Chapter 0004

LUCIANO

She was embarrassed, yes, but equally aroused. It was clear from the way her panties were drenched. I wanted to taste her right on the terrace, but I could not. I wanted to see her in the light, see her perfect body, every curve and crevice after I undressed her.

I held her hand, so soft and tiny against mine, and led her down the emergency stairs while she… hid behind my broad structure. She feared someone or perhaps every member of the Cosa Nostra, every one of Adonis’s men. My presence did not console her; given this was not my domain. The place was crawling with Matteo Rossi’s men.

We went straight to my suite on the fifth floor. Good, that I was not sharing the room with Pietro or this would have turned into a horror movie for sure.

Pietro hated my ways. My little bro was a one-woman man, which I found ironic, especially because of the world we lived in. Not that he was a virgin. He had to lose it to a whore our father had set up for him long before his initiation, just to prove he was a man. At fifteen. Whether or not he had fucked that whore was still a mystery and none of my fucking concern.

I whirled around to observe Rose, and my breath hitched. The darkness of the night hid her perfection. Long golden hair. Pink and extremely kissable, luscious lips. It was a true shame that I had not noticed her before.

She did not meet my eyes as she gracefully made her way to the tea table in one corner of the room and placed the bottle of whiskey and her purse on it.

“Have you changed your mind about this?” I asked, inching toward her. Her back was to me, but our eyes connected through the dark glass windows.

“This is the fourth time you’ve asked me this.” She finally turned around to me and said, “If you ask one more time, I might just have to reconsider.”

Her eyes—the colour of them was somewhere between hazel and amber, a shade I had not seen before. Her ivory skin looked so pure and unblemished. It was a clear sign that she had been raised behind a gilded cage.

Now, she was free. She did not want to go back.

Her lips bent to a smile and she stepped forward to wrap her hands around my shoulders. The little stunt we had pulled on the terrace had emboldened her. My hands slid to her back and I landed my lips on hers. She parted them immediately with no hesitation for me to sweep my tongue in. I trotted toward the bed with her, pushing her until her back was pressed to the soft mattress of the bed.

“For the last time, are you going to tell me who you are, Rose?” I asked, desperate to know who she was, to know who she feared, to know who she belonged to. “The mystery is killing me.”

“Maybe it’s time you face a woman who can keep you on your toes, De Luca.” The newfound confidence in her was breathtaking.

Her body stiffened when I sat on my haunches and unbuttoned my shirt. I was desperate to know what she thought because the way she looked at me, and the softness in her eyes, made it difficult for me to rush things with her.

I was a rough man. Sex had always meant one thing for me—leisure. And once it was over, I was gone for good, which was why I only went for whores and women who knew what they would get out of a mutual agreement with me, which was good sex with zero attachments and expectations.

This woman in front of me was not like those I fucked. She was not even close. Yet, I wanted to ravage her.

I pushed all my thoughts aside and shook my head. Her gaze zeroed in on my chest the moment I yanked my shirt off, the look of lust replacing g whatever she had in her mind. Carefully and delicately, she placed her fingertips on my chest, taking her lower lips between her teeth.

“What are you thinking?”

She shook her head. “Nothing. Just admiring.”

I leaned in, my cheeks brushing against hers and whispered into her ears, “You’re exquisite, Rose. Has anyone ever told you that?”

I pulled back to watch her throat bob and groaned as I pressed my crotch against her pussy, the heat between her thighs making me throb.

Kissing her again, I tugged and nibbled on her lips before moving down to her neck. She tilted her head to the side for me and I licked her pulse point, making her hold a moan. Her body was tight with nervousness, but I knew just how to make her want more, want me.

Hooking my hands under the straps of her dress, I pulled them down, revealing the white strapless bra hugging her firm tits, her nipples pinned against the fabric. I nuzzled her hardened nipples over the bra, leaving her dress hallowed around her waist.

I looked up to meet her hooded eyes and asked, “May I?”

She gave a hesitant nod and arched, allowing me to reach between her and the mattress and unhook her bra. The moment it loosened, she hugged herself, uncertainty and dilemma filling her gaze.

Slowly moving her hand and then her bra, I admired her round pink bud, aching for attention. I wrapped my lips around them and her hand grasped my shoulder. She did not know whether to push me away or to pull me in.

Her breathing became ragged with every lick, sip, and bite I took. She slowly adjusted to my touches and began grounding herself against my cock. I could not hold it anymore. Neither did I have the power to stop.

I held her hips in a bruising hold and pulled her dress up; the material gathering around her waist. Her lace panties matched her bra, chic and sexy, but nothing pleased me more than the sight of that lace glistening and stuck to her core.

“Fuck!” I gritted, untangling her legs from around me.

Giving a glance at her face to check if she was okay, I peeled the lace off her. Trimmed dirty blonde hair covered the mound of her sex, and her opening was damp from her arousal.

“I can’t believe how perfect you are even down here,” I lifted my gaze to her eyes, “especially down here.”

I descended her petite figure, only to stop between her legs. The look in her eyes conveyed what she needed. She would know the true meaning of being devoured today. Her body jerked as I made the first flick. I could not help but smirk against her heady pussy.

I dragged my tongue up to her clit, making her head roll back. Snaking my hands around her thighs, I sprawled her legs to part her wet lips more. The pain in my briefs was unbearable but I wanted a good taste of her before moving forward. I ate her with desperation as if she was the last meal of my life, but even so, there was much patience from my side. I was not best known for my patience.

Her hands raked into my hair and her hips rose, allowing me to bury my face deeper and have her exactly the way I wanted. Fuck! My ex was in one of the rooms right now, and here I was, intoxicated by a woman I did not even know.

Her breathing turned uneven and her back arched. Her clit tightened and the entirety of her quaked. She tried to purse her lips to subdue her moans, but her control broke and the unrestrained sounds of pleasure leapt out.

“Come for me,” I breathed against her sweet pussy.

I rubbed her bud with my thumb, stroked her opening and laved her juices with my tongue before pushing it in. Her channel was tight, but her wetness made it easier for me to glide in and out. Within seconds, her orgasm crashed through her. She looked down at me, her chest heaving and lips parted as I made a few more flicks on her clit to prolong her trembles.

I hauled myself up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Quickly unbuckling my belt, I pulled my cock out. I did not bother to remove my pants as they hung around my butt. A part of me did not want to get away from the warmth of our bodies or the feeling gripping every corner of my insides. Placing my erection on her entrance, I pushed in.

Every man had rules and morals they abided by in our line of work. I had rules associated with everything in my life. One of the unbreakable ones was that I never fucked virgins.

My body halted when her channel swathed around me. Tighter than I had imagined. Rose’s eyes widened and a small, pitchy cry escaped her lips. It was not a sound of pleasure but of pure pain and discomfort. My eyes searched hers but she twisted her head away to avoid my gaze.

Propping my weight on my hands, I pushed my hips back and pulled out of her. Shock took over me, seeing the tip of my cock smeared with a tinge of red and pink.

Her blood.

The woman under me, the one I wanted to ravage, was a virgin.

What the fuck had I done?