Treachery

Luca is going to hate me for this.

I know it.

She doesn’t.

It’s another stolen opportunity, another moment when I had the chance to do the right thing, to say the right thing, to stop acting like the bastard I am and arrange the pieces of this game in the right order.

I had every intention of telling her the truth, of walking downstairs, kicking everybody out and then confessing what I’ve done, why I’ve done it and what I plan to do to fix it.

But then I saw her.

Chickened out.

Walked into the kitchen with this strange weight on my shoulders I’ve never felt before.

After booting the guys out the door, I sat down in the living room wondering where the hell she’d gone. My head felt heavy. My chest constricted. Every muscle locked over my body because I’m not the type of guy who confesses to his games.

I’m the type who keeps playing them to the bitter end.

Dragging her to my lap, I’d known I’d lie again.

That I’d steal this.

Steal her.

But then the truth actually fell over my lips for once. She’ll hate me again. Probably more than she ever has.

No, it wasn’t a full confession like it should have been, but it was a warning.

My mouth claimed hers after she practically dared me, my hands locking down on Luca’s body with the need to devour, to taste, to fucking feast on a woman that drives me insane.

I can’t help myself with her.

And the fucked-up truth is that I’ve never been in control when it comes to Luca.

That pisses me off more than anything.

And turns me on.

She wiggles over my lap trying to rush me along. I press my thumb into the soft spot next to her hip, gri

My eyes pin hers.

“Stay still.”

Confusion crinkles the skin between Luca’s eyes, and I fight not to smile.

She won’t push me faster than I want this to go. Because if this is the last taste I’ll have of her, I want to savor it.

“Take off your shirt.”

“Bossy,” she jokes.

I glance down at my naked chest and back to her. “It’s only fair.”

She rolls her eyes but does as she’s told, her body stretching out before me as she tugs it up and off her arms, her tits spilling over the cups of her bra as her eyes meet mine again.

Ru

My gaze snaps up to trap hers, brow cocking. “Your bra?”

Another roll of her eyes and I want to bite her for it. I love when she mocks me. When she’s defiant. When those pretty lips of hers open to tell me exactly what she thinks.

Her chest teases my face as she reaches to unhook her bra, my teeth trapping my bottom lip as she peels it off and reveals her body to me.

Splaying my hand over her spine, I pull her forward, my greedy as fuck mouth sucking in the tip of her breast, tongue exploring the hard nipple as her hands dive into my hair.

Whimpers fall from her lips, and it makes me crave her more. Those sounds are mine. Her body is mine. Everything about her belongs to me.

I push her back and take a slow look down her body, my fingers dragging down from her throat and between her breasts. My fingers tease the i

“Ta

Luca shivers again as I trace a line down the center of her stomach, my hand sliding from her hip to her lower back so I can lean her away from me.

Holding her in place, my arm locked to keep her from falling, I drag my mouth down to kiss the line of her ribs, lower to circle her navel, lower still so I can run the tip of my tongue along the line of her jeans across her waist.

Blowing softly over her skin, I feel her tremble, another whimper falling from her lips.

“You taste better when you’re like this.” My eyes look up the line of her body to watch her face.

“Like how?”

“Obedient.”

She glowers at me as I unbutton her jeans and pull the zipper down, my mouth quirking into a smirk, my thumb teasing her panties lower as I press a kiss to her skin.

I work my way back up, kissing and tasting, teasing and nipping, sucking the taut peak of her breast into my mouth as my thumb slides down to circle her clit.

“Oh...”

She leans into my mouth, giving herself to me, to what I want. To what I fucking need.

“Stand up.”

“What?”

Luca is breathless. Wanton. Confused because her body has taken over and short-circuited her brain.

Our eyes meet. “Stand up.”

I expect her to argue because that’s what she does, but instead she obeys. Pushing to her feet, she holds onto my shoulders to balance herself as I slip my fingertips beneath the waistband of her jeans and panties to drag them both down her hips.

Stepping out of them, she bares herself to me, and it’s like unwrapping a gift. I waste no time leaning forward to bite at her stomach, one hand gripping her bare ass as the other fights to unbutton my pants and shove them down my legs.

When she straddles me again, she moves to notch my cock at her body, but I grab her ass with both hands and hold her still.

“Slow down.”

“Why?”

I smile at that and meet her stare. “Because I’m enjoying myself at the moment.”

“By torturing me?”

“Exactly.”

Another lie. I’m doing this because I have no idea if she’ll let me do it again. I’ve never told the truth before. Never confessed to my crimes.

I’ve never cared when the end game happened and my opponent learned what I’d done.

I care now.

And I hate it.

One hand releases her ass to palm her full tit and Luca surprises me when she presses into the touch, her mouth claiming mine as her hands cup my cheeks, her body rocking over my lap.

When she grips my cock and rubs a thumb over the tip, I growl into her mouth. Fucking lose it. I punish her with my teeth as she strokes the shaft, my eyes drifting down to watch her.

Two can play that game.

Sliding my other hand down, I rub a thumb over her clit, fast and hard, dipping down to tease her slit before pulling up again to drive her crazy. Her body arches toward me, moans crawling up her throat as I push her to the very edge before slowing down again.

Her hand grips harder, and she strokes faster, and I watch with fascination as we toy with each other.

Luca wins the battle so easily when she presses her hot mouth to my ear and whispers, “Please fuck me.”

Fucking hell...

I can’t wait anymore. Now after she tortured me by begging.

Lifting her, I position her body over mine and sink her down slowly, her legs tight against my thighs, her tits sliding down my chest. She kisses me again as she begins to move, her hands gripping my shoulders as our tongues dance.

This woman is exquisite.

Moving my mouth to her ear, I breathe against the shell. She moans, and I grin.

“This sweet cunt is mine. I hope you know that.  I’ll kill any son of a bitch who touches it.”

She shivers against me, holds on tighter while I keep whispering, my voice rough.

“No matter where you run, I’ll find you. And I’ll drag you back, kicking and screaming.”