Page 70 of Kissing the Villain

After I came, he pulled out, flipped me over, and hooked my legs around his back. Luca took control, his cock so deep inside me that I felt his long, hard length everywhere. He held me in his arms, squeezing the life out of me, almost as if he were saying goodbye.

“Don’t go there,” I whispered into the crook of his neck. “Stay with me, Luca. Please, baby, I need you, too. We need each other.”

My words sparked something inside him. The tension in his body subsided with every thrust, and as my back crashed against the mirror, my eyes met his.

He looked wild and feral, like an animal on the hunt. I could tell he was about to crawl back into the darkness. He could tip over the edge any second, lost to the madness dancing through his beautiful mind.

“I’m yours, Luca,” I whispered. “Don’t let go.”

His tongue aggressively swept into my mouth, stealing one kiss after another, claiming me like he needed my last breath to survive. Plagued by whatever he’d done tonight, I let him use me for his twisted purposes, forgetting about our issues for the moment.

I closed my eyes and scraped my nails along his skin. Luca growled as I clawed at his back, biting his lip as we fought a silent war. He responded by pounding my pussy as if he were trying to imprint his dick into me. Luca fucked me so hard I was numb to the pain, drowning in an endless sea of orgasms as his cum filled me.

Long after our bodies relaxed and our breaths steadied, we held onto each other, afraid words would ruin the moment.

He rested his sweaty forehead against mine. “Drea, I know you hate me. But you have to marry me. It’s the only way I can keep you safe.”

30

ALEX

After the hotsex with Luca, I only saw Marcello. We ate meals together, sat on the patio overlooking the bay, and some nights, he watched me paint. He even woke me from my bad dreams and rocked me back to sleep. I liked him, and that was dangerous for both of us. Because despite Luca’s absence, he was always watching.

On Wednesday morning, Marcello announced we were leaving the house. It was my first day at Wellington Architecture and Design. My grandfather had given my parents money to start their firm with one caveat. I had to assist them with major restorations.

Marcello pulled into the lot and parked next to my father’s BMW. I opened the door, and he clutched my shoulder, forcing me to look at him. “You’re having lunch at Blue Moon Cafe with Kali Marx. She’s picking you up at noon.”

I’d forgotten about our plans. Now that I understood how their world worked, I wasn’t sure if I should trust her. Kali seemed kind enough, but why was she insistent on having lunch? Did Luca want her to spy on me? I wouldn’t have put it past him.

“You can use my mother’s studio tonight,” Marcello offered.

I lifted my messenger bag from the floor. “Have you changed your mind about letting me paint you?”

He pressed his lips together, his expression unreadable.

“Think about it, Marcello. It can be our little secret.”

His eyes drifted to my mouth, then dipped to my cleavage. Lately, I had noticed him staring more than usual. We spent so much time together that it was impossible not to catch feelings.

After I exited the car and shut the door, he rolled down the window and leaned his elbow on the center console. “I’ll pick you up after work. Don’t make me chase you.”

I never thought I would earn his trust, but he was letting me have more privileges. It seemed silly to think of my imprisonment that way. But at least with Marcello, I could be myself. He gave me free rein as long as I didn’t run. And being with him made me happy.

Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I strolled through the front door. My mother sat behind a white reception desk and yelled into the phone.

I walked past the reception area and down a long corridor. Two men were setting up plotters and printers. Toward the end of the hall, I spotted my office. The room had two drafting tables, an enormous oak desk with tons of bins, and an easel with a blank canvas beside it.

I poked my head into my father’s office. “Hey, Dad.”

He lifted his head, but his eyes didn’t meet mine. “Did you just get in?”

“Yeah. Mom was on the phone. So I gave myself the tour.”

He dropped his pencil onto the desk but did not bother to get up to greet me. No shocker there.

“Alex, your office is down the hall.”

“Yeah, I found it. I would have come over and helped… if I’d known you needed it. You should have told me.”

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