Page 73 of His Dark Vendetta

“What do you think I am—stunad?” I rolled my eyes, opened the other side of the fridge with an exaggerated jerk, and retrieved my beloved olives.

He snorted and ran a hand through his hair. “Okay. Fine.”

“I’m not a rat, and this isn’t my first rodeo.” I went about the business of preparing my dirty martini. “Not to mention, I would think, after that little show we put on, you’d trust me enough to know I was trying to cover for you, give you an alibi. Although, next time, a little heads up, please?”

I paused pulling olives out of the jar, closed my eyes, and let out a tremendous sigh. “What the hell am I talking about?” I mumbled to myself. “Next time.” I shook my head and plunked a final olive in my drink.

I swigged the martini. Liquid heat spread across my chest and soothed the ache in my stomach. “Anyway, we need to get our stories straight beyond fucking from midnight to three in the morning.” I lifted the martini glass to my lips and my eyebrows to my hairline.

Eyes dark with feral avarice, he prowled forward and caged me against the island. He took the martini glass from my hand and set it on the counter. My heart leaped into my throat, and I stared at him wide-eyed as his hands wrapped around my waist and held me in place.

He brushed my neck with the tip of his nose and brought his lips to my ear. “Did you like our little act?” His warm breath tickled my skin, sending goosebumps down my arms and a jolt of desire straight to my sex. “Baby?”

I sucked in a breath and started to melt. He saved me, lifting me off my weak knees onto the island. My fingers tangled in the silky strands of his hair. He wedged my legs open with his hips and stepped between them. His hands cupped my ass, and his fingers dug into my cheeks, inching me closer, pulling us together.

“All that talk about making you come…” he whispered against my neck, and I shivered from the brush of lush lips against the skin beneath my ear. “Three times…” He nosed my earlobe. “After swearing you’re not a liar.” He bit my earlobe and tugged. My sex tingled with need. “I can’t let you turn into one now, can I?”

Something between a groan and a sigh escaped me, and my eyes fluttered closed. His warm breath caressed my skin, an indecent promise, and electricity followed in its wake. He lowered his head to my collarbone and nudged my head to the side. Something sharp trailed up the length of my neck, the sensation so overwhelming, I squirmed beneath his unrelenting hold, craving sensation where I needed it most.

“You’re wet for me, aren’t you?” His voice was low and gravelly.

I nodded, dizzy with desire and hoping like hell this wouldn’t end the same as our other encounters—heated to a frenzy and frustrated as hell.

He gripped my shorts and pulled hard, forcing me to wiggle where I sat so they’d come off and end my torture. He slipped them around my ass and dropped them on the floor. The marble was cold, but my sex was hot.

“Lean back, baby,” he said and moved closer, forcing me to recline enough that my hips tilted.

He trailed his fingers from my hip to the scrap of white lace barely covering the swollen lips of my pussy. He pushed it out of the way and ran his middle finger from my entrance through my folds to my clit. A low rumble reverberated in his chest, and he lifted his head from my neck to look me in the eyes.

“You’re fucking soaked,” he said, desire flashing in the crimson flecks that dotted his dark irises.

He slid his finger back down and dipped it into my entrance.

I gasped, and my head fell back. He caught the nape of my neck, holding me in place, and watched each reaction that crossed my face with rapt attention as he worked his finger in and out of my pussy.

“So fucking wet,” he growled and added another finger.

“Ahhh,” I sighed loud and breathy. At the exquisite stretch. At the illicit pleasure. At Luca.

“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers until you’re begging for my dick.”

My pussy clenched. The thought of Luca inside me nearly pushed me over the edge. I squirmed, tilting my hips so he’d rub my clit, but fuck him if he ever thought I’d beg.

“Not yet.” He chuckled. “Three orgasms, isn’t that what you said?”

I rocked my hips, desperate for more friction.

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” I said. “Three.”

“Good girl.” He pushed his fingers deeper, and I moaned. “You play nice, you get what you want.”

My upper body went limp under the sweet satisfaction of Luca’s touch, and I twined my fingers tighter in his hair.

“First, I’m going to make you come all over my hand.”

He dragged his teeth along my neck, nibbling and sucking as he went. He curled his fingers inside me each time he pumped them in and out. He wouldn’t need to do much more to deliver on his first promise.

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