You Will Be Mine(19)

Luca just smiled. “I thought it was a certain Trudy Benjamin who helped you with that?”

My heart started beating wildly. “How do you know about my aunt?”

“I know everything. Nothing escapes me.”

“You’re telling me,” I muttered under my breath.

Luca just lay there, looking highly amused with himself. “Are you constantly going to fight with me?”

I let out a sarcastic laugh. “I’m sorry, but can you not get a grip on how annoyingly frustrating this whole thing is? Let me put it this way… If someone came barging into your place of business and practically took over the place, then what would you do?”

Raising himself from the bed into a sitting position, Luca stared blankly. “No one would ever come close to doing that; if they did, they would find a bullet in their head quicker than they could take a breath.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh please, you’re going to give me the, ‘He’ll be sleeping with the fishes,’ crap?” His laughter rumbled through his chest causing an unwanted jolt of pleasure to flow through me.

“So, you know enough about me to know I don’t take no for an answer.”

“Is that meant to be a threat? Because I don’t take kindly to threats.”

Rising from the bed, Luca leisurely strolled towards me. The more he stepped forward, the more I stepped back—until I was up against the wall.

Standing inches apart, he made love to me with his eyes. Did he really have to be this sexy? Did my body really have to give me away so easily? He was quickly becoming a drug to me, and I hated him for it.

Caressing my cheek with his finger, Luca stared me down. “I do not need to make threats, Clara. I always get what I want. And right now, I want you in that bed, screaming my name as I bury my cock inside you.”

I shuddered. I can’t believe I fucking shuddered! I hate him! “You may take my business from me. But you’re not taking me. I’m not for sale—or for taking whenever you want. I am the one thing you can never have.”

Raising his eyebrow for a second, he slowly leant in towards my lips. For some reason, I didn’t move or slap him away like I should have. I just let him near me because my body was on so much fire that I thought I might burst into flames.

Just at the point where his lips were mere centimetres apart, he smiled and pulled away. “Do you want to rethink what you just said?”

I shook my head. “I can’t believe you.”

“It’s happening, Clara, and the more you fight it, the longer you will have to stay in your room.”

I pushed him. I pushed him so hard that he was flung back onto the bed. “You can’t keep me prisoner in my own home, arsehole.” I was pointing at him. Actually pointing!

He looked up, smiled, and said, “You know you’re light blue eyes turn darker when you’re angry. It’s sexy.”

I growled again. I never growled. “Don’t fucking play games with me. I’m being serious.”

Before I could even blink, Luca was off the bed, spinning me around before landing me on the bed with him on top. I could feel how hard he was, and it made me groan a little. The feel of his body on mine was overwhelming me with lust.

“Do you feel that?” He dug his crotch into mine, causing an involuntary moan to escape from me.

“Do you feel how hard I am for you? I’ve been feeling this hard ever since I first laid eyes on you. It’s painful, and it wants you so bad it might explode if it doesn’t feel your pussy around it soon.”

I tried to wiggle free, but all that did was cause Luca’s crotch to rub up against mine even more. Without thinking, I opened my legs to him and wrapped them around his waist. He growled, making me moan so loudly I thought the whole castle would hear.

I tried to move, so I could take command and be the one on top, but he was so strong—so in control—and I hated him even more for that.

“Even now, you’re fighting me. I can’t allow you to dominate me, amore mio.”

Oh my fucking God, did he just speak Italian to me? I think I’m going to faint.

I moaned again. I couldn’t help myself around him. “Don’t say things like that.” My words were breathless and wanton.

“Say things like what?” he asked, his lips a hairs whisper away from mine.

“I’m not going to give in.” Who am I kidding?

“You know, you talking like that just turns me on even more. You’re making this hard for me, but I am a patient man.”

He travelled his hand down my arm and to my leg. With a gentle stroke, he squeezed ever so lightly on my thigh.

That was it for me. I couldn’t possible take anymore. I grabbed at his head and pushed him towards my lips. The only problem was I had completely forgotten about my lip, which was reminding me all too soon how painful it was.