Page 10 of Boss of Brooklyn

But Sofia doesn't move. Instead, she pulls me back, her face alight with a joy I've never seen before. “Dance with me,” she says, her voice barely audible over the rain.

I look at her like she's crazy. “Here? Now?”

She nods, already swaying to music blasting from a nearby club. “Why not? Live a little, Mr. Billionaire.”

And so, in the middle of a deserted New York street, rain pouring down around us, I dance with Sofia Romano. She spins and twirls, laughing as we get soaked to the bone. I've never felt so free, so unburdened by the weight of who I am and what I do.

As the song comes to an end, she stumbles slightly, falling against my chest. I catch her, our faces suddenly inches apart. The laughter dies on her lips as she looks up at me, raindrops clinging to her eyelashes.

Without thinking, I lean down and kiss her. It sends a shock straight through me. I pull her closer, deepening the kiss as the rain continues to fall around us. The electricity between us is undeniable, a current that seems to light up the very air around us. My cock swells with need.

When we finally break apart, both of us breathless, Sofia looks up at me with wide eyes. “What are we doing, Luca?” she whispers.

I brush a wet strand of hair from her face, my heart pounding. “I don't know,” I admit. “But I don't want to stop.”

Sofia bites her lip, conflict clear in her eyes. “This is crazy. You're... you, and I'm...”

“Perfect,” I finish for her. “You're perfect, Sofia.”

She laughs softly, shaking her head again.

As we stand there in the rain, I feel a war raging inside me. On one side is my desire for Sofia, this incredible girl who makes me feel alive in ways I never have before. On the other is my duty, the weight of my responsibilities to my family and my organization. I push those thoughts aside and focus on the feel of Sofia in my arms, the taste of her lips, and the sound of the rain around us.

Chapter 6

Sofia

The roar of Luca's motorcycle fades as we pull up to my apartment building, both of us soaked through from the sudden downpour. My arms are still wrapped tightly around his waist, my body pressed against his back. Despite the chill of the rain, I feel warm where we touch.

Luca cuts the engine and turns to look at me, raindrops sliding down his chiseled face. His eyes, usually so controlled, now burn with an intensity that makes my breath catch. “Well, here we are,” he says, his voice low and husky.

He helps me off the bike, his hands gripping my waist firmly. The possessiveness in his touch sends a pulse straight to my core. “I should probably get going,” he says, but I can see the reluctance in his eyes.

Before I can overthink it, I blurt out, “Do you want to come up? We can dry off, and I can make some coffee to warm us up.”

Luca's eyes darken, and for a moment, I see the dangerous man that everyone fears – the Boss of Brooklyn. But when he looks at me, that harshness melts away, replaced by a heat thatmakes my knees weak. “Are you sure? Once I come up, I might not want to leave.”

His words, filled with promise and warning, make my heart race. I gather my courage and meet his gaze. “I'm sure.”

The walk to my apartment is filled with tension. Luca follows close behind me, his presence both comforting and thrilling. I can feel the heat radiating from his body, and it takes all my willpower not to lean back into him as I fumble with my keys while trying to unlock my door. His hand rests on the small of my back, a subtle gesture of possession that makes my skin tingle.

Once inside my apartment, I suddenly feel nervous. “The bathroom's through there,” I say, pointing. “There are towels in the cabinet. I can put our clothes in the dryer if you want.”

Luca nods, his eyes never leaving mine. “Thank you.” His voice is controlled, but I can see the desire simmering just beneath the surface.

I duck into my bedroom to change, my hands shaking slightly as I peel off my wet clothes. I opt for a pair of boy shorts and a thin tank top, then wrap myself in a robe. When I emerge, Luca is standing in the living room, wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of his muscular body. Every inch of him is sculpted to perfection.

“I'll just... go put these in the dryer,” I manage to say, gathering our wet clothes.

When I return, Luca is looking out the window, his back to me. The play of muscles under his skin is mesmerizing and I stand there just staring for longer than I should. Finally Iclear my throat. “I'm going to make that coffee. Make yourself comfortable.”

In the kitchen, I busy myself with the coffee maker, trying to calm my racing heart. I'm leaning over the counter, reaching for mugs in the upper cabinet, when I feel Luca's presence behind me. His body presses against mine, trapping me against the counter. His lips brush against my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

“Sofia,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. One hand slides around to my stomach, pulling the ties of my robe free and holding me firmly against him. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

I turn slowly, finding myself caged between the counter and Luca's body. Up close, he's even more breathtaking. My eyes trace the contours of his chest, the defined abs, the v-line disappearing into his boxer briefs. When I meet his gaze, the hunger I see there makes me weak in the knees.

Without a word, Luca lifts me onto the counter, stepping between my legs. His hands cup my face, thumbs stroking my cheeks. “Tell me you want this,” he growls, his voice commanding. “Tell me you want me.”

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