Page 15 of The Sicilian’s Deal For 'I Do'

‘Yes,’ she whimpered as he reached around into his back pocket.

‘But you want me anyway?’ he prompted, and she moaned, because she hated herself for feeling that way, and hated him even more for making her admit it.

She bit down on her lip as he removed his arousal and curved his palm around the base; all she could do was stare, marvel, hunger.

‘Say that you want me,’ he demanded, the words harsh, hissed from between his teeth. With the effort of self-control.

‘Screw you,’ she muttered, those stinging tears forming on her lashes.

He arched a brow, then slid the condom into place. ‘That can be arranged.’

It was Mia who moved, sinking down over his length, tilting her back, crying out into the limousine at this new sense of fullness, of perfect, heart-stopping completion. The relief was terrifying.

She rocked up and down, moving as she needed to, pleasure building, waves speeding up, growing in intensity, until she lifted her hands and pressed them to the top of the car, arched fully, so his mouth came down on her breast through the fabric of her shirt and sucked, then bit her nipple lightly, then sucked some more, so all she wanted was to be completely naked.

‘Luca,’ she groaned as pleasure built to a fever pitch. ‘Please.’

Luca took over, gripping her bottom and moving her up and down his length, thrusting his hips off the seat, so powerful and commanding, so demanding. Mia called his name into the air. She was everywhere in the world all at once, a thousand fragments of herself scattered on the wind. She wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to go back together again—not in the same way.

He was playing a dangerous game. Dangerous because he no longer understood the rules, he knew only that having sex with Mia was the most compelling and addictive experience he’d had in a long time. Luca had been bored for years. Even his business successes were less exhilarating these days, because there was no longer the risk. He was too talented at what he did.

But with Mia, there was a charge of something that made adrenaline flood his body and he wasn’t capable of thinking and planning, he simply acted on instinct. And every instinct had been shouting at him, since he’d emerged to find her gone last night, to finish what they’d started.

But he still wasn’t finished, even as his own orgasm receded, and the world began to make sense again.

This wouldn’t be their last time together. He wouldn’t allow that. He refused to question his motives. He didn’t want to analyse why he felt this sudden need to possess the woman he’d turned his back on without regret a year earlier. Was it simply because she was about to marry another man, and some primal jealousy had reared its head? Yet he’d had other lovers who’d married, and it had never bothered Luca. Not an ounce. So maybe it all came down to unfinished business. To the fact he’d wanted Mia that night, and he’d never had her. To the fact they’d been engaged, both intending to marry when they’d made that arrangement, and yet they hadn’t. Their story deserved some completion. Was that it?

Mia, perhaps, did not agree.

She shifted, not meeting his eyes, lifting up from him and moving to the far side of the car, with a surprising amount of grace given the space constraints.

He could sense her prevarication, her doubts returning, so he did the only thing he could and pulled his phone from his pocket, firing off a quick text to his driver.

‘That shouldn’t have happened,’ Mia said, anger directed towards herself. ‘Damn you, Luca. You can’t just approach me on the street—’ A frown changed her features, pulling him back in, fascinating him all over again. He’d thought her beautiful last year—distractingly so—but he’d fought hard to keep his focus where it had belonged: on the business. Until that kiss, when he’d no longer been able to ignore the searing attraction he felt towards her, but by that point, he was already filled with so much anger about her family’s lies, he hadn’t been able to act on desire.

He looked at Mia now and saw so many different emotions flitting through her expressive eyes. They told a thousand stories; he could see how easy it would be to become enthralled by those eyes, and, much like the king in Scheherazade’s tale, to sit and listen each night, waiting for more.

Luca would never be so stupid, of course.

He knew what Mia was capable of, what her parents had embroiled her in.

‘Do you have any idea what this wedding means to me?’

‘I know what it means to your parents,’ he responded swiftly.

She narrowed her eyes. ‘Tome.’ She pressed her fingers between her full, rounded breasts.

His eyes dropped and held. He couldn’t look away. He was acting like some inexperienced teenager.

Pull yourself together.

‘I need to marry him. Anyone could have seen us just now, could have been waiting...this can’t keep happening.’

‘Why do you need to marry him?’ he demanded, curiosity warring with some other, sharper emotion. ‘Can you really be so mercenary as to commit yourself to a man you don’t know for the sake of your family’s business?’

The driver’s door closed and Mia startled, annoyed. But before she could put two and two together, the engine had started and the car pulled out into traffic, the screen between driver and passengers going up as the car moved.

‘Wait! What’s happening?’

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