Page 57 of Luciano (Belles & Mobsters 1)

We worked out a few more details, and Giuseppe was on his way.

“Well, I’m going to get going too,” I told them tiredly. I headed for the door, glancing over my shoulder. “Thanks for your help. You guys enjoy the rest of your night.”

Luciano actually chuckled. “You are not going anywhere alone. I’ll take you home.”

I rolled my eyes noting amused expressions on Luca’s and Cassio’s faces. “I am quite capable of going places alone.”

“I am sure you are, but I’ll be taking you home regardless. And stop rolling your eyes.”

I rolled my eyes again, just to make a statement. Although my lips curved into a smile on their own, with a stupid excitement at challenging him. Maybe I got off at challenging him. His big arm wrapped around my waist as he nudged me out of Cassio’s office.

“Good night, you two. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Luca mused.

“Or maybe you shouldn’t do what my brother would do,” Cassio drawled, with a grin on.

“Whatever.” Those two totally had the wrong idea.Didn’t they?

Then why did I feel this longing ache between my thighs?

Luciano’s arm around me, we walked through the nightclub, glances thrown our way from all corners. He didn’t pay attention to anyone but me, his steps rushed. Like the club would be set on fire at any second.

“Slow down, Luciano.”

The moment we were outside, his body pressed against mine, cornering me against the wall. He had a gun underneath his sophisticated Brioni suit, ruthlessness dressed up. He might have looked like a businessman, but he was a cobra ready to strike.

His body pressed against mine, his heat seeping into every pore of me.

His lips were barely an inch from mine, when he rasped. “Next time I see any man touch my wife, I’ll cut off each one of their fingers,” he growled. “One. By. Fucking. One. And then I’ll slice their hands. After that, I’ll gut them. Nice and slow.”

I watched the burning inferno and fury in his eyes. He had always been possessive; but this was a whole new level. Desire pooled between my thighs. My body shouldn’t be reacting this way. My lips parted on their own, a rush of blood ringing in my ears. I was turned on, unlike ever before.

“I-I was just dancing,” my voice was breathless. I nervously licked my lower lip. “I needed to get that will.”Why was I justifying myself?“Besides, I’m practically not your wife anymore.”

Even as those words left my mouth, I pushed off the wall, wanting to feel every ounce of his body flushed against mine.

He groaned and pressed his pelvis against my lower belly. He was hard, his cock straining against his pants and now against the thin of the dress material.

“Does this feel like you are not my wife?”

Oh my God. My chest would explode any minute. I had no idea how my hands found themselves under his suit jacket, my palms against his chest. My head swam with desire, drunk on it.

The moment I felt my husband’s mouth on my neck, a loud moan escaped me.

“That’s right,” his lips moved over my overly sensitive skin. “You are mine.”

His lips left a trail of the sweetest searing sensation. He nipped; he kissed; he licked. I felt his hands on my ass, pulling me harder against him.

“Luciano-” My voice was breathless, slutty. I didn’t care. I wanted my husband. “Please.”

“Ahm, sir,” a voice came from the distance but I didn’t care.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, my hands fisting his shirt in my grip, pulling him closer.

He sucked on my neck. “Fuck, you smell good.”

“Sir?” The same voice again.

Luciano raised his head, my eyes watched him through heavy eyelids. I felt drunk, but it had nothing to do with alcohol.

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