Page 15 of Wrestling With Love

He leaned against the counter, watching her. “It’s in my blood. It’s what my family does. What my father did. What I did for ten years and now my brother does. He enjoys it more than me, I manage it under him now.” His tone was calm, but beneath it, there was an edge. One that warned not to dig too deep.

Diamond nodded, accepting his answer, though she noted the way he had worded it. Now. Not used to. It was in the present.

“What about your family?” He asked.

Dread dawned upon her, she didn't want to answer it. But she had to give him something.

“Single child, parents died when I was 17.” She replied.

“I'm sorry.” Pity evident in his eyes.

She shrugged, not knowing what to say in response so she asked about his family instead.

“My parents, my younger brother and sister all live in Italy. But they visit here quite often.” His fingers brushed past her just when he removed the steaks from the heat. The action made both of them freeze, it was evident that the tension was much more than anticipated.

They ate in silence, but it was anything but comfortable. Every bite, every shift, every brush of a hand against the table sent something electric crackling between them.

“I enjoyed the food, it's just like you.” Luca leaned back on the chair.

“Just like me?” Diamond stopped in between a bite.

“Yes, you, where one cannot be satisfied with just a single taste.” His gaze shifted to the way her tongue swiped over her lower lip.

“I want to taste you so bad, Diamond.”

Diamond’s eyes widened from the blatant statement, “You… you already have.” She stammered.

“No Bambina, I wanna taste you down there, quench my thirst with every drop of your cum.”

The words were enough to get her heart racing, he was shameless, his words crude, but her body enjoyed the uncensored statement.

“Stop, just stop.” She spoke, catching her heavy breaths.

He stopped but his clouded eyes betrayed him, his eyes had locked Diamond in a trance, she couldn't stop looking at him.

The air thickened, weighted with things unsaid.

She wanted him.

He wanted her.

But neither moved. Neither spoke.

The tension stretched until it was unbearable. Until he realised that an hour had passed, and Luca finally—finally—snapped.

He pushed his chair back, rising to his feet in one fluid motion. Before she could react, his hand was on her face, tilting her chin up, and then—

His lips crashed against hers.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t slow. It was raw, hungry, a claim he had been holding back for far too long.

Diamond gasped against his mouth, her fingers curling into his shirt, gripping him as if she could anchor herself.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead resting against hers, his voice was rough with something almost like relief.

“The damn hour is finally over,” he murmured, thumb stroking her jaw. “Now I can touch you.”

Her breath hitched.

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