Page 61 of Kissing the Villain

“Sit on the bed,” he ordered.

I glanced at the black sheets and gulped down my fear. It was just sex. We’d been together dozens of times. If getting under him meant finding my brother, I would gladly spread my legs.

He downed the scotch and set the glass on the table. “What’s under the robe?”

“Come see for yourself.”

He ran a hand through his dark hair with a cruel look plastered on his handsome face. A flood of adrenaline rushed through my body as heat flooded between my legs.

Luca slid his hand beneath my chin, and his rough touch awakened my body. “Are you going to give me trouble?”

I shook my head.

A smirk tugged at his beautiful mouth. “Good girl.”

He pushed me onto the bed. I lay back on the soft sheets, a moan escaping my lips as he yanked my thighs apart. Lucareached down to untie the belt at my waist, revealing the lacy lingerie that hid nothing.

His eyes flickered with carnal hunger as they traveled over my breasts. He rolled the pad of his thumb over the tiny bud, licking his lips. I soaked through the lace, desperate for him to touch me.

I wanted him. His anger, his rage, all of it. Because the same fire burned inside of me, begging to break free.

He dipped his head down, the heat from his breath racing up my stomach. I shivered from his touch, and a wave of red-hot pleasure spread down my thighs. His mouth hovered over my nipple. I expected him to suck on it through the fabric, but he just breathed on my skin, teasing me.

“Tell me what you want, Drea.”

A war between want and desire stirred inside me. My body wanted him to fuck me until I couldn’t walk out of his bedroom. But my mind and heart could not forget the past. He was a monster, a murderer, and for all I knew, he killed my twin brother.

“I want to wait until our wedding night.”

Luca laughed, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “I have been inside you plenty of times. It makes no difference.”

“It does to me.”

“And you think what you want matters to me?”

“If I’m to be your queen, it should.”

I leaned forward, my lips brushing his.

He pushed on my shoulder, pinning me to the mattress with his muscular body. “You want to play games, baby girl?”

His tongue swept into my mouth, and I tightened my grip on his hair, rocking my hips into his erection. He held me down like he wanted to tear me apart and kissed me with every ounce of hatred I felt for him. With each flick of his skilled tongue, we fought a war with each other.

Luca fisted my curls, deepening the kiss as his long, hard cock speared my inner thigh. He gripped both of my wrists and held them above my head. My chest heaved from each shallow breath that escaped my throat. I felt like an animal in heat, ready to pounce if he didn’t make me come.

Luca lifted the thin strip of lace over my breast and pinched the hard bud. I cried out his name. He ripped the lace straight down the middle, baring my naked body to him. Then, he sucked on my nipple, sending electricity down my legs. At first, he soothed my pain, but his soft licks turned into hard tugs with his teeth.

“Luca,” I panted.

He released my nipple, and his tongue was on my skin, gliding down my stomach. Every inch of my body heated where his tongue touched, and when he stopped right above my pussy, I cupped the back of his head.

“Please, Luca.”

Hearing his name from my lips must have sparked something inside him because he looked even more insane as his eyes met mine.

“Get dressed.”

I glanced down at my ripped lingerie and sighed. “What the fuck?”

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