Page 6 of Die With Me

He grips my biceps, his touch sending sparks of electricity through my flesh as he guides me to the chair, our eyes never disconnecting. Luca reaches for the lace fabric of my dress and fists it, slowly tearing the see-through material. “You may be a creature of the underworld, piccola demone. But you aremycreature, do you hear me?Mineto satisfy,mineto withhold pleasure from,mineto torture. You are mineto do with what I please, and I will kill anyone else who dares to even think of touching you.”

With every word, he punctuates his meaning with another rip until I’m bare before him. I can feel more than just his eyes on me—on us. But I dare not look away from my monster. There’s a fire in his eyes that burns only for me. A fire I set. A reminder that this could have been mine long ago if I’d just made my move sooner instead of waiting to exact my revenge.

A foreshadowing of my future.

For when I kill Luca, I will follow him to the depths of Hell because for as much as I am his, he will forever be mine.

“Every person in here is thinking of touching me right now.” I smirk, leaning back against the crushed velvet, my black Louboutins clicking against the floor as I spread my legs wide one at a time. “What will you do, il mio mostro? Will you cut out all of their eyes? Or will you show them who I belong to?”

His eyes rove the cuts that are still healing on the left side of my body, taking in his handiwork from the bite mark that’s still bruised to the puffy skin of my hood, where he pierced me with his knife.

I’m fully prepared for Luca to force me to choke on his cock again. Though I was drugged, I enjoyed the way he handled me. His cock is perfect—long and thick and veiny—and I’ve dreamt about wrapping my lips around it once more and biting down as he spills down my throat.

I’m surprised, however, when he slowly bends his knees to kneel before me.

He chuckles as my eyes widen a fraction. His hands cup beneath my thighs, raising my legs to rest over his shoulders. “Tonight, I will show them all what only I can do to you. Because even if there were someone else between your thighs, it’s me you would be thinking of.”

“Fuck you, Luca.” I spit the words as he lowers his head to lick between my lower lips. My abdomen clenches, pure molten desire flowing up my spine and spilling down my legs.

I tense, heels digging into his back as he draws my flesh into his mouth, gently laving my wound with the flat of his tongue before he replies, “You did, Misty. Or rather, I fucked you.”

He kisses my clit. “And I’ll do it again.”

Another kiss. “And again.”

Another. “And again.”

The velvet is smooth beneath my hands as I clutch the back of the chair, head tipped back as he slowly devours me. Luca doesn’t just eat my pussy, he savors it like he’s on death row, and I’m his last meal—consuming me with the kind of patience only a dead man walking would have.

“Open your eyes and watch me,” he commands from between my legs.

His words cut my building release off, and a whine escapes my chest as I do what he says because I desperately want to come. I want to launch myself at him and ride his beautiful face until my juices become part of his new skincare routine. I want my essence to be the only thing he drinks—the only nectar he needs to survive.

His lips rise and fall as he sucks my clit the way he would a candy that he’s trying to get to the liquidcenter of. His deep brown eyes lock on mine, changing his pace when he reads in them that something isn’t working, focusing on what does when my lids drop halfway, and I struggle to keep my eyes from rolling to the back of my head.

Luca’s tongue strokes and licks, and his lips suck and tease as he works my flesh to his will and my pleasure. And when I come, he swallows me down as though he’s afraid to spill a single drop.

“Fuck! Yes. Please,” falls from my lips in a string of repeated jumbled words as he continues to eat me like a man starved.

He lets out a grunt as my fingers twist in his hair, pulling tightly as I attempt to fuse his lips to my pussy. Every muscle is tense, every single cell on fire. My breasts heave with labored breaths, my mouth opening in a silent scream that cuts off my airway. A hot, burning ball tightly coils in my abdomen before snapping and shooting downward, flowing through me and into Luca’s mouth as he moans in approval.

Using his hair, I try to yank him away, bending in half to use my weight as leverage, but he uses it to his advantage. Never letting me go, he grips my thighs harder, scooping his arms beneath me and rising with my legs wrapped around his head, his mouth still glued between my thighs.

“Luca, please,” I sob as he stands, turning to sit in the chair. He lowers himself, maneuvering me toslide down his body, lips kissing every inch of me until I’m straddling his lap and we’re nose to nose.

His arms are warm as they wrap around me, shielding my nakedness from the crowd that gathered around our private area. We breathe heavily into the space between us, neither having anything to say as the act that just occurred settles itself, louder in this particular moment than words could ever be.

Luca brought me pleasure, not pain—willingly—just to show those watching what he could reduce me to. Not to humiliate me, but to assert ownership.

I knew this, and still, I let it happen.

Confusion dances with lust in both our eyes. Neither of us sated, yet both unsure of how to proceed.

Slowly, as if we’re both magnets, our heads draw closer together, canting to opposite sides, burnished bronze meeting cool seafoam as our lips touch.

It isn’t like it is in a romantic movie. We don’t lose ourselves in the kiss. Our mouths mold together, and I watch him warily while tasting myself on his flesh. And he watches me just the same, as if I’d take the opportunity to gouge out his eyes the moment he closes them.

But then, in a moment of pure lunacy, I melt against him, opening my mouth to claim his in a searing kiss that has my eyes fluttering closed.

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