Page 46 of Ruthless King
He slowly shakes his head, hard lines carving into his jaw. “Me losing control wouldn’t be good for anyone.”
I press my chest against his, my breasts spilling over the top of the gown. His eyes drop, and he lets out a groan. “Oh, Stella, what are you doing to me?”
“Just playing the part of doting arm candy.”
“You’re going above and beyond.”
I smile. Seeing the calm, collected Luca lose his cool because of me is doing things to my insides that should be criminal. I grind my hips against his cock to ease the fiery ache. Only it has the opposite effect, and I rub harder. His fingers tighten around my ass and guide my hips over him. There are layers of clothes between us and still, I’m fairly certain if we keep this up, I’ll come right here on the dancefloor.
The smoldering fire in Luca’s eyes reveals the same.
“We should stop,” I pant out.
“Yes, we should.” But he doesn’t. Instead, he drops his head and flutters kisses across the swell of my breast. He pauses, and I barely restrain myself from shoving his mouth back to my burning flesh. He runs his finger over the top of the heart tattoo peaking from beneath my gown.
“What’s this?” he murmurs.
“A tattoo,” I snap. My dead mother and brother are the last topics I want to be discussing right now.
Pressing his lips together, his finger dips beneath the indecent neckline and traces the outline of the interlocking hearts. His eyes meet mine, and something unreadable flashes across the dark abyss. I’m certain he’s about to spill something earthshattering, but instead, his lips find their way to my chest again.
He resumes his exploration and the heat building below rises, rushing across my cheeks. All thoughts vanish, and all I can do is feel. We’re in the middle of a crowded dancefloor, in perfect view for all to see. I should be much more embarrassed than I am. But it’s hard to form cohesive thoughts with Luca’s warm tongue lavishing me.
I want that tongue everywhere.
“Ah, there’s the happy couple.” The voice splashes ice across the fiery embers raging in my core.
Luca glances up from his spot nestled between my breasts, dark eyes murderous as they lance over his brother. “Dante,” he grits out. “And Caroline, what a surprise.” The cool mask slips into place, and he releases me. A frosty chill rakes over my body at the sudden absence of his.
The blonde squirms beside Dante, hand resting on his shoulder, but her gaze is pinned to my escort.
“I didn’t realize you knew each other,” Luca says smoothly.
Dante wraps an arm around the woman and draws her into his side. “We just met a few weeks ago atLa Palestra.”
“Oh, imagine that.” Luca’s glare razes over his brother, and I know I’m missing something. Which I hate. It’s bad enough he refused to introduce me the other day at the penthouse.
I throw my hand out at the blonde who eyes it like it’s covered in dog shit. “I’m Stella, Luca’s girlfriend.”
Her eyes nearly pop out of her head, and I’m incredibly satisfied by her reaction. Dante looks like he’s about a second away from a heart attack. I’m confused because wasn’t that the whole point of this arrangement, to be the good little girlfriend?
“Girlfriend?” Caroline ignores my offered hand and glares at Luca. Her cheeks redden, and her breaths come out in haggard spurts. “You really are an asshole, Luca Valentino,” she hisses before spinning away and darting off the dancefloor.
My escort doesn’t even make a move to stop her, instead lets out a frustrated breath and whirls on his brother. “What the hell are you thinking bringing her here?”
“What? I had no idea you fu—knew each other intimately.”
I’ve known Luca’s brother for all of a second, and even I can smell the lie. I try to focus on that instead of the inappropriate pang of jealousy at his insinuation.
Luca shakes his head, irritation sharpening the hard lines of his jaw. He turns to me and wraps firm fingers around my arm before bringing his lips to my ear. “Meet me in the women’s bathroom in five minutes. I’m not done with you.”
The rough edge to his tone sends a chill up my spine. I steady my nerves and meet his hard gaze. “Why? Where are you going?”
“I need to talk to myfratelloin private first.”
Dante stiffens beside him, and for the first time I take a good look at his brother. He looks older, but not by much. They have the same dark eyes and silky hair, but Dante’s expression is harder somehow. I don’t know anything about him besides the obvious fact that he’s not Luca’s favorite person. Before he showed up at the penthouse the other day, I didn’t even know he existed. When Vinny was alive, he was all I talked about. He wasn’t just my brother, he was my best friend, my hero ….
I bury the thoughts, this night chaotic enough without digging up dark memories of the past.
