Page 192 of Kissing the Villain

Through his pants, Luca’s hard cock rested against the length of my inner thigh. I rocked my hips to create some friction.

“Don’t say my name, baby. Don’t even speak until the lights turn back on. Not another word. Okay?”

“How long?”

“One hour.” His lips crashed into mine, his fingers weaving through my hair. “We don’t have long. Just one more kiss, and then you’re on your own.”

“No,” I choked out. “Don’t leave me.”

He brushed his fingers against my cheek. “I will find you. Promise. And when I do, your pussy is mine for the rest of the night.”

His mouth closed over my nipple, sucking and biting so hard I squealed.

“Shhh, baby.”

His teeth grazed my nipple. He rubbed his hand over my ass and shoved my panties to the side. His finger slid into my wetness from behind, just enough to test my slit. I twisted my fingers through his hair and moaned as I licked his neck and nibbled his skin.

The room filled with groans.

I wondered how many men cared about playing the game. Would Luca let them win? Capture the Queen. What a ridiculous concept! Even if another man found me, he would never let them fuck me.

We kissed for what felt like hours. My head spun from a mixture of lust, scotch, and his rough hands on my body. I rubbed my pussy against his erection, wishing he would take off his pants and fuck me.

I reached between us, my hand shaking as I grabbed his zipper. But he covered my hand with his. The finality of his actions startled me. I sat back, searched the darkness for his face, and found nothing.

Pitch fucking black.

He could have been anyone beneath me. Fear coiled in my belly, making my stomach churn, terrified of him leaving me alone in the dark. I knew it was coming. My chest heaved as he lifted me in his strong arms and rose from the couch.

This was it.

The moment I feared.

How would I find him in the dark?

He set my feet on the ground, his hands on my hips to steady me. I kicked off my heels, unable to balance myself on shaky legs.

Luca kissed my forehead. “I’ll find you.” Then he tapped my backside. “Go.”

Frozen in disbelief, I stood there, listening to my heart pound in my ears. I spun around, stretched my arms out to grab him, and my hands swept through the air.

Luca, I wanted to scream, but he had already disappeared into the room. My anxiety rushed back, and adrenaline shot through my veins like a shot of heroin. Except, nothing about this game made me feel high or alive.

Feeling in front of me, I moved away from the loudest sounds, hoping they were too busy to hear me. Luca must have known where I was, right? He wouldn’t leave me in the hands of his friends. Sure, he trusted the Knights with his life. They were like brothers to him. But did he trust them with me?

He did last year…

I took a few steps in front of me, hands outstretched, my feet cold against the marble floor. Should I hide? Run? Find my way out of this room without getting captured?

My head spun from the alcohol. I preferred beer or wine over the hard stuff. In a room filled with close to two dozen horny men, I needed my bearings.

A strong arm pulled my back against a hard surface. Vodka mixed with cranberries assaulted my senses.Not Luca. I peeled his fingers off my breast and shoved him away as I took off, unable to see a foot in front of me. Another hand grabbed me, fingers skated down my arm, and a hand cupped my ass. Unlike the last man, he smelled like cool water and bourbon. His hands roamed over my body, taking in my curves. Maybe if I let them touch me, I could run away without getting pinned to the couch.

Without getting captured.

I’d only made it a few feet before two men grabbed me, caging me between them. Sucking in a deep breath, I tried to still my racing heart. Hands slid down my bare arms. Another pair of hands cradled my ass. Electricity sparked down my arms and thighs. Their warm hands felt good, but they were not Luca’s.

I didn’t want them.

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