Page 26 of De Luca: The Sinister Game

Leaning forward, I kiss her, making her taste herself on my tongue. Some women aren’t into this, but mine is. She sucks on my tongue, taking her flavor from me, and within seconds, my dick is ready to burst into my pants.

“Come on, baby.”

She lays there appearing sated with a smirk on her face, “What if I’m not hungry?”

I raise an eyebrow in annoyance. “You will eat. Or there will be severe consequences. Besides, you’re going to need the sustenance to get through tonight.”

While I have no problem sharing my little toy with my brother, I’m happy to get to spend time alone with her.

“Why is that?” She asks innocently, as if she doesn’t know.

Rubbing my thumb over her bottom lip, I groan when she bites the digit.

I chuckle lightly. “I’m going to fuck until you can no longer stay awake. Then when you finally fall asleep, I’m going to fuck you again. Now let's go.”

Helping her up, I open the door and get out and help her to the street.

La Fontaine is a restaurant my brother Damian owns. Under normal circumstances, I might be concerned about him dropping in and seeing us together, but I know he's busy with Domenic and Dante tonight.

Her eyes sparkle as she smiles widely. “This is Kat’s favorite restaurant. I’ve heard so much about it.”

This entire thing started because I simply wanted to fuck her. Natalia’s happiness was never part of the equation. Yet seeing her smile like this makes me wonder if I could have the impossible. Then I remember her words, “You’ll never have my heart.”

She would be right to keep that from me. Long-term commitments are not my thing. I’ll never be able to give her what she needs. Maybe my brother can, but I can’t. I will need to let her go, but not yet. For tonight, she’s mine, only mine.

CHAPTER 21

NATALIA

This meal with Drake is anxiety inducing. I have food issues, and the thought of eating like a pig in front of him is devastating. I know he doesn’t love me and never will, but the way he looks at me like he’s constantly dying to fuck me is addicting. Relax Natalia. I’ll get a chicken salad or something light like that. No carbs. Whoever created carbohydrates should be killed. They were probably created by Satan himself. The more you eat, the more you crave.

We walk through the restaurant and go into a private dining room. He pulls out a chair for me, and I take a seat before he pushes my chair in. I hide my surprise at his chivalrous behavior. It’s unexpected but pleasant just the same.

He takes a seat across from me and I ask, “I assume someone will bring a menu?”

Shaking his head, he says, “No. I’ll be ordering for you. I don’t need a menu because I have it memorized.”

“I just want a salad.”

He chuckles, “You aren’t a fucking rabbit, Pretty Girl. There’s one rule tonight, only one. Do as you’re fucking told.”

Lowering my gaze to the table, I practically beg, “Drake, please.”

The waitress appears and I realize quickly he won’t relent as he orders.

“Two glasses of red wine, you know my preference. Grilled medium steaks for two, along with mashed potatoes, seasonal vegetables and a selection of bread, please.”

He arches an eyebrow in my direction. “And a side salad for my little bunny.”

Drake seems to have the impression that I like salad, which I guess it’s okay, but that’s not why I wanted one.

The waitress walks away and he instantly questions me as he sits back in his chair, “You aren’t happy with what I ordered for you?”

I shrug like it doesn’t matter, but to me, it does. “It’s fine, just so many carbs.”

He places his hand over mine. “You don’t like them?”

I laugh a little louder than I mean to, “Drake, I’ve never met a carb I didn’t like. That’s the problem honestly. I’m trying to be less of a pig.”

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