You Will Be Mine(42)

“Oh God, Luca!”

“Say it!”

“No!” Even in the midst of my torture, I was never going to give in to him.

“You’re mine, Clara. Say it!”

“No!” I screamed again as his tongue lashed and flicked over and over, sending me to the brink of detonation.

“Say it!” he demanded again, and again I tried to scream no. Instead, I found myself shouting, “Yes—yes—yes!”

“I want to hear it, Clara.” His tongue was back again, and I knew I was going to blow. I could feel the tingles rising throughout my body; I felt the glorious waves crashing down upon me in a wonderfully relentless rhythm.

“Luca!” I screamed again as my back arched and my body convulsed beneath him. I was one heap of a mess beneath the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on.

My breathing was harsh, and the smile that was plastered upon my face would tell any who saw it what an amazing orgasm I had just had.

“Happy now, Clara?”

“Very,” I breathed.

“Are you feeling relaxed?”

“Very,” I breathed again.

“Who do you belong to?”

“No one,” I whispered.

“Wrong answer. I still need to hear it.” Kissing every part of me, he made his way up towards my nipples again. He licked and sucked them until I was hot and ready for him again.

“I think it’s your turn now.” I tried to get up to take control, but Luca had me locked in a vice-like grip beneath him.

“I’m not giving you what you want until you tell me.”

I looked into his glaring eyes and sighed. “Well, I guess you’re going to have to do without feeling what it’s like to be inside me.” I wriggled seductively underneath him, trying so hard to stir a reaction. Judging by the look on his face, I thought it was working, but no such luck!

“It’s going to happen. Maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow, but you will say those words. You will tell me that you’re mine … because you already are. Stop fighting me.”

“Stop fighting me!” I mimicked, poking my tongue out at him to prove my point.

“Very mature, Clara.”

“Very mature, Clara.”

Luca’s unimpressed glare caused the heat to resurface between my legs. I wanted him, and he knew it.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what? Why don’t you just give in to me and be done with it? I’m sure I can make you happy.” I smiled cheekily, and Luca shook his head.

“I give in to no one.”

I gasped at his audacity. “Well, that makes two of us, buddy!”

Luca sighed and shook his head. “We obviously need to get reacquainted. This is going to be harder than I thought.”

“Well, I’m certainly not complaining. Your methods of reacquainting me are too delicious for words. They’re almost like Luca booster shots.”

Luca studied me a moment. He desperately wanted to smile, but I knew he was also desperately trying not to. “Luca boosters, huh? Well, you are too delicious for words. You taste like a fine wine, and I could drink you in all day long.”

“Hmm… Sounds promising.” I was hoping I could tempt him to take me like he knew I wanted to be taken. I wasn’t going to tell him I was his, though. So, unless he bent his will a little, he was going to have to wait a very long time.

Luca surprised me by getting up. “Where are you going?”

“We have to get ready.” He was casual now. Back to business. I must admit that it pissed me off a little. How did he have so much self-restraint?

“Get ready for what?”

Stilling for a moment, he gave me an abolishing look. “Have you not listened to a word I’ve said this morning? We have to go shopping for dresses and masks. The girls are just itching for you to get your ass out of bed so you can go with them.”

“Me?” I was actually shocked I was being let out of the house.

Luca laughed. “You’re not a prisoner—remember?”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, yes. How foolish of me to think so.”

I sighed, but then I remembered Alessandro. Luca probably thought I would conveniently forget. He quickly needed to realise I was like an elephant—no matter how many screaming orgasms he gave me; I would never forget.

“I’m not going anywhere until you call Alessandro and tell him he has his job back.” Sitting on the bed, I folded my arms and deliberately looked away.

“Why do you insist on behaving like a spoilt child?”

I gasped. “Me? That’s rich coming from you! Mr. I’m-Not-Going-to-Give-You-What-You-Want-Until-You-Tell-Me-You’re-Mine!”

“Just do as I ask and get ready.”