Luca still stroked my cheek as he softened in my mouth. He pulled back, his penis sliding out from between my lips. I swallowed again. Luca grabbed my arm and lifted me to my feet, his mouth crashing down on mine in a fierce kiss. He didn’t mind tasting himself on me. “I hope you remember this all day.”

***

Luca left shortly after breakfast and Gianna immediately pulled me out onto the roof terrace, away from Romero’s attentive ears.

“What’s going on? You’ve been acting strange all morning. Why didn’t you answer when I called you this morning?”

I looked away, a blush spreading on my cheeks. Gianna’s eyes shot open. “What did he do?”

“He went down on me,” I admitted.

“You let him?”

I laughed. “Yes.” More heat rose into my cheeks at the sound of eagerness in my voice.

Gianna leaned forward. “You like it?”

“I love it.”

Gianna bit her lip. “I hate thinking about you with him, but you really seem to enjoy it. I guess it has its advantages that Luca fucked every society girl in New York.”

I didn’t want to think about it.

“So how does it feel?”

“As if I’m shattering. It’s overwhelming and amazing, and I don’t know how to describe it.”

“But you didn’t sleep with him?”

I shook my head. “Not yet, but I don’t think Luca wants to wait much longer.”

“Fuck him. He can screw himself.” She narrowed her eyes. “Did he make you blow him?”

“He didn’t make me. I wanted to do it.”

Gianna looked doubtful. “And? Tell me more. You know I have to vicariously live through you. I’m so fucking tired of being under surveillance all day. I want a boyfriend. I want to have sex and have orgasms.”

I snorted. “I doubt Father will allow it.”

“I don’t intend to ask him,” Gianna said with a shrug. “I’m here now. Nobody’s stopping me from having fun, right?”

My eyes widened. “Father would kill me if I let you hook up with guys while you were here.”

“He doesn’t have to know, does he?” She shrugged again. “It’s not like I would tell him.”

I gaped, then laughed. “Well, unless you want to seduce Romero or Matteo your options are kind of limited.”

“Ugh, no. I don’t want either of them. I want a normal guy. A guy who doesn’t know who I am.”

“Well, I don’t know how we could find a guy for you.”

Gianna grinned. “How about we hit a club?”

“Romero won’t let me out of his sight after I ran away from him once. There’s no way we can escape him and go off to a club.”

Gianna contemplated this. I worried about the crazy plan she might come up with. I actually liked the idea of going out for a night of dancing. I’d always imagined how it would be to spend a night on the dance floor and let loose.

“Romero can come with us. He’s guarding you, not me. Maybe I can slip away.”

“And then what? A quickie in a restroom stall? Do you really want to experience all your firsts like that?”

Gianna glared. “At least, I’d experience them on my own terms. It would be my choice. You don’t have a choice at all. Luca and Father took them all away. I don’t get how you can be so calm about it. How can you not hate Luca?”

Sometimes I wondered that myself. “I should hate him.”

Gianna’s face crumbled. “But you don’t. Fuck, Aria, do you actually care about him? Love him?”

“Would you really prefer I hate him and be miserable?”

“He treats you like a prisoner. You don’t really believe Romero is just for your protection, right? He keeps an eye on you, so no other guy gets a piece of you.”

I knew that. “Let’s go shopping.”

“Really? That’s so trophy wife of you.”

“Shut up,” I said teasingly, wanting to light the mood. “Shopping for hot outfits for tonight. We can hit one of Luca’s clubs.”

Gianna grinned. “I want to wear something that gives guys a fucking boner from looking at me.”

***

Romero had waited outside the store while we went shopping. He’d probably checked beforehand if there was a back entrance we could use to escape. I hadn’t told him about our plan to head out to a club yet. It was better if I sprang it on him at the last moment.

Gianna whistled as I turned around so she could admire my outfit. “Holy shit. You are sex on legs. Or maybe death on legs, because Luca will probably kill every guy that looks at you the wrong way.”

I rolled my eyes. “Luca won’t kill anyone for looking.”

“Wanna bet on that?”

No, I wouldn’t. I’d never worn anything that sexy in public. The black leather pants hugged my body so tightly, they looked like a second skin. The sheer black sleeveless blouse I’d tugged into my waistband, revealed my sparkly push-up bra below.

“You don’t look too shabby either,” I said.

Gianna jumped up from my bed. “You think?” She flashed me a seductive smile. She really looked smoking hot in her black tights and black leather hot pants.

“You’re jailbait.” Good thing we didn’t have to worry about getting carded. I linked our arms and led her out of the bedroom and down the staircase. Romero was sitting on the sofa, cleaning his knife. His eyes darted up and he stilled completely. His gaze wandered over our bodies. He’d never openly stared at me.

“Are you checking us out?” I couldn’t help but tease him. He was always so controlled. This small flicker of humanness was a relief.

He stood abruptly, sheathing the knife into its holder. His eyes were again firmly focused on my face. “What’s going on?” There was a hint of strain in his voice.

I walked up to him and he actually tensed as if he thought I would jump in. That almost made me laugh. “Gianna and I want to go to Marquee.” That was one of the hottest clubs in town.

Romero shook his head. “That belongs to the Bratva.”

“Oh, what’s hottest club that belongs to the Familia then?”

Romero didn’t say anything at first. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, probably to call Luca. Something snapped in me then. I couldn’t believe he needed to ask Luca permission. I gave Gianna a look and nodded toward Romero who had started typing. She sidled up to him and actually squeezed his butt. He jumped and I used the moment to snatch his phone from him. He took a threatening step toward me, eyes blazing with anger, then he froze. “Aria,” he said. “Give it back.”

I slipped the phone into my waistband. The pants were tight enough that there wasn’t a risk of it slipping down.

Gianna stepped away from Romero, grinning. “Why don’t you shove your hand down Aria’s pants and get it. I’ll take a pic and send it to Luca.”

Romero’s eyes lingered on the shape of his phone in my pants, but I knew he wouldn’t try to get it. “This isn’t funny.”

“No it isn’t, you’re right,” I said sharply. “I’m an adult. If I tell you to take me to a club, I don’t want you to ask my husband for permission. I’m not a child, nor am I his property.”