Chapter 153

I stood rooted to the spot, stunned long after Luca left. The house grew quiet after dinner. Ronan finally appeared, and we watched a movie together. As the clock struck midnight, my heart pounded with anticipation.

Would he come? Or wouldn't he?

I retired to my room, showered, shaved, and put on a relatively cute nightgown. Afterward, I stood on my balcony, enjoying the silence. My first-floor room overlooked the garden—a gift from my parents after I took up gardening at thirteen.

Disappointment washed over me as I checked the time. It was likely too late; Luca probably wasn't coming—if that's what he'd implied by asking me to leave the balcony door unlocked.

Still, curiosity compelled me to leave it open.

I couldn't sleep in complete darkness. Dimming the lights, I got into bed, pulling the covers over my head. I tossed and turned, unable to forget a certain green-eyed man who plagued my thoughts.

Just as sleep threatened to claim me, I heard a faint noise outside. My heart leaped into my throat. I sat up, easily recognizing the shadow before the man entered, with an unwarranted sense of ease.

"You came," I whispered, a ghost of a smile playing on my lips.

"You left the door unlocked," Luca replied, his tone mirroring mine.

I threw back the covers, ignoring the way his eyes briefly flickered to my night shorts before returning to my face.

"We were in the middle of a conversation," I muttered, kneeling on the edge of the bed.

"We were…" Luca mumbled, dazed. "Something about your needs."

"My needs," I echoed, rising to stand close to the edge of the bed. He closed the distance between us. My breathing was uneven and ragged; my core throbbed.

Luca's calloused fingers brushed my loose hair behind my ear. "What needs do you have, fiorellina?"

"Many needs," I breathed, my eyes meeting his.

"If your father ever found out about the things that run through my head concerning his princess, he'd bury me alive," Luca snorted.

"But?" I asked hopefully.

"But," he breathed, "she's worth the risk."

I didn't even have time to smile fully before he pushed me onto the bed, making me gasp.

"Have you locked your door, fiorellina?"

"Mm," I murmured, nodding.

"Good." He hovered over me. "Let me see how you take care of your needs yourself, like a good girl, my fiorellina."

Heat rushed to my cheeks. "What?"

"Touch yourself for me, Aurora," he instructed.

"You—you'll watch?"

He nodded, desire and lust burning in his eyes.

I gulped, never breaking eye contact as I pulled off my tiny satin shorts. Luca's green eyes darkened at the sight of my black underwear. He gulped as I took my time removing them, crossing his arms as if restraining himself from touching me.

I used the index finger of my right hand to softly touch my core, gently rubbing it against my arousal.

"Oh," I whimpered.

"Good girl," Luca grunted. "Now finger yourself, gorgeous."

"Mm," I nodded, my eyes fluttering even as I tried to keep them on him while I inserted a finger. "Oh."

I moved my finger in and out. "Faster!" he urged.

"Luca," I moaned, complying.

"Think of me when you touch yourself, fiorellina?"

"Mm," I nodded, my neck falling back.

"Eyes on me if you want to come."

I looked back at him, pleading. "Touch me, Luca, please!"

"Cazzo," he groaned. "You kill me, fiorellina."

I batted my eyelashes. "Please, Luca."

He bent down, his face directly above my genitals. I would have been self-conscious if I weren't so lost in pleasure and longing for more.

"Did I say you could stop?" Luca licked his lips.

"Luca, please! You do it," I begged, and he gulped.

"You're my sin, fiorellina," he said, his thumb caressing my wet, aroused, and slightly sore clitoris. "You're my damnation."

I gasped at his touch, ready to throw my head back and moan his name all night if he let me. He didn't even have to finger me; one touch, and I was ready to come undone in his arms.

I wasn't prepared for the feeling that shot through me when his rough, calloused fingers entered me, both at once.

"Oh, fuck!" I cried out. "Yes, Luca!"

I pressed my lips together, suddenly remembering I was at my parents' house. Though their room was on the other side of the house, I couldn't risk them finding out.

"You like this?" Luca asked rhetorically, increasing his pace, his fingers moving inside me.

"Yes! Yes!" I cried out. "So close."

A few more strokes with both fingers, and I was crying out his name, cumming all over his fingers.

Luca looked at me with a satisfied expression once my pleasure subsided. He then licked the remnants of my cum from his fingers, making my eyes widen.

"So fucking sweet," he commented, licking his lips. "Just like I always thought."

He thinks about me?

I would have asked if I hadn't been so dazed.

"How was that for taking care of your needs, fiorellina?" Luca asked when I straightened up. His hands curled around my neck; his thumb traced my jaw, tilting my face upward so I could stare at him.

"So good."

"You think Edward could do that?"

I shook my head.

"Do you want this to happen again?"

I nodded. "Yes," I breathed out.

"Then you come to me," he demanded. "But if you do, I am the only man who can touch you like this. I am the only one who can fulfill your needs."

"But—" I was about to pout when his frosty gaze stopped me.

"I don't share, Aurora," he cut me off, his voice raspy and low. "This can be only physical, but I still don't share. You have until I return from Spain to make up your mind, and then the offer is off the table."

"What if—what if I decide against it?"

"Then I will find someone else to take care of my needs, too." Luca's lips brushed mine, and I suppressed the tightening in my chest as I processed his words and the ghost of his kiss.

Then he pulled away. "Goodnight, mia fiorellina."