Luca moved up my body until he bent over me, knees between my spread legs. “When will you let me take you?” he whispered harshly against my throat.

I turned to stone. Luca raised his head, eyes meeting mine. “Fuck. Why do you have to look so fucking scared when I ask you that question?”

“I’m sorry,” I said quietly. “I just need more time.”

Luca nodded, but there was a deep need in his eyes that seemed to grow every day.

I ran my hands over his chest, feeling his gun holster beneath the shirt. He sat back and I leaned forward, beginning to unbutton his shirt, revealing his toned torso and the black holster with his gun and knife. Luca took off his shirt and I opened the holster, helping him out of it. He thrust it to the ground. Matteo’s words came back to me and I ran my hands over Luca naked chest.

I pressed a kiss against Luca’s tattoo, then against the healing wound over his ribs. I brushed Luca’s nipples with my fingertips and he groaned in response. He quickly got out of his pants. I lowered my lips to his erection but paused an inch from his tip. “If you’re not quiet, I’ll stop.”

Luca’s eyes flashed. He put his hand on my head. “Maybe I won’t allow you to stop.”

“Maybe I’ll bite.”

Luca chuckled. “Have your way with me, I won’t make a sound. Don’t want to offend your sister’s virgin ears.”

“What about my virgin ears?” I kissed his tip.

“You shouldn’t still be one,” Luca said in a low voice. I took his erection into my mouth to distract him. He made a sound deep in his throat, then quieted as I took care of him.

I pulled back again before he came.

After he’d cleaned himself, Luca spooned me.

“I’m sorry for what your cousin did,” I said into the darkness.

“I should have known better than to trust anyone. Trust is a luxury people in my position can’t afford.”

You can trust me, I wanted to say because he could. No matter how much I tried to fight it, I had fallen for him. “Life without trust is lonely.”

“Yes, it is.” He kissed the back of my neck, then we fell silent.

***

Luca was asleep when I woke, his body wrapped around mine, his hardness pressing against my lower back. I untangled myself and slipped into the bathroom. It wasn’t late yet, but Gianna was an early riser and I couldn’t wait to spend the day with her. I took a long shower, feeling more awake already. I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself, then went back into the bedroom. Luca sat on the edge of the bed but got up when I entered. His erection jutted out. I gave him a teasing smile as he curled his fingers over my hipbones. “Hard again?”

He growled. “I’m always hard for you. One day my balls are going to explode.”

I could hear movement somewhere in the apartment, then a curse. Gianna was awake. “I should go to her.”

“Oh no, you won’t,” Luca rasped. He kissed me possessively and I stood on my tiptoes to make it easier for him. One kiss couldn’t hurt, but the way Luca was grinding himself against me I knew he wanted more than a kiss. He turned me around and pulled me flush against his chest so his erection pressed into my back.

I gasped. We were facing the floor length mirror across from the bed. Luca gripped the towel and pulled it down, leaving me naked. He kissed my throat, eyes on me through the mirror. His strong hands traveled up my sides and cupped my breasts. He captured my nipples between his forefinger and thumb, and twirled them. My lips parted and a soft moan escaped.

I could hear Gianna coming up the stairs toward our floor. Oh god.

Luca pinched my nipples, then tugged. I closed my eyes at the delicious sensation that swept through me. He peppered my throat and collarbone with kisses and licks while his hand slid down the valley between my breasts, over my stomach and between my thighs. Gianna stopped outside of our bedroom. Luca flicked his thumb over my clit and I bit down on my lip to stop myself from moaning.

“Aria? Are you awake?”

“Your sister is a fucking nuisance,” Luca muttered in my ear, then licked the skin below before sucking it. His index finger slid between my folds, then entered me. I exhaled. “But you’re so fucking wet, principessa.” A new wave of wetness pooled between my legs. “Yes,” Luca growled into my ear. His eyes bored into me in the mirror and I couldn’t look away. His finger slipped in and out of me, spreading my wetness all over my folds.

I couldn’t believe he was making me watch him fingering me. I couldn’t believe how much it turned me on. His fingers pinched my nipple again, harder this time and I could feel it all the way in my clit. I whimpered.

“Aria?” Gianna hammered against the door. God, she wouldn’t stop. I tried to pull away. This was wrong. I couldn’t do this with my sister outside of the door. Luca smirked, his grip on me tightening. His second hand moved down and rubbed my clit while his other kept slipping in and out of me. I was spiraling out of control. His lips crashed down on mine, swallowing my moans as pleasure washed over me. My legs spasmed and I rocked myself against Luca’s hands as I came hard. Luca didn’t stop moving his hands, even as I tried to step away. Instead he pushed against my shoulders until I leaned forward, my hands coming up to support me against the mirror. My eyes grew wide when he knelt behind me, palming my butt and then spreading me. And then his tongue was there, sliding over my folds. He licked the entire length of me. I tensed when his tip slid along my back entrance and he quickly returned his mouth to my clit. I lost all sense of myself, even as I heard Gianna’s insistent knocking and her occasional calls. All that mattered was Luca’s tongue as it drove me higher and higher. This had to be wrong, but it felt too good. I bit the inside of my cheek and as pain and pleasure mingled my second orgasm crashed over me. My legs gave way and I fell to my knees beside Luca, panting and gasping, and hoping Gianna couldn’t hear it.

I glared at Luca, but he smirked, hunger on his face. He stood, and his erection twitched. I watched as he began stroking himself in front of my face. I knew what he wanted. I parted my lips and he slid his tip in. The saltiness of his pre-cum spread on my tongue. I couldn’t believe I was blowing Luca with Gianna close by, but the wrongness of it turned me on even more. What was wrong with me? Luca caressed my cheek as his other hand cupped the back of my head. His eyes never left me as he slowly slid in and out of my mouth. I wasn’t sure why I liked it, but I did.

“You’re so beautiful, Aria,” he murmured, pushing a bit deeper into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his tip and he exhaled sharply, so I did it again.

Gianna’s step receded down the stairs but I kept sucking Luca, slow and sensually. Luca’s hand guided me, a light pressure against my head. I sucked him faster, increasing the pressure of my lips. “Cup my balls.”

I did. I loved how soft they felt in my palm. Luca rocked his hips faster. “I want to come in your mouth, principessa,” he said harshly. I wasn’t sure if that was something I’d like, but Luca didn’t mind tasting me down there, so I should at least give it a try. I nodded and sucked him deeper into my mouth. Luca growled, his hips bucking faster. After a few more thrusts, he came in my mouth. I swallowed. It tasted strange and was more than I’d thought it would be but it wasn’t exactly bad.