Page 62 of Empire of Temptation

She hung her head and dragged in deep breaths. “Yes. Just make me come, please.”

I moved my fingers vigorously, back and forth, circling, working her clit, and it only took a few seconds before she was climaxing, moaning and shaking, drenching my fingers. I hated that I couldn’t see every moment, that my eyes needed to watch the road as much as they could watch her. But the next time this woman came would be underneath me, with my cock deep inside her.

When she sagged into the seat I lifted my fingers to her mouth. “Clean them, piccolina.”

Her tongue swiped my skin before she sucked my two fingers past her lips and into her hot mouth. I snuck a glance at her, unable to resist the sight. Cazzo, that was hot. She was flushed, her expression dazed, almost trance-like as she followed my instructions. This girl . . .

I had to look away. I was too keyed up, my dick too hard. If I wasn’t careful, I would pull over and do something stupid on the side of the motorway.

I put both hands on the steering wheel and tried to calm down. The meeting with D’Agostino was too important and whatever was happening with Val could wait.

For the next few minutes, Val put herself back together quietly, fixing her dress and her hair. I stared at the road. I ran through the meeting with D’Agostino, what I thought he might ask for?—

I jolted as fingers jabbed at the pocket of my trousers. Instinct had me grabbing her wrist, stopping her. “What is this?”

Val held up her panties, the ones she’d taken off moments ago. “I’m trying to give these to you. Don’t you want to keep them?”

My heart thumped erratically, surprise and desire a dangerous cocktail in my bloodstream. She was unexpected, both innocent and filthy, an intoxicating combination. I released her and relaxed. “Fuck yes, I do.”

She tucked the used panties in my pocket, then patted my thigh. “Now you can think about those all day.”

I’d be hard-pressed to do anything else. “Where did a virgin learn about giving a man her dirty panties?”

Leaning over, she put her mouth as close to my ear as she could manage. “I’ve read alotof books.” A second later she flicked on the car’s stereo and music filled the sedan.

For the next hour and a half I contemplated those books and what else Valentina might have learned.

Chapter Fifteen

Valentina

Sitting next to Luca in the car was torture. Smelling his fancy cologne, watching his strong and capable hand work the gear shift . . . Everything about this man was sexy. Even the way he scowled at the other drivers was incredibly hot.

I was in big trouble. Not only was he dangerous and a criminal, he had this weird ability to rob me of my free will.

The reasons for that would need to be examined later when I was alone. For now I would just enjoy whatever the day brought. Luca said he wanted to spoil me and I was ready for spoiling. I couldn’t remember when I last took any extended time away from the restaurant. My mother’s funeral, maybe? And I hadn’t been to the city since sophomore year of high school, when we took a class trip to Lincoln Center. It was right before my mother’s diagnosis, before we knew how sick she was.

Right before everything changed.

Once we were through the tunnel, Luca navigated the streets with ease, almost as if he were a New Yorker. He waited impatientlyfor pedestrians and dodged taxi cabs. Finally, we eased into a parking garage. The daily price made my head spin, but Luca didn’t blink as he turned over the car’s fob. Then he took my hand and led me onto the sidewalk. “How do you know where you’re going?” I asked, trying to keep up with his long legs.

“It isn’t difficult. Most of Manhattan is a grid—north, south, east, west.”

“How many times have you been here?”

“Twice.”

That was as many times as I’d been here, and I wasn’t nearly as familiar with the streets.

We passed an old building with people milling about out front taking photos. A red canopy hung over the door and a black carpet spread out on the ground. Luca continued past the entrance, though. “Was that it?”

“We’re going in a different way.”

Oh. Was he trying to avoid the crowd? He led me to a steel door farther up the block, where he pressed a buzzer. When the door opened Luca gave his name and we were admitted into a long hallway.

“Stairs are at the end of the hall. Go right and you’ll see them. At the top, go left.” the security guard said.

We followed his instructions and soon found ourselves backstage. There was no way it was anything else, with the number of people rushing about, hair and makeup chairs, and half-naked gorgeous men. I’d expected female models, but clearly the show was for menswear.

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