Her prayer dissolved in the instant his next words left his lips.
"I was right. You want me to fuck you, Bambola. There is no fight in you," he murmured, his hot breath ghosting along her ear, a whisper that threatened to shatter every fragment of control she had left.
"You are dreaming," she spat, head whipping to the side in defiance.
"Am I?" His fingers drifted, impossibly slow, tracing the curve of her thighs, brushing over the lace of her underwear, and she felt herself betray herself entirely. The wet patch that betrayed her desire bloomed under his touch.
"Lie to me once again," he purred.
"You just made me watch a live porn show. What did you think was going to happen?"
Luca chuckled softly. "I thought you hated me for taking your sister, for taking you…" he murmured. "And yet, you're dripping for me. Right here. Right now. Admit it and I will give you what you want and more."
