Charlotte

Please.

I hadn't meant to sound so needy, but as soon as the word was off of my lips, something washed over Luca. He liked me begging. Tempting him, daring him, giving him permission. In some twisted gentlemanly way, the big, bad mafia Don who was used to taking what he wanted had waited for my invitation. And I had a feeling now that I gave it to him, there would be no holding back.

And that was okay with me.

Luca put his finger to my chin, catching my gaze with the deepest of brown eyes. He was intoxicating, every single bit of him, and as I stared into his eyes, I felt his grip on my heart tighten. Every rational part of me was screaming to run. To throw him out and stop this before we crossed a line we'd never come back from. It was useless, though. I had imagined this moment, and what might come next, for weeks, and my traitorous body was aching for his.

My heart was nearly thumping out of my chest as he leaned into me, pressing his lips into mine. Slowly at first, and then feverishly, with every bit of pent-up passion he harnessed over the last several weeks. The kiss was hungry and raw and as his lips glided over mine, I felt lightening in my veins. As he intertwined his fingers in my hair, I put my arms around him, both of us eager to deepen the kiss. The connection. The spark between us. Everything around me faded and all I could focus on was the roughness of his stubble against my chin, the hypnotic taste of his lips on mine, and the familiarity in how he touched my body. Like he'd been doing it his entire life. Like we were both made for this moment.

I was lost in him, and I didn't care if I was ever found.

Luca pulled away, his teeth scraping ever so gently against my lower lip. I was flushed and out of breath, and yet I had an agonizing ache for more. He rested his forehead against mine, taking a second to catch his breath before he spoke.

"I'm no good for you, Charlotte." He whispered. "You deserve someone who can give you the life and the family you want, and that's not me."

"Why don't you let me be the judge of that?" I grabbed his hand, leading him back toward my bedroom.

It might have been the whiskey taking over, but I needed Luca. I may wake up to regret it in the morning, but right now, I had never been more sure of anything in my life.

"You're sure about this?" He asked, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. "We don't have to do this. I could cook you dinner or..."

I cut him off with a kiss. "I'm sure, Luca. No matter how insane this may be, I want you."

Relief washed over his face. He wanted this just as badly as I did, but he didn't want to push me. It was sweet—a side to him I wasn't expecting.

Luca

I was usually a pretty perceptive guy, but I had to admit, my heart nearly stopped the second Charlotte started leading me back toward her bedroom. I was completely caught off guard. This wasn't my intention when I came over here this afternoon, but I was fucking ecstatic that it had evolved this way.

A woman like Charlotte, with her sensibility and sweet demeanor had no business with a villain like me. Someday she would figure that out, but I was content to ride the wave until she did.

Laying Charlotte back on the bed, I peeled her clothes off until she was left in just her bra and underwear. Her body had healed since the last time I had seen her this way, but as I dragged my fingers along her ribcage, I could still see a few remnants of bruising.

"Does that hurt?" I asked, kissing the discoloration.

She shook her head. "No, it feels perfect."

"Good." I whispered, fingering the clasp of her bra until it fell open.

She was an absolute masterpiece laid out in front of me. Beams of sunlight from the open window hit her glistening skin and she was almost glowing. My eyes trailed over every carefully crafted curve of her body, soaking in her beauty and perfection. The sweet smile on her lips filled me up like a drug, energizing me and numbing my mind to anything but the goddess that was in front of me. All I could think about was pleasing her, making her feel good, and then listening to her screaming my name as I brought her to climax.

I kissed her lips one more time, and then worked my way down. First her neck, then her chest, then her breasts. She arched her back as I flicked my tongue against her nipple, my fingers traveling farther south as I did. I loved the way her body responded to me, a blanket of goosebumps covering her skin a stark contrast to the heat between us. As I slipped my fingers underneath the fabric of her panties, I could feel her heavy wetness between her folds.

I met her eyes, and she blushed, her secret having been given away. My fingers drummed against her, and she twisted and turned for reprieve, but was no match for my strength. I held her in place, determined for her to feel every bit of satisfaction, and it seemed to only turn her on more. She couldn't contain herself and with each moan slipping through those rosy lips, my own erection grew. I'd never been so turned on by pleasuring a woman before, but it was completely different with Charlotte.

I plunged my fingers inside of her over and over again, not letting up for a second. "Oh my god, Luca." She cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders as she held onto me as if her life depended on it. In and out and in and out and in out. With each pulse, I pushed her farther and farther to the edge until there was a rush of warm liquid.

Charlotte cried out, writhing in my arms as orgasm overtook her. We were far from done, but the look on her face was enough to make me cum myself.

She sat up, swinging her leg over and straddling me. She leaned down, her breath against my ear. "I need you."

Those words were like kryptonite.

Soft brown curls framed her face, and her breast hung on display, bouncing with each slight movement she made. She was absolutely flawless and if it hadn't been for the throbbing in my cock, I might have gotten lost just staring at her sensual curves. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips and she wrapped her hand around my erection. "Ready for me?" How could the voice of an angel sound so damn dirty?

"Fuck yes." I croaked out, struggling to form words in anticipation as she lowered herself, poising her lips to take me in. Inch by inch, she took me inside and I nearly convulsed in elation. Her head started bobbing up and down, and it felt so good I nearly forgot my own name as she continued to suck me off. Each time she took me farther into her throat and I thought I might explode.

Once I was close, I pulled her up toward me and laid her on her stomach against the bed. I put my knee between her thighs, gently prying them open, and once they were wide enough for my liking, I swept my fingers along the delicate skin of her thighs. Slipping them one more time into her wetness, I made sure she was ready before ripping into a condom. I tugged it on, and then straddled her hips.

She glanced back over her shoulder, giving me playful grin. Jesus, she was a fucking temptress.

She gasped when I slid into her, filling her up with my length. As she pressed back into me, I lapped my hips against hers, starting off slowly and then finding a smooth rhythm. I bucked against her as she clutched onto the sheets, taking me deeper and deeper each time.

"Harder." She whispered, egging me on.

"Whatever you want, Tesoro." I grinned, slamming into her again and giving her exactly what she wanted. I was afraid I might break the fragile thing in half, but her body clenching around me told me otherwise. So my sweet angel liked it a little rough. Good to know.

Reaching forward, I fisted her hair and pulled back.

"Oh god, yes, Luca!" She cried out as I drove her further and further toward climax.

"I love hearing you scream my name." I trusted into her, running my fingers down her back, leaving a trail of red.

"Luca!" She called out again, this time with so much desperation I knew she was close.

We rocked against each other a few more times, and then both of our bodies shook uncontrollably with pleasure. I wasn't sure I had ever had an orgasm hit me on such a deep level, obliterating both my mind and body. I was reeling as I laid next to her, trying to form a clear thought as she nestled into my shoulder.

She fit perfectly into the crevice between my body and my arm, and the longer we laid there, it became more and more clear that I was in serious trouble here.