Page 24 of Silent Night With Luca

He obeys my command, his thrusts growing more frenzied, more desperate, our bodies slapping together, echoing around us, mixing with our moans and gasps.

My second orgasm builds quickly, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatens to sweep me away. “I’m close, Luca, so close,” I pant, my body tensing, ready to explode. “Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!”

“Come for me, Fiamma. Let me feel you come undone,” he says, his voice barely more than a guttural growl.

And then it hits, even more intense than the first. My body convulses around him, my inner walls clamping down on his cock as he continues to sink himself inside of me, drawing out my pleasure until he finally lets go. His orgasm rips through him as he buries himself deep inside me, his hot release filling me, marking me, claiming me as his.

We lay there, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts pounding in our chests, the intensity of the moment still lingering in the air around us. I can feel him softening inside me, but he doesn’t pull out, doesn’t roll away.

Instead, he burrows into my neck, his breath warm against my skin. And now I know, without a doubt, that I’m in serious trouble. Luca Rossi is so much more than just my bodyguard. I’m pretty sure that, somewhere along the way in his rough, controlling protection of me, I’ve fallen for him, too.

NINE

Luca

The room is dark, and the soft weight of Fiamma pressing against me is a comfort I didn’t know I needed. Her breathing is slow, steady, the rise and fall of her chest peaceful in a way that feels at odds with everything going on around us. Her sleeping next to me is everything I could want in this instant.

My mind is on overdrive about how to handle this situation, how to protect her, how to fucking destroy the vile creature that is Marco Vitale. I’ve got to let Adrian know what is going on, now that I have a handle on it. He has been at some big snazzy formal holiday event all night. I texted him while Fiamma was in the bath, before our insane fuck-session, to let me know as soon as he leaves.

For a moment, I let myself stay still, enjoying the quiet warmth of her body next to mine, the lingering heat from the amazing sex we shared not too long ago.

My phone vibrates on the nightstand, cutting through the silence.

I blink, shaking off the fog of sleep that was threatening to take me in. My hand reaches out, fumbling for it while trying not to disturb Fiamma. I glance at the screen, the light casting a faint glow over the room. A text from Adrian.

Done with the party. Call me.

Shit. His timing is impeccable.

Marco’s plans are moving fast, and if we don’t act soon, the bastard will expect Fiamma to play her part in this. If she doesn’t come through who knows what he will do. I can’t let that happen, and I sure as hell can’t let her get caught in the middle of it.

I need to talk to Adrian now.

Carefully, I slip out from under the blankets, doing my best not to wake her. Fiamma stirs slightly, murmuring something in her sleep, but she doesn’t wake up. I grab my pants from the floor, pulling them on as quietly as possible, every movement slow and deliberate.

The soft glow of the fireplace from the living room is still going, casting long shadows across the doorway. Outside the bedroom window, the snow reflects the faint glow of the Christmas lights still on and twinkling in the distance.

For a second, everything almost feels normal. I know that will change the moment I talk to Adrian.

I run a hand through my hair, taking one last glance at Fiamma. She’s sound asleep, her hair falling in waves over the pillow, her face peaceful despite everything.

With a quiet sigh, I step into the living room and pull the bedroom door behind me. I step into my bedroom to make sure my booming voice is far enough away not to wake her. She still needs a lot of sleep to catch up on what she went through this morning.

I sit on the edge of the made bed, press Adrian’s number, and wait. The phone rings twice before he picks up.

“Luca,” Adrian’s voice comes through the line, heavy with the sound of someone who’s had one too many drinks but is still sharp enough to handle business. “What the hell is going on?”

I lean against the wall, the cold wood pressing into my bare back. “Something’s happened and it’s moving fast. Can you come to Fiamma’s suite in the lodge? I don’t want to leave her but I don’t want to talk on an unsecured line.”

There’s a pause on the other end, and I can almost hear the gears turning in Adrian’s mind. “It’s Marco, isn’t it?”

“Just come, Boss,” I mutter, my jaw tight. “We need to talk.”

“Jesus,” Adrian mutters. “Alright. I can be there in ten minutes.”

The line goes dead, and I let out a slow breath, throwing the phone on the bed. Marco’s not going to wait long, and neither can we. But as I stand here, alone in this vast bedroom, the only thing on my mind is Fiamma—sleeping just on the other side of this suite, completely unaware of what I’ve just set in motion.

Shit’s about to go down.

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