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“You want this,” I say, feeling for his cock through his jeans. “Why do you fight it?” I move closer and put my mouth to his ear. “You’re throbbing, your dick is leaking, you want to impale yourself in me.” I pull back and lick his jaw before pressing a chaste kiss on his lips, pulling his thick bottom lip into my mouth and nibbling it.

“You want to play little lamb?”

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Luca

“I want you tofuck me.” The little temptress punctuates the words slowly, and they go straight to my cock, which she is absolutely right, is throbbing. I’m straining behind my zipper and desperate to do what she’s begging for.

My sunshine is full of surprises tonight. I always knew she had a fire in her, but this…Roman’s right, she’s a loose end. Once I fuck her, she’s dead, as is her roommate. She’s begging for me to end her.

I could do that, my cock could still be in her. I could take a knife to that delicate throat that I grip in my hand and slice it. Still having my come dripping from her would be a new one, but I’m not averse to it.

“Luca.” I don’t take my eyes off Layla when Roman tries to pull us away from staring at each other, I can see him out of my peripheral vision.

“What?” I grate out, the air between me and Layla supercharged, and I’m not letting business get in the way of it.

“You have an audience.”

“So does Asher Black, and I don’t see anyone else complaining.” Layla’s eyes don’t move from mine, and it’s a battle of wills again.

Just like on the dance floor.

“Not what I mean.” Something in his tone has me loosen the grip and I look up to see Duchess and Levi standing on the other side of the VIP suite. Duchess is waving at the lads, but Levi…Levi’s eyes are locked on our little show, a pensive look on his face.

“Shit.” I spit out, dropping my grip. I lean forward and smash my lips into her, kissing hard. No tongue, just dominating pressure and she gives just as good.

It’s hard, it’s controlling, I want to push my tongue into her mouth, I want to devour her, I want to grip her by the throat, pull her hair, and sink my dick into her.

I deserve a medal for being able to keep myself under control.

She plays the game well; maybe there’s a greater use for my little temptress after all.

I pull back and see her lust-filled eyes. She touches her lips, and I grin then grip her hand in mine and lead her over to my cousin, grabbing a bottle of vodka off the table.

“Hello, Isabella,” I say, as Duchess smiles at me, her bright blue eyes always sparkling with some unknown secret. Her hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail that goes on forever. She has a pair of those wet-look leggings that make her legs look like fucking skyscrapers, and she’s in a tight-laced top that ends above her belly button.

As always, she’s the epitome of beauty.

She leans in and we greet each other with a kiss on each cheek.

“All sorted at home?” I ask.

“All sorted. And you are–?”

“Layla.” I can sense her hesitation, her muscles tensing, a shift in her as her own mask comes down.

“Nice to meet you, Layla.” Duchess kisses her on both cheeks before grabbing her hand and pulling her to the sofa. “Oh my God, I love your dress.”

“What do you want?” I ask Levi once the girls are out of earshot.

“Now, now, Cousin, where’s the hospitality? I don’t want anything, Duchess was in the mood for a party, and I heard your place was buzzing tonight. We walked into the lovely view of Asher blowing his load into that blonde’s mouth. Who’s your girl?”

I shrug. “Just someone from the dance floor.”

“Is that so? Do you mind if I play with her then?” he says, looking over his shoulder at Layla who’s laughing at something Duchess has said. The thought of Levi touching her settles a strange feeling in my stomach.

“I’m not sure Isabella would appreciate that. I heard things have progressed.”

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