Chapter 9: Let Me See

Luca’s POV

I left her with a gentle kiss to her cheek. If only she knew how I wished I could consume her without being gentle.

But that's not the side of me I'd like her to see… for now.

I went up to my room, slumped on the couch, and closed my eyes. Not trying to think of anything in particular. Just wanted to forget the world for a while.

I thought about the attack on my shipment, wondering if Emilio or Fabby had something. If they did, they would have reached out.

Thought of the night I met Maria, then how all of sudden she's here in her house. I had made it happen.

“What would she do if she found out?”

How would she though?

And even if she did, I could make up something. She has to stay.

I got up and went straight to my large bathroom. I looked at the blank screen, wondering what Maria was probably doing.

I should probably let her sleep, she had a boring day.

But what if sleeping was what she's been doing all day and now she couldn't.

As these thoughts and concerns ran through my mind, I undressed myself.

And something about undressing made my body fluster.

I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me. And within a split second, I found myself turning on the screen on the bathroom wall. I didn't even watch it turn on. I just went into the empty bathtub. Turning the water on.

As the water fills the tub, I see Maria. Just laying on her bed, heads up. Doing nothing, just staring at the ceiling.

I wondered what she was thinking about but not long after, she got up and headed to the bathroom.

I watched her tug the shirt she was wearing up as she moved toward the bathroom. She paused at the mirror, touched her face, then ran a hand through her hair.

She didn’t look like she was just trying to get used to the place anymore. I could tell she's starting to like the room. Or so I believe.

She undressed now, removing everything she was wearing including her undies. Just seeing those undies sent a feeling down my body.

I wondered what it scented like.

I didn’t mean to look more. But I did. The water now getting past my navel.

Maria's skin was smooth and golden in the low lights, her curves soft and tempting. She walked into the stream of the shower and tilted her head back, letting the water slide down her body. My throat tightened.

What are you thinking about inthere, little doll?

She leaned against the tiled wall and closed her eyes. Her lips parted slightly. Her hand brushed her neck, then slid down between her breasts. Was she…?

No. I leaned closer.

She stood there a while, still. Too still.

When she finally stepped out, she wrapped a towel around herself lazily and dried her hair with another. And then she walked into the bedroom.

I told myself that was enough and reminded myself of our age difference. I should probably turn the screen off, infact, I should probably take this whole screen away from here.

But I didn’t. I watched on.

She dropped the towel.

She wasn’t trying to be seductive. That’s what made it worse. She was just… herself. And somehow that was far more dangerous.

She pulled on the shirt again and climbed into bed. But she didn’t sleep.

She shifted under the covers, restless. Her hand moved to her thigh, then without warning, her hand was between her legs.

God help me.

My breath caught.

Maria… What are you doing?

But I knew exactly what she was doing. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her back arched just slightly. I could barely see beneath the blanket, but I didn’t need to. Her face—her flushed cheeks, parted lips, the little sigh she let out—told me everything.

I shouldn’t be watching this. I shouldn’t be watching her.

I told myself to get up. To shut it down. To finish my bath and leave.

But I didn’t.

I leaned back against the tub, the water now and I didn't even realise how I turned it off but I did. I layed there in the tub staring at the screen like a starving man. My body betrayed me—hard and desperate and hungry. For her. For the way she made the world fade out. For how real she was in a world full of lies.

I let my hand go down between my legs as well, holding my hard member. I didn't stroke, I just held it. Somehow that didn't make me feel too bad. I just closed my eyes and tried to relax.

I told myself I wasn't doing anything. It was normal, I saw a beautiful woman, naked, pleasuring herself and I got excited but I didn't do anything.

When I thought I had relaxed well enough, I opened my eyes and checked the screen but she was no longer there.

The bed was now empty.

She was gone.

I straightened up in the tub, pulled my hand away from my member, fast. Shame crawled up my throat as my hard member shrunk.

Where the hell did she go?

I reached for the remote control and switched cameras. Nothing in the hallway.

And then, I heard three soft knocks on my outside door.

I didn't need to ask or think too much.

I already knew.

I already knew it was her.