Page 103 of The Silence Lies

Lifting my head, I glare at him; sharper this time, deadlier. “Of all times, you decide now that you’re going to keep your opinion to yourself?”

Luca pushes away from the couch, rounding my desk to spin my chair around.

I’m facing him now, looking up at his muscular form, his suit fitting perfectly against his body. I’m still in my oversized tee because my father’s call woke me before I had the chance to shower.

“What can I say,” he shrugs, cupping my cheek. “I’m starting to listen to what you want.”

I don’t miss the hidden message in those words. Something about the way he gazes at me with fire in his eyes has me clenching my thighs. I’m instantly taken back to last night, when I got to share myself with both Levi and Luca. More intimate thoughts surface of being underneath each of them while the other feasted on me, darker thoughts of Luca fucking my mouth the way he desired, rather than accepting what I could give him.

Holy fuck. It was so hot that I’m getting wet just thinking about it again.

Luca must sense the change in my demeanor because he leans forward, sweetly brushing the hair away from my face like he did last night to whisper into my ear. “I know what you want, and it isn’t my opinion on Greco’s men.”

I shiver at his insinuation, my body betraying any attempt at remaining stoic.

“And what is it I want?” I challenge, standing up to press my chest against his.

All of the sudden, the room twists and tilts. My chest hits the desk as Luca leans over my back, wrapping his hand around my throat. It’s light, barely there, but I still feel the fear crawl up my spine.

“You want the chaos, to lose the control,” he reminds me, his presence looming over me. His proximity is so heavy it’s comforting. “You want someone to take it for a while, ease the burden.” He runs his palm over my back, landing on my ass to give it a light squeeze.

I’m only wearing little shorts; one effortless tug and I’d be exposed to anyone. Thankfully, it’s just Levi and Luca in the house, with Giovanni lingering somewhere nearby— hopefully the pool house if this moment turns into something else.

“You want someone to be in control for once. Isn’t that right, Dolcezza?” His gravelly tone has my toes curling. The delicious intonation and the way he uses my pet name does something to my insides.

I swallow thickly, taking in a deep breath when he runs his fingers between my thighs.

“Tell me I’m wrong, Dolcezza.”

I shake my head. I can’t. In some way that’s exactly what I want. The need for control isn’t for me, but for someone else. Anybody else but me. For once, I want someone to tell me what I want, what I need. Just once, I don’t want to be in charge.

Luca’s warmth envelopes me again as he cages me between his body and the desk, his hot breath skating over my cheek. The faint scent of coffee lingers, but it’s his aftershave, the hint of mint on his breath that has an embarrassing moan escaping my throat.

“I thought so,” he grins, kissing my cheek. His palm runs over my ass again, this time dipping underneath my shorts to my bare skin. He brushes a knuckle over my entrance, the betrayal of my desire coating his fingers. “So fucking wet,” he growls.

“Luca,” I rasp, choking on the dryness of my throat.

“Let me take control, Sera.” It’s more of a command than a plea, but I nod regardless of who I am to him. It’s not about me being his boss or that he’s my enforcer. It’s not about taking charge, but maintaining control.

He slips my shorts over my ass and down my legs, my bare pussy now exposed to the elements.

A shiver wracks my shoulders as the cold air fills the space Luca has created.

“Stay where you are, Dolcezza.” I hear the chair behind me creak, and as I look over my shoulder, I see Luca leaning back in it, admiring the view of my behind. Delicately, he runs a fingertip up the back of my thigh. When he reaches my ass, he grabs it harshly, letting go just as sharply.

I hiss out, my head dropping between my shoulders. It’s delightfully painful; the anticipation blending with the abrupt touches. It isn’t the first time I’ve submitted to someone. I’m more than aware of how this goes. But this moment between Luca and I is different. I’m willing, not forced. I’m impatient and Luca knows exactly what he’s doing. There’s no taking what isn’t his. There’s no abuse or degradation, this is all sensual, imploring me to give in little by little.

I’m being lulled into submission and I’m loving every second of it. Every touch of Luca’s fingers, every hot breath that skates over my exposed skin, even the way he breaks contact has my pussy getting wetter. And yet, all of this is out of my control.

Luca palms my ass cheeks with two hands, spreading them to run his tongue over my entrance.

It takes me by surprise, shock warring with pleasure as I drop my face to the cold desk, desperate for another stroke of his expert tongue. After last night, I’m more than aware of what he can do, and the prospect of having it again has me breathless with excitement.

“Luca,” I whimper.

“Control,” he reminds me. “You don’t need it here.”

I nod as he slides a finger inside my soaked pussy, stifling a moan. It feels so damn good. I know his cock would feel even better, but I want this. I want all that Luca has to offer me right now because he understands.

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