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I returned her smile. “So this party… Do you know anything about it?”
“Nope. Bash and Damian are tight-lipped about this one. They said it will be the best one yet.”
A few days later,Luca lingered in the doorway to my bedroom. He stared at me as I fixed my makeup in the mirror. My sexy Devil leaned against the doorframe, dressed in a three-piece black Brioni suit. He wore a white Oxford beneath the jacket, paired with a blood-red silk tie and black wingtips.
While I was in the shower, he left a package on my bed. It was my outfit for Luca’s birthday celebration. The black toga-style gown dipped low and swayed around my ankles, and a gold rope belt hugged my waist perfectly.
“You look beautiful,” Luca said in a sexy, deep voice. “Like a queen.”
I dropped the pink lip gloss onto my dresser and smiled. “Thank you.”
“Everyone is arriving.”
I pressed my lips together. “Are you going to give me a hint about this party?”
He shook his head. “Patience, my queen. You’ll see soon enough. Join us downstairs whenever you’re ready.”
Then he spun on his heels and left my bedroom in a hurry.
Ten minutes later, I made my way downstairs. The halls were empty except for the guards in various positions throughout the first floor. An eerie silence hung in the air, and even the lights were dimmer than usual.
Decorated like a palace, the Salvatore Estate had high ceilings and windows. Million-dollar paintings hung on the walls. The Salvatores owned rare collectibles and treasures from around the world, some of which they had to take. In 1990, someone stole the Rembrandt painting that Luca had hung in his bedroom. It was still missing. From what I could tell, Luca owned the original. There was nothing the Salvatores wouldn’t do to get what they wanted.
When I reached the sitting room, I stopped in the entryway, taking in the scene. Damian and Bastian sat with Kali between them, hands on her thighs. Drake kneeled on the floor by the speaker with his back to me. Sonny noticed me first. His adorable green irises met mine, a smile on his lips. I knew a monster lurked behind his sexy smirks, but at least he tried to hide it.
Sonny brought his fingers to his mouth and whistled. “Well, look at you, gorgeous as ever.” His gaze landed on my breasts and stayed there for a moment.
I smiled, even blushed a little. “Thanks.”
“I see Luca let you out of your ivory tower,” he joked with laughter in his tone. “You ready for a wild night, Little Wellington?”
“How wild are we talking?”
“Like nothing you’ve seen before.”
I bit my lip as my eyes darted around the room. Handsome and wealthy, they were the sons of powerful men—members of The Devil’s Knights. Kali and I were the only women.
A sudden rush of fear raced down my spine.
Why were there more men than women?
And why were they staring at me?
Luca lounged on an oversized leather chair by the fireplace. Cigar hanging out of his gorgeous mouth, he draped his long leg over the arm. He propped his other foot up on the ottoman, looking like a god.
I glanced around the room in search of a drink because a sinful night with Luca required a lot of alcohol. Luca watched me with a mixture of desire, his usual intensity flickering in his blue irises. I stopped in front of him, and he curved his arm around my thighs and pulled me onto his lap. Our chests moved against the other, locked into a heated gaze that scorched my skin.
I hooked my arms around his neck, and he brushed his lips against mine. “Happy birthday, Luca.”
The Devil was thirty.
“I didn’t get you a present,” I told him.
“What I want, you can’t buy,” he breathed, his forehead pressed against mine.
“What do you want?”
Luca bit my lip, sucking it into his mouth. “You.”