Filed to story: No Escape From The Mafia Kings Embrace
“You were. The second you walked through that front door”, he agreed gently. “I feel different with you, Luca. Your family is.. amazing. I.. I don’t know”, I stumbled over my words. “I feel different with you too, Mara. You bring feelings to the surface that I’ve never felt.”, he admitted softly.
My heart soared at his confession. I was scared to have this conversation, but now I’m glad we did. Luca leaned forward, gently brushing his lips against mine before fully sealing them in a slow, passionate kiss.
My hands rested on his neck, as our lips passed against one another’s. Luca’s tongue swiped my bottom lip, and this time, without hesitation, I opened my mouth and met his tongue with mine.
The kiss became rougher, more dominant, as Luca’s fingers weaved into the hair at the nape of my neck and tightened, making a soft moan escape me. I ran my fingers up the back of his neck and into his black, silk hair.
Luca groaned and pulled me closer to his chest by the waist. Our lips molded together in sync, as a heat formed in my core. Luca’s hand flattened against my hip before he groped it roughly, making a wanton moan leave my chest.
“Wow, in the middle of the ballroom?”, a familiar nasally voice interrupted us. Luca groaned as he slowly released my lips to glare at Zera. A whimper left my lips in protest, immediately drawing Luca’s attention back to me. His eyes narrowed in on my lips before his dark eyes met mine.
My breath stuttered at the warning in his gaze. His pupils were dilated, giving his smokey gray eyes a darker aura. His eyes held a warning, a warning my body yearned to discover.
Luca broke his gaze and stared Zera down. “What are you doing here, Zera?”, his voice was cold and distant. His hand was still embedded in my hair as his arm gripped my waist with fury.
“I was told to let you know that snacks were ready”, Zera said, feigning sweetness. “No. I mean in my villa, on my property. Why are you here?”, he reiterated, with anger evident in his tone.
Zera’s face contorted to surprise laced with a bit of fear. “Oh. I just wanted to visit my childhood friend.”, she spoke with fake cheer. “Carlo isn’t in this room and, personally, I think he’s had his fill of you today. Leave. Go home”, Luca deadpanned. I tightened my hand on his bicep, as the other still rested in his hair.
Luca’s eyes snapped to mine and a sexy smirk spread across his lips. Zera still stood there, staring dumbfounded in our direction. Her face was drained of all color. I turned my head to look at her. Luca’s hand followed my movement but stayed planted in my hair.
“He told you to leave.”, I recapitulated, letting the disdain I felt for this bitch bleed through my words. Zera’s jaw clenched before she scoffed. She turned on her stilettos and stomped from the ballroom, with my eyes burning holes in the back of her head.
When I looked back at Luca, his smirk had deepened in character. “What?”, I asked with a cocked eyebrow. Luca chuckled as he pulled my head towards his and sealed our lips in a rough, dominating kiss. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead on mine.
“You just keep surprising me is all, bellissima (gorgeous)”, he whispered, his lips curling slightly in amusement. “Let’s finish our tour, yeah?”, he suggested softly, placing a gentle kiss on my lips.
I nodded meekly and took ahold of his hand. Luca led me down the hall. We made a right at the end, being brought right up to a large oak door.
The smell of old books met my nose as Luca opened the door. The first thing I noticed was floor to ceiling shelves slap full of weathered books. “Wow, Luca”, I uttered, taking in the variety of genres. “I think this is my new favorite room”, I whispered, as I ran my fingers down the spines of the books.
“I thought it might be”, Luca’s deep voice resonated throughout the quiet library. I smiled as I traveled down each isle. Every genre had a book in this room; literature, fiction, nonfiction, reference books. You name it, it was here.
“Luca?”, I asked softly, turning to look at him. Luca’s eyes had me pinned in place, as he stood at the door. He began walking toward me, “Yes, amore (love)?”, his alluring voice was soft.
