Page 52 of Empire of Temptation

Deep down, I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. Not the man who’d taken such care of me when I was drunk. Who’d cleaned up myvomit. If he were going to do something terrible, I couldn’t have stopped him that night.

There are rules about women and children, my mother used to say about my father’s violent world. I was scared of him as a child, terrified at night that he would return to kill her or me, but her reassurances always made me feel better.

I had to believe Luca ascribed to those same rules.

I stilled, waiting, the sound of my heartbeat thundering in my ears. I didn’t move, but I could feel his heat and strength surrounding me. The slabs of muscle and long limbs. I was trapped—and it was like my body didn’t mind in the least. I recalled the desk, his roughtouch, and the bliss of his mouth between my legs. I softened against him. Acquiescing.

“That’s it,” he said, quieter now. Seductive. He pressed his hips forward and I could feel every inch of his very thick erection against my stomach. “Molto bene, piccolina.”

Very good, baby.

My lower half clenched, desire sliding through me again. One big palm landed on my hip, while the other rested flat on the door above my head. Bending slightly, he rocked his hips once, his shaft sliding against my mound.

Holy shit.

Heat sparkled in my veins and my swollen clit pulsed. Suddenly, it was like I hadn’t just come my brains out on his desk. A moan fell from my lips as I tilted my hips to feel more of him.

He hummed in his throat. “See? We will be so good together, bella. You are going to let me fuck you, to let me be the first cock inside that gorgeous pussy.”

I grasped at my few functioning brain cells to say, “Are you going to stop interfering?”

“Never.”

Asshole. “Then tell me why you’re in New York.”

“Business.”

“Mafia business.”

“There is no other type of business for a man like me.”

I grabbed his tie and held on tight. “Be more specific. What mafia business do you have in Paesano?”

“You can’t think I will truly tell you. There are rules, fiore mio.” He ground his dick into my body again, causing me to suck in a sharp breath. “And trust me, it is better if you don’t know.”

This is why my mother never married my father, why she wanted nothing to do with him. Lies, deceit, evasions. And Lucamurderedpeople for a living. I made a quick decision, even as my hips rocked to get closer to him. “We can’t see each other again. And I don’t want you involved in my restaurant.”

“You think this is over? I would not believe you even if you weren’t grinding on my dick right now.” Embarrassed, I tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go. He had me trapped.

His hand shifted to my thigh, where he pushed the hem of my dress higher. I hadn’t bothered to put on my panties—those were somewhere in Luca’s office—so his fingers found my bare skin easily. He dragged two blunt fingers through my slit, while his lips coasted along the back of my neck. Between my legs was a slick mess, arousal pooling at my entrance, and Luca mumbled Italian words in a deep husky voice against my skin.

It was too much.

“Stop. Speaking. Italian,” I panted, my knees trembling with the force of my desire. I was dizzy with it, blind to anything but the magic he wove around me.

“Should I tell you in English, then? I said this is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, so ripe and pure, tight like a fist. She has been waiting so patiently for my cock to come along and fill her up with all of my come.”

God, that was worse. I should’ve been ashamed. I was putty in this man’s hands, all of my independence and backbone melting into the floor at his touch. “This won’t change my mind,” I managed.

“No? Then let’s try this again.”

In a blink he dropped to his knees. He lifted one of my legs up and over his shoulder, spreading me, before his mouth latched onto my clit. There was no time to protest before he was sucking and lashing, rolling the bundle of nerves on his tongue. I was sensitive and swollen from earlier, so it was like picking up where we left off, my body already halfway up the peak.

“Oh, shit,” I whispered.

A fingertip teased my entrance, then slid inside ever so slowly, invading. The pressure, oh god. My mouth parted and I panted, needing more. Craving him with every beat of my racing heart. I hadn’t ever felt so frantic, so crazed before. No thought, only sensation. Finally, he filled me with one finger, stretching me, and Irocked my hips, eager for more. I had inserted small vibrators before, but this felt different. Luca was warm and solid, so deep inside me.

The orgasm was right there, coiling in my muscles. Ready to explode.

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