You Will Be Mine(30)

I chuckled at his choice of words. “I’m sure you could make me come like that with other parts of your body.”

He growled a little and pulled himself up to meet my face. Immediately, my groin was greeted by a force to be reckoned with.

“I’ve already warned you. Once I have you, there’s no going back.”

My mind should have been screaming at me to stop by this point. Of course I should stop. He’s virtually telling me I’m his, but I will be more than his once he has me. That in and of itself should have me running for the hills.

“Luca,” I whispered. The word just seemed to slip out of me whenever he was near.

He could see the desire in my eyes; one could cut the sexual energy between us with a knife. I was so on fire with him. He consumed me with it. Took me up into the highest clouds where only he and I existed. A world where it was just us and nothing else mattered.

Maybe my orgasm was more powerful than I thought. Maybe it was playing games with my brain and making me feel and think things I wouldn’t normally dream of thinking or feeling. It was almost as though Luca was sustenance, and right then, I was ravenous.

Upon seeing the expression on my face, his lips were soon on mine as he played with my breast and ran his finger over my nipple.

I had only just had an orgasm, but boy was I ready for part two. His hands explored every inch, every nook, and every cranny of my body—tweaking and pinching in all the right places. I was already his, and he knew it.

With his mouth on mine, I let my hands wander and explore this huge beast of man on top of me. I had never been one to have the desire to be possessed, but Luca commanded me like a captain aboard his plane. And boy was I climbing the dizziest of heights. I wanted his command—needed it in fact. And I never thought I would say that in a million years.

“You’re so beautiful, Clara. So fucking sexy.” He trailed his hands down my spine as I arched myself into the curve of his body. The crushing need to have him inside of me was overpowering.

It was there on the tip of my tongue—the begging word. I knew it was going to come out at some point, and I couldn’t for the life of me stop the torrent of words that were about to escape me at any moment. “Luca—” It was nearly there. Right there on the tip of my tongue and there was nothing I could do. It was coming, and I didn’t care if I sounded wanton. “Luca, pl—”

Just then a loud thumping noise sounded against my door. For a moment, I thought it was my heart beating violently through my chest. In that moment, I had completely and utterly lost myself to this man.

Bang, bang, bang, went the door again.

“Fuck!” Luca growled. “What the fuck do you want?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Belatoni, but there is an emergency with Fabiano.”

Luca cursed again, but got up from the bed to reach for his clothes. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

All went quiet as Luca got dressed. “I’m sorry,” he said, looking it. “If this isn’t an emergency, then someone’s going to seriously pay for this interruption.”

I sighed pulling the covers back over me. “How long will you be?” I couldn’t believe I had just asked that.

Pulling his trousers on, he answered, “I’m not sure. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Just stay here until I return.”

Before I knew it, he had kissed me on the forehead and was out the door quicker than a flash. If he thought I was staying in here all day, however, then he had another thing coming.



Seven o’clock came and went by with no sign of Luca. I was able to walk around the grounds—with a chaperone of course—earlier in the afternoon. Alessandro walked with me, and to my surprise, he was actually pleasant company. In the twenty minutes or so of walking, I found out that he was thirty-one, born in Sicily, but was brought up in England and the US. I also learned he had four brothers and five sisters and was currently single with a view of meeting Mrs. Right. He had been working for Luca for about six years and was enjoying the lifestyle it afforded him.

Mia soon found us after about fifteen minutes, and we enjoyed the rest of the stroll with Mia’s arm slung through Alessandro’s the whole time.

Yes, I did notice that. Mia was smitten, and I could tell in a sense that Alessandro was too. Maybe things were happening outside that door of mine that I wasn’t aware of.

Sitting in my tower again, it bugged me just how much I was closed off to the outside world. The more the minutes ticked by, the angrier I became with Luca. He hadn’t once called or gotten anyone to explain what the hell was going on. He had just left me here without a word—nothing.