Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 248(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 248(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Lucca thought for a moment. “He’s … adjusting.”
She hoped it wouldn’t take long, and even though he could be a little much at times, she missed Vincent. He seemed so distant, but … maybe he is thinking about where he could be?
“I was so relieved you didn’t fire Drago when Vinny escaped on the way to the police station. I told Kat you wouldn’t. I didn’t want her worried. You don’t think Vinny might try to hurt one of us again, though, do you?”
“No.” He cleared his throat before continuing, “I’m sure he’s somewhere warm and far, far away from here, and I’m content with that.”
“Me, too.” Chloe nodded, certain that must be the truth. Lucca had always told her in the beginning that he’d never lie to her.
“Mrs. Caruso …” he purred out her new name, getting her back to the importance of the day, “there is a lot of talking going on and no sex.”
At Lucca’s hard kiss, she raised her arms to embrace him, only to find herself grasping at air. “Where are you going?”
“You still seem stressed from the wedding.” The smoldering look on Lucca’s face had her breath catching when he returned and jerked the covers to the foot of the bed. Taking his time, he removed her flimsy gown to stare down at her body from where he stood at the edge of the bed, as if he weren’t already familiar with every curve and bump.
“How do you always make me feel as if I’m beautiful?” she asked breathlessly, staring up at him.
“Because you are,” he assured her, flicking open his Zippo lighter that he had retrieved.
She frowned. He’s going to smoke? He hadn’t smoked around her at all lately, but at that thought, she watched him take the silver lid off a short glass candle and light the wick. It wasn’t long before the spicy scent filled the air and mixed with Lucca’s minty fresh one, creating ice and fire.
“Lie down,” he commanded.
Unquestioningly, she obeyed his order, and her whole body tingled as she watched Lucca hold the candle high above her.
“Don’t be afraid, darlin’.”
“I’m not,” she assured him. The fear of pain no longer lived in her as she trustingly waited for what he would do next. In that moment, while she waited for what would come, she realized that loving Lucca was like a four-alarm fire—sometimes, there was no escape.
He dipped two fingers into the candle then pulled them out to rub what she thought was hot wax between them. Seemingly satisfied, he then slowly tipped the candle over, spilling a slim stream from the base of her throat to her mound. It was warm but not unbearably …
Touching it gingerly, Chloe realized it was oil.
Lucca climbed back onto the bed to spread her thighs. Seductively, he started massaging the oil into her skin. He didn’t miss an inch—her neck, hands, arms, stomach, legs, feet … oh, the feet … except … anything really important.
He had only traced the curve of her breast, skimmed above her bikini line … to make it even more torturous. The Lucca she was used to had faded into non-existence. The man tormenting her with his skilled hands was the boogieman, watching his victim squirm for more.
“Lucca … please.”
But her pleas went unheard as he relit the candle. When he tested the warmth again before tipping it, this time, she held her breath, silently praying the oil would go where she wanted it to.
“Lucca!” Chloe couldn’t help the scream of frustration when he trailed the oil between her breasts.
“Do you want something, darlin’?” Lucca smiled sinisterly before he surrounded a pink nipple with his mouth.
The old Chloe would have lain there and let Lucca have his way until he would let her come. The new Chloe, however, had had enough.
Scooping some of the oil onto her fingers, she started massaging it onto his dick. She couldn’t help but smile at him mischievously when his hungry eyes caught hers in surprise. Using her own knowledge of Lucca’s likes, she had the boogieman trembling within minutes.
Finally at his entrance inside of her, she gave a satisfied moan of pure pleasure, but Chloe wasn’t about to lose the ground she had just earned. Matching his movements, she returned every caress and push he gave her.
Most of the time, she had felt inexperienced when they made love, but tonight, they became the lovers they were meant to be … over and over again until exhaustion overtook them, leaving them tangled in each other’s arms.
Trailing fingertips traveled down her spine, waking her.
“Ready for a shower?”
“No. You go ahead,” she mumbled groggily.
“Sorry, we’re not going to sleep in this oil.” Getting off the bed, a particular Lucca lifted her into his arms to carry her into the shower, letting the water grow warm before walking inside. Chloe let him do all the work of washing them, rubbing her back against his chest as she did her best to stay awake.