Page 155 of Savior

He snags it away from me, rolling his eyes.

There’s a blush on his cheeks that has me determined, though, and I unbuckle and slide over the seat, wrestling him for the card, winning out in the end.

“Fetishlife?” I ask, reading the card with only a website written on its surface.

I eye Luca, and his cheeks only redden further.

“It’s a website that’ll show us where all the local underground clubs and sex parties are.”

I laugh uncontrollably. “Why would Ardesia Ricci hand you this?”

I remember how he’d looked at Luca, too, as if he was handing him the keys to the city.

Luca throws his hands up, nervous energy reaching across the bench seat and prickling across my skin. “Because I stupidly mentioned how I was fucked from the first time I had a dream about you to him…”

I gasp. “The dream about the cross?”

“Yes, that one. I shouldn’t have told him. Now he thinks I’m like them and would like to become an exhibitionist.”

I bite my lip, looking at the card and storing the website in my memory bank for later. Just in case, Luca takes the card and throws it away.

“Well… I mean, there would be crosses?” I ask him nervously.

Now, a blush tinges on my own cheeks as he stops fidgeting and looks over at me.

“Wait… Are you into this? You’d like to…go?” His pupils constrict before blowing wide, and I press my thighs together as the air between us crackles as if there’s a lightning storm brewing between us.

“I am. Though I’d love to be the one on the cross, I think I’d love even more to be the one in control.”

Luca laughs, scrubbing his hand over his face.

“What?” I ask, shoving the card into my purse now that he’s not paying me attention at my admission.

“Nothing. I can see you going all madam on me. You’ve got that kind of energy. When I came to the club—the one you worked at…” He swallows, amusement washing off his face as the air crackles again.

“What?” I whisper, sliding closer to him.

“When I came to the club, I was astounded at how well you commanded a room. With one look and a few flutters of those beautiful hips, you had men ready to crawl to you.”

“And were you one of them, Father Russo?” I ask, edging closer and hovering my face inches from his.

His breathing speeds, his hand inching over my thigh, squeezing and driving me wild. “I was.”

“Mmm,” I graze my lips over his, teasing him, “maybe I’d like to see you crawl for me.”

“Now, little dove, leave me some of my dignity, will you?” he breathes against my lips.

Now, my breathing is erratic, and my hearing is filled with nothing but the pounding beats of my heart like a snare drum.

“Never,” I answer, pressing forward and losing myself in how he responds to my kiss.

We’re broken apart only by the halting of the car at the curb of our building, and I rub my hand over his erection and drink in his response.

“Tell me we can go to one of these places. That you’ll let me have you any way I like,” I plead, pressing my thighs together and feeling my wetness seep into my panties.

“Little dove, you can take me anywhere and use me however you’d like. You know that already without asking,” he answers.

I smirk. “Good boy.”

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