CHAPTER NINE— ECSTASY

"I would like to watch you come undone. With my tongue."

I could feel the tingling sensation down there at his words, and without being able to stop myself, I squeezed my thighs between his legs. There was something hot about all of these: him on top of me, staring down at me like his next meal. In this moment, we didn't hate each other. If any stranger were to see us right now, they wouldn't mistake the lust pouring out of both of us.

But even if desire wanted me to say yes, I still had my senses. I pushed him away from me and rose from the bed. “No, thank you. I would rather kiss a toilet seat than make that happen.”

“We can arrange that,” he mumbled and I glared at him.

I huffed. “What is this anyways? Dragging me from my parents’ house and then volunteering to… you know. Don't you have billions to make?”

He chuckled, rising to his feet. My cheeks turned red when he arranged the bulge in his pants and then looked back up at me with a smirk. “Contrary to what you think, Ariadne. I am not a one man squad. I won't always be there to oversee the finances of my company that's why I employ people.”

I shrugged. “Hmmm. Could have fooled me.”

He smiled, gauging my every move. It made me feel uneasy, but I couldn't let him know he made me feel things other than hate.

“Now it makes me wonder, what other misconceptions you may have about me.”

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. “Why? Interested in what I think about you?”

“No, more like wondering. You are going to be my wife in three days, so that means there are a lot we have to know about each other.”

“Hmm,” I nodded, not buying what he was selling. This was a businessman — a billionaire for that matter— and words for him were what he used to make his big bank. “Let's see. Except for the fact that I want nothing more than to kill you? Well, it's been my dream lately to kill your nephew. After all, he put me in this predicament.”

He threw his head back in laughter, catching me off guard. Who knew that my future husband had a sense of humor? Definitely not me.

“Well, we can arrange that. In fact, I would more than love to have that arranged for you. Even though I do think that you're looking at this at the wrong side.”

I raised a brow at him. “Which is?”

“You know they saying: the devil you know is better than the Angel you don't? Maybe marrying me wouldn't be so bad.”

“I don't even know you.”

“Yet,” he corrected, taking slow steps towards me. “We can fix that starting now.” Before I could answer, he pulled me in as his lips grazed mine. “I've always wanted to do that from the first day I saw you in that party. You looked like an angel with your blonde hair and gorgeous, bright, blue eyes and warm smile.” He started feathering kisses all over my neck and cheek.

I could feel his bulge get thicker in my thigh and while one part of told me to grab it, the sensible part warned me about how much of a bad idea that was.

“You… you…” I stammered. God, he felt good. “You shouldn't be doing that, Luca. We aren't married yet.”

“We will be in three days,” he mumbled in my throat. “What's the difference between now and three days when we'll still be married? I just want to make you feel good.”

I moaned at his words. Who knew words like that were such a turn on? I wanted to fuck it all and then let him do all of those things he promised. Let him take me. Make me feel good with his tongue. Remind me what being alive feels like. I hated him but that didn't mean I couldn't use him to have a good time.

Right?

“No fucking?” I asked in-between breathy moans.

He nodded. “I promise, Principessa.”

I hesitated before saying, “okay.”

Satisfied at my answer, he pulled away from me and then led me to the bed. I lay down, my heart beating frantically at this decision I was making. I'd never done this before. Matt had been adamant about protecting my virtue. He was loyal to our tradition to a fault and I couldn't bring myself to hate him for it. In fact, right now, I was supposed to be doing the same thing.

And I almost did. Until his hand moved to my pant and pulled my jean and panties down my leg at once. Until he gently moved my thighs apart, and moaned at the sight I was sure he was seeing: me dripping wet for him. Until he bent, and inhaled my scent, before he started eating me out.

I squirmed and cursed at how good the sensations were. Praised and begged him not to stop. And when my orgasm finally came in small waves before breaking like a storm, I knew this was my new favorite hobby. Not being eaten out, but being eaten out by him.

My eyes widened at that thought. No. I couldn't be falling for him or thinking like that about him just because he's made me come for the first time in my first life. He was like every other man, no difference.

“Hmmm,” he moaned. “Who knew you tasted so good. I think now you've gotten me addicted.”

“Too bad you'll never be allowed to get your fill,” I murmured before pushing him away from me. He moved back in surprise and then offense. I bet no woman had treated him this way after he'd just brought them to ecstatic bliss.

Well, I guess there's always a first time for everything.

“That's never going to happen again, do you hear me?” I told him.

“Principessa,” he started but I caught him off.

“I just needed someone to take me off the edge and you were the perfect candidate. Now, you can leave my room and let me drown in my new reality.”

“But…”

“Don't let the door hit you on your way out,” I smiled sweetly at him.

I know I was playing with fire, but I couldn't help it. When he was around, I lost my sense of survival.

Luca said nothing, just glared at me. I could see the way he was trying to control himself, and pretending not to care, I turned to the window, giving him my back and pretended to be asleep.

Minutes later, I heard the door shut even though I could still feel his presence.