"I'm not taking control," he continued, eyes locked on hers, "unless you give me all of it."
"I… I can't," she whispered.
"Then the underwear goes back on."
Her response was immediate, visceral. "Fuck. No."
His fingers slid to the tie of her robe, loosening it, letting the fabric fall from her shoulders. His touch traced up her thighs, whisper-light.
"Tell me what to do," he said again.
"You don't make this fair," she said hoarsely.
"I never promised fair," Luca replied.
"Touch me," she said finally.
"I can't hear you," Luca said.
"Touch me."
"Where?" Luca asked, one brow lifting.
She lifted a hand, then hesitated. Finally, she gestured toward her chest, her fingers trembling.
"Use your words, bambola."
"I want you to touch my breasts," she said.
Luca exhaled slowly. He stepped closer.
