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Chapter 18

“WHAT IS THIS PLACE?” Luca’s eyes were wide as he stared at the huge mirror that covered one of the walls in our room.

“This used to be a ballet room,” I said. “It’s a good thing there’s a bed.”

Otherwise, the room would be completely useless. A few of my men had returned to the compound to get some of my things, and they’d left them in boxes on the other side of the room.

Having to leave in a hurry and find a new place was never fun. It was one of the things I hated most about my family business.

I’d just gotten used to the compound, and it had started feeling like home, but Santino had snatched that away from me too.

That asshole had to die.

Luca’s hand touched mine, and I looked up at him, my anger vanishing. I looked into his eyes. Maybe I’d been tired before, but as I focused on his lips, I realized that I wanted something else.

I placed my hand on his cheek and brought my lips to his. He melted into my kiss, his soft mouth moving against mine.

It was all it took to light a fire inside me, and I wrapped my arms around him, kissing him until we were both out of breath. When I pulled away, my hand brushed his erection through his pants.

I glanced at the mirror, and I suddenly had an idea.

“Take off your clothes,” I said, and I went straight to the boxes, hoping that what I needed was somewhere in there.

It took me a while, but when I found my toys, a grin spread across my lips. I glanced over my shoulder.

Luca was already naked.

I grabbed a rope. “Turn around and put your hands behind you.”

He obeyed, and I tied his wrists behind his back. A gasp escaped his throat when I tightened the rope.

“Now go down on your knees in front of the mirror and spread your legs,” I said.

A shudder shook his body.

A rush of excitement surged through me when he kneeled on the floor, just the way I wanted him to. I approached him, bending down so I could wind my fingers into his hair and lower my lips to his neck.

“Don’t look away from the mirror,” I whispered into his ear before nibbling on his earlobe.

He let out a soft moan.

My hands roamed his body, and I lowered myself down, slipping my fingers between his legs and grasping his cock. I gave his length a few tugs, and then I massaged his balls.

“You’re mine, Luca. Look at what my touch does to you,” I said, catching his expression in the mirror.

So much desire.

So much need.