Page 260 of Kissing the Villain

“It’s nothing.” I rolled my shoulders. “Just thinking about those assholes.”

“We’ll find them. And when we do, you will get your revenge. I won’t stop looking until I rip their heads from their bodies.”

“I need it to be over so I can move on.”

Luca ran his thumb across my lip. “It will be over soon. I promise.”

We continued walking down the long hallway in silence. Lamps hung on the stone walls, illuminating a pathway to the wine cellar. My nose turned up at the scent of moss. I sneezeda few times, and Luca handed me his Brunello Cucinelli pocket square.

Only the best for the king.

I took it reluctantly, not wanting to blow my nose with an expensive piece of silk. Money meant nothing to Luca. He knew, one way or the other, he could always make more. But I had a hard time spending the money I made on frivolous purchases.

Luca stopped at a solid glass wall and pressed his hand to the scanner. A green light flashed along with his name on the screen, and then the door slid to the right, allowing us entrance.

We stepped into the temperature-controlled room. The door sealed behind us, and Luca went straight for a rack on the far right side of the room.

Luca uncorked a bottle of red wine and set it on the table, grabbing two more bottles from the racks. “Want a taste?”

I nodded, and he poured wine into my mouth.

Luca took a swig and licked his lips. “My dad got a new shipment last week. What do you think?”

“Sweet. Fruity.”

I knew nothing about wine other than it tasted good. You would never catch me sniffing glasses or doing any of the shit I’d watched Luca and his father do over the years. Just pour me a glass and leave the bottle. That was my motto with drinking wine.

Luca laughed. “Not very insightful.”

“It’s good. That’s all I know.”

“Open up.” He rested the bottle against my lips, and I drank more wine.

We drank silently for a few minutes, passing the bottle back and forth like old times. On our first night together, we downed a bottle of champagne. I still remember how hard my heart pounded as I sat beside Luca. He made me feel things I hadn’t understood as a young girl. But now that I was an adult, I knewthose butterflies in my stomach were nothing compared to how much I loved him now.

I wrapped my fingers around the neck of the bottle, and electric shocks sparked my skin from his touch. He’d always had this effect on me. His skin was warm and soft, not what you would expect from someone who killed men with his bare hands.

Luca moved between my thighs and hooked my legs around his back. He set the bottle on top of a cask and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, losing myself in the moment, forgetting everything but us.

He gripped my hips and lifted me. Then he spun us around so he was sitting, and I straddled his lap. Moving his hand up the inseam of my thigh, he tickled my skin, taunting me as he pushed my panties to the side.

He slammed two fingers into me with so much force he tore a moan from my throat.

“Luca,” I whispered against his lips.

He withdrew his fingers and added a third, thrusting into me again as he filled me. His skilled fingers worked my inner walls, pushing past the thin barrier to make room for another. It wasn’t long before I came so hard my orgasm rocked through both of us.

He sucked on his fingers and slid some of my juices across my lip. “I can’t get enough of your pussy.”

I reached for his zipper. “Good. Because I can’t get enough of your cock.”

I unzipped his pants and stroked his length. He was so long and thick, and he filled me to the hilt as he thrust into me. Luca spread me open, breaking through my walls. I rode his cock, and he groaned as I cried out his name.

“Rub your clit for me.” He moved my dress up to my stomach and held it there, staring down at my pussy. “Touch yourself.”

I did as he asked, and his eyes filled with lust and insatiable hunger. His teeth grazed my neck as we fucked. I bit him back and slipped my hand beneath his shirt, clawing at his back. He loved it when I hurt him during sex and got off on the pain.

His teeth dragged along my skin. It hurt, just like his cock, but it felt too good when my orgasm took over. He covered my mouth with his free hand to silence me. Each time his teeth scraped my skin, Luca did the same with his cock. My entire body hurt, numb from all my battle scars, but it was the good pain that sent a ripple of pleasure down my body.

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