouth covers his and this time, Luca's into the kiss. It's as passionate as the kiss on the courthouse steps in front of Duke, possessive even as he fights to keep his hands under him. He angles his head, lifting it off the floor to control the power of the kiss while I stroke his manhood.

The firm wetness of his tongue circling mine makes me want to give up control, but this is not what this is about. This is about me having power over him, over someone I normally wouldn't.

I stop the kiss abruptly and pull my hand off him long enough to slide his boxers down to his feet. I chuck them somewhere behind me, taking a second to peer at Luca whose face appears stoic.

My mind etches his body into my memory. I don't know the next time I'll have the chance to see him like this, to have Luca at my mercy. Every muscle rippling from his broad chest to his abs and down to his thick thighs turns me on. I want to touch him everywhere.

I go right for what I want. Licking my lips, I move my mouth over the tip of his cock and slowly swirl my tongue around the smooth head. We both moan at the same time. His enjoyment is guaranteed but I don't want to hear that right now.

"You'd better not come until I say so," I order him.

"You don't have to do this," he says, "please, don't do this."

The request and knowing I can ignore it touches something in the depths of my being. It's a weird space of liking it and fearing that I like it. I watch his chest rise and fall as Luca patiently waits for me to do whatever I want.

I let my mouth return to his cock. Sounds of me slurping and sucking every inch drown out my hesitation. His hands move from behind his back. I pick up my pace, but he presses his palms firmly against the floor. My head bobs up and down.

"Don't, don't make me come like this," he begs. I'm not sure if he's in the scene or if he wants to finish inside of me. I take it in stride that he's not said starlight, so I continue sucking him off, making Luca strain to keep his body from taking over.

I hum and moan a song that's likely to mean something else the next time I hear it. Something in the Way by Nirvana hums from my throat while I move my mouth up and down along Luca's deliciously thick shaft. My tongue runs along a vein as I let my mind lose itself until my pussy screams that it's her turn.

A loud slurp signals the switch from sucking Luca off to straddling his thighs hovering above him. I slide my thong to the side. My pussy's wet and waiting, but I stop.

"Condoms?" I ask.

"Top drawer, nightstand," Luca pants with a sigh. He's breathing in a way to calm himself down, deliberate and slow as I walk to the bedside table. The smooth gold foil wrapper with bold black lettering is in my hand in an instant.

The condom stretches over his hardness.

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