You Will Be Mine(20)

Gasping in pain, I pulled away from him. “What’s wrong?” Luca asked. He stared at my lips and growled. “I’m going to fucking kill that son of a bitch!” He was off me like a shot and almost out the door.

“Luca!” I shouted as I ran towards him like lightening. “Please, Luca. Don’t get angry. I’m okay. Look at me.” It surprised me that my demand worked as his eyes found mine. I didn’t know what to say or do to diffuse the situation, so the only thing I could come up with was to go on the defensive. “What just happened was a mistake, and it can’t happen again. I don’t want you, so please stop pursuing me.”

I think that helped. Suddenly the rage in his eyes subsided as a humorous glint now took its place. “You will remain in here until such time as you come to your senses.”

I was suddenly enraged again. I had never had someone give me so many emotions within a span of a few minutes. He was terrifying, unbelievably spoilt, and too fucking handsome for his own good. No matter how much I wanted to fight him, I knew he wasn’t going to let me go.

“Okay,” I whispered.

“Okay, what?” His hand quickly moved away from the handle as he turned to me.

“Come on. Do what you want to me. Fuck me, Luca Belatoni.”

Luca’s nostrils flared as I saw him make a slight move towards me. Pretty soon he seemed to come to his senses as he smiled. “Ah-ah, Clara. You’re not playing games with me.”

I fisted my hands together. “What do you mean? You want to fuck me, so fuck me.”

Luca closed the distance between us. “Number one, I don’t fuck. And number two, if you think I was born yesterday, then you have another thing coming.”

“What are you talking about?” My God, this man was frustrating the hell out of me.

“You’re only saying this now because you think I will let you go once I’ve taken you.”

“This is what you wanted,” I protested.

“Yes, but I want you to want it, too. Giving into me because you think you’ll get something in return is not an option for me. You have to want it—want me.”

“I do want you.” I held his eyes as I closed the gap even further. I picked his hand up and placed it on my breast. “Do you feel that? Do you feel how much they’re heaving for your touch?” I almost had him for a moment. He squeezed a little and ran his thumb across my nipple. My God, if I didn’t want him a minute ago, I definitely wanted him after that!

No sooner had he begun, than I felt him pull his hand away. “No games, Clara.”

I flung my hands up in frustration. “I can’t keep up with you. First, you demand to have me, and then—when I finally give in to you—you turn me down. All because you think I don’t want it.”

“But you don’t want it.” His no-nonsense frown was the last straw.

“How the hell can you say that you know what I want? Why don’t you stop fart-arsing around and fuck me!” I couldn’t believe I was begging him. How the tables had turned.

“Fart-arsing?” His smile curved up in so much amusement that it had me doing the same.

“Yes, you’re fart-arsing.” Again, I was completely calm after just shouting at him.

“You’re an exceptional woman, Clara Murphy.” I looked into his sincere eyes and nearly melted again. “See now, that look I can believe. You’ll get there in the end.” With that, he turned the handle and stepped out the door. “I’ll bring Mia up to see you now.”

As quick as a flash, he was out the door, leaving me sighing my frustration on the bed. Why did he have to be so infuriating and oh so fucking handsome at the same time? He could charm me, frustrate me, bewilder me, and entrance me all at the same time. How on earth had that happened?

No sooner had I begun to wrap that thought around my head then it was interrupted by a knock sounding at my door. I was so excited I practically sprinted to it. “Mia!” I screamed as I opened the door.

“Clara! Oh my God! Are you okay?”

I looked for any signs of distress, but she seemed calm.

“You have ten minutes.” I looked over to the door and found Alessandro hovering in the doorway. I liked Alessandro, but I wasn’t too keen on his tone of voice. My face depicted as much. He winced slightly from my glare, gave an apologetic glance, and was out the door.

I immediately turned my attention back to Mia. “I’m fine. I’ve been more worried about you and the girls.”

She sighed a little. “I must admit, when I came back from that appointment I thought the cops had finally foiled us. I couldn’t believe it when Mr. Belatoni appeared and asked me if I knew where the girls were.”