Page 103 of Flawed

He dips his hands, gliding them up my calves, then inner thighs. Lightning bolts of zings pummel me. I squirm, and he pins me with his dark, salacious stare. "Tell me there's no other man in your life, stellina."

I don't answer, not wanting to give him anything.

He picks up my legs, tugs me to the end of the bed, and holds them to his chest. I gasp. Somehow, he discarded his pants and I didn't even realize it. His cock grazes my entrance, and I quickly thrust toward him.

He stops me from having him, dragging his fingers above my pussy, demanding, "Answer my question."

"It's not your business," I retort.

He pushes an inch inside me. I inhale sharply and try to get more, but he retreats. Hurt flickers in his expression. He adds, "You wear no ring. But I'm not naive. A woman like you would have too many men after you. And I find it hard to believe you aren't taken."

"Yet you still ask," I comment, trying to move my body closer to his.

He repositions his shaft so it's on top of my clit. Then he creates little movements of delicious friction, torturing me. I close my eyes. A whimper escapes me. He leans over me, pressing his face between my legs. His body cages around mine and my toes touch the headboard.

Hot breath lingers above my mouth. He continues stroking me with his erection. I open my eyes, and his hardened expression drills into me. He warns, "We can play this all night, my dear stellina. You answer my question, or this is all you'll get. And I promise you, I'll drop you off at your house, aching for me tomorrow morning."

You aren't coming near my house.

I could tell him I'm single, but something about Luca's threat makes me want to defy him. So I stay silent, breath hitching, and glare at him.

He increases the friction between us.

Jesus, help me.

Heat erupts in my blood. Sweat pops out on my skin. He turns it up another notch, and I shudder, mumbling, "Don't stop!"

His lips twitch. He slows down, demanding, "Tell me."

I shake my head.

He slides his tongue in my mouth, and I dig my fingertips into his skull. He retreats, growling, "Tell me his name. Then I'm going to make sure you can't remember it."

A million butterflies flutter in my stomach. I curse myself for allowing Luca to still have that effect on me after so many years. No other man has ever said what he'll do to me and created such a strong reaction. And it's just another thing I love and hate about him.

He adds in a slightly hurt voice, "There's no way you're not seeing someone."

"I'm not," I blurt out, no longer caring to play his game. I don't want him anymore. I need him to make good on his promise. I want to shut up the voice in my head and disappear into all that's Luca.

He freezes, cocking an eyebrow. "You aren't?"

"No."

"How is that possible?"

"I don't even want to know about your whores," I mutter.

His eyes turn to slits. He claims, "There's no one who's ever meant anything but you."

Tears fill my eyes. I blink hard, replying, "Stop talking, Luca. I don't want to hear your lies."

"I've never lied to you, and I'm not lying now. It's only ever been you," he declares.

My reasoning comes back. I push at his chest. "This is a bad idea."

But, like always, he doesn't let me escape him. He murmurs, "I'm only stopping if you tell me to." His mouth owns mine once more, and I shift my hips.

He returns to shimmying his cock over me, circling his tongue in my mouth with the same speed. It only takes a few seconds before I'm trembling underneath him and clutching him with all I have. I cry out, "Luca!"

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