Page 2 of Luca
Like some kind of fucking teenage boy, my heart thundered inside my chest, harder with each step she took my way. Until she came to stand in front of me.
“Hello.” Fuck, her voice was made for phone sex, sultry, suggestive, with a hint of amusement.
Jesus, if I could find one fucking thing, only one, that I disliked, maybe I’d get over this fascination with her.
“Want to have sex?”
Years! Years of chasing her and obsessing over the raven haired beauty, but all it took was a masquerade ball to have her in my bed.
“Moving fast…” I paused, cutting myself short. “Aren’t we?” The last two times I saw her, I gave her a nickname.Bella.She was so fucking beautiful, it was impossible not to notice it.
Her eyes flashed with mischief, and it had been that spark that had captured my attention the first time we ran into each other. This woman would have been an Irish rebel if given the opportunity.
“We could talk for a while, if you want,” she said nonchalantly. “You know, if you need a warm up. But I don’t want to waste my time if you aren’t interested in sex.”
Jesus fucking Christ!
Was she adamant about getting in trouble? Cassio wanted to set her up so he could marry her cousin, but the girl had her own plans.
I took her hand into mine and dragged her out of the ballroom and up the stairs until we were at the top floor. I booked the penthouse suite of this hotel for the trap. Except it wasn’t supposed to be with me. My brother, Cassio, wanted me to find her old boyfriend. Yeah, fuck that. I never had any intentions of finding anyone to seduce her.
I had a plan of my own. My brother was crazy if he thought I’d let anyone have this woman.
Once the door slammed behind us, I locked it and kept my stare firmly fixed on her. I didn’t know what to expect from her tonight. Okay, maybe I had an idea, but it fucking pissed me off that she had a plan of her own. To fuck another man. Just anyone.
“Get undressed,” I ordered, my voice raspy.
“What–”
I took her chin between my fingers and had her look at me. Fuck, those blue eyes. They were my vice.
“You want to be fucked,” I rasped. “So let’s do it.”
Her eyes widened behind the mask. “Seriously?”
“Get undressed, temptress.”
Her hand came to rest over her chest, her breath hitching.
Her fingers trembled as she reached for the lace of her bodice. Her movements were slow, her eyes on me. Once the laces came undone, she lowered the top and her gorgeous breasts spilled out.
She wasn’t wearing a bra. Goddamn it!
Her chest heaved with shuddering breaths, tempting me further. She dropped her dress and it pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in cherry red pumps and silk panties.
My dick twitched, hardening at the sight of her. Jesus Christ. She was like a Madonna in one of those paintings my grandfather liked to collect.
“Your turn,” she breathed. I arched an eyebrow at her request. It was another thing I loved about this woman. She was so fucking demanding. Maddening. My mind blanked. It fucking blanked at the sight of her naked body. She was gorgeous. From her graceful neck, to her generous tits, her soft hips down to her toned legs.
I shed the suit jacket, then unbuttoned my black dress shirt, and all the while my eyes were zeroed in on her. Her skin was flushed. That pale Irish skin marred with a blush everywhere I could see.
Her gaze was zeroed in on me as I discarded my shirt next. My shoes and socks followed, then my pants. She shimmied out of her panties, watching me.
“The masks stay on,” she murmured as I discarded my boxers.
“Your heels stay on,” I demanded, my voice hoarse.
When she didn’t answer, I sought out her eyes and found them zeroed in on my cock.
