Page 151 of Tell Me Lies

“I’m starting to think you’re hard of hearing. Take off your clothes,” he repeated slowly.

“But I’ll be naked.”

“Precisely.”

Chapter Twelve

“And I thought we were going to eat?” Gigi said, trying to find an excuse to ward off the inevitable. She would be a fool to continue denying that she wanted to have sex with Ludovico, but her brain couldn’t seem to let go of the fact he was not a good person, even if her body couldn’t care less.

Her stomach rumbled loudly.

Ludovico laughed, the loud deep chuckle making her own lips quirk.

“All right, then, Ragazza. Let’s reach a compromise. I will make dinner if you take off your clothes as I’ve asked.”

“You’ll make dinner?”

“Yes. Believe it or not, I know how to cook. My mother made sure I learned.”

He moved into the room adjacent to the living area. Gigi followed. It was a state-of-the-art kitchen, equipped with top-of-the-line appliances and sleek cabinetry.

“You want me to be naked while you cook.” She sucked in her cheeks. “Why?”

“Because I enjoy seeing you in such a state, because I like bossing you around, or simply because I feel like it. You ask too many questions, Ragazza, for someone whose life is under threat.”

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled.

“Don’t be,” Ludovico said. He paused and turned his back to her as if he regretted speaking. “It entertains me.” He began to open drawers and cabinets, pulling out utensils. “When I turn around, you better be naked and sitting on that barstool,” he said.

Gigi swallowed. Could she do it? Could she undress and casually sit on a stool as if nothing were happening between her and this man? This murderer? She slipped off her suit jacket. Did she have an alternative? Ludovico didn’t glance at her, but his presence was commanding as he took over the kitchen, getting ingredients and pots ready. She undid the buttons on her shirt. He’d already seen her naked. He’d touched her. Fondled her. Brought her to orgasm. She placed the shirt to one side. Teeth chattering, she made to remove her skirt. The only thing she would lose if she didn’t comply was her life. It was too much to haggle with. The garment crumpled on the floor at her feet. She kicked it aside. Without glancing at Ludovico, she headed for the stool and sat down.

He didn’t turn around but continued fiddling around the kitchen. Gigi squirmed in the seat. Was he ignoring her?

“Ludovico? Mario?” she whispered.

He spun around so fast, it startled her. He was on her in two steps, his hands clasping her knees and parting them. Placing her legs around his waist, he gripped her chin and tilted her head back.

“Say it again,” he asked, voice husky with need. “Say my name again.”

“Ludovico.” His lips brushed against her mouth. “Mario,” she moaned.

He groaned, smashing their mouths together, his tongue delving deep into her recess, tangling and commanding. Gigi quivered and sighed, melting into his demands. Ludovico’s digits searched among her folds, slipping and sliding, adding to her passion with every caress.

Gigi frantically reached for him, pulling his shirt out and sliding her palms onto his muscled flesh. Ludovico hissed. Taking a step back, he ripped at his shirt, sending his buttons tumbling across the kitchen like raindrops. She trembled at the sight of his naked torso. He was littered with tattoos, from the blood-red rose on his neck, down to skulls, poker cards, and scars, big and small, which were still visible under the ink. Gigi reached out to him, touching the most prominent one, which went from underneath his left breast down to his last rib.

“What happened to you?” she murmured.

Ludovico grasped her wrist.

“The past,” he replied. He pushed her hand down to his waist. His erection was straining against his zipper. Fumbling, she released it from its constraints. Palming it, she stroked the iron member, spreading the pre-cum at the slit.

“I’ve had enough games, Ragazza.”

Wrapping her hair around his hand, he pulled her in for a kiss. The thick mushroom head tapped her entrance. She spread her legs, urging him on. Sliding his hands to her ass, Ludovico lifted her and entered her in a hard thrust. A cry burst through her, his invasion hard and sharp. Ludovico paused, giving her a moment to adjust. Pleasure coursed through her as he slid his length back.

“Mario,” she moaned.

“Ragazza.”

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