Page 68 of Luciano

He chuckled. “Why is your heart beating so fast, Ava,” he murmured, “ You look like you want tobeg me to fuck you. Virgin or not.”

I stepped back immediately, heat rushing to my cheeks.

Luciano just smirked.

I had to compose myself with a deep breath.

He was off, but he was sexy.

“Now I really don’t believe you. Not after that little display. And look at you… You’re handsome, terrifying, and emotionally constipated, sure—but look at you. Like, really. You're all the things most women go crazy for.”

I shook my head. “No woman ever tried to give you any pussy?” I couldn’t believe it.

To me, it looked like he cringed.

“They did. Most of the women… reminded me of her though. I can see her naked, being abused, her pale skin bruised.”

“Your mother?” I said softly.

“That’s fucked up but it makes sense.”

He nodded.

I crossed the space between us. I pressed my hand to his chest.

He tensed instantly.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “No pressure. No more sex talk.”

He looked down at me, his voice lower than before. “You don’t remind me of my mother.”

I tilted my head. “No?”

He shook his head slowly. “You make me think things I’ve never thought. I’ve been turned on since the first time I saw you. I just… didn’t know how to approach you.”

“Well, we can figure that out together. We can build up to it.”

He nodded once.

I leaned back just a bit. “One more question.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Another?”

“All those things in this place. My lotion. My soap. My favorite candle scent. Even the hair products I use. Clothes in my size in the closet. You watched me, didn’t you? How did I miss that you were there?”

He didn’t deny it.

“Yes,” he said simply. “I watched you. I wanted to make sure you were protected. And you didn’t see me because it wasn’t the right time.”

“That’s… kinda creepy,” I said, half smiling.

He didn’t smile back. “I know.”

I stepped closer again, resting my hands on his chest.

“But it’s also kind of… sweet. In a dark, obsessive, fucking crazy type of way.”

I chuckled.

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