Page 4 of Blood Moon (La Famiglia De Luca)

Chapter 3

Leo

“The Ghost” (Acoustic) — Bayside

“W hy, thank you,” Vittorio murmured as he took the drink from my hand.

“Hey,” I grumbled. “The least you could do is let me have a fucking drink if I have to endure this stupid party.”

Gabriel was having an intimate gathering at his penthouse that I was instructed to attend. I did not want to go. When I tried to sneak out, I was detained by my asshole brother. They were making me feel like I was thirteen years old again.

Between Vittorio and Gabriel, they were still keeping me on that damn tight leash, and my collar was starting to chafe. I was getting pissed. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much I could do about it because Gabriel threatened to cut off my money if I didn’t do as he said.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he chastised before he upended my drink into his big, fat mouth. “This is all part of the Get-Leo-To-Pull-His-Head-Out-Of-His-Ass project.”

Kendall, Vittorio’s woman, had her hand looped inside his bent arm. As she stood by his side, she gave me a sympathetic smile. “Sorry,” she mouthed.

I huffed in disgust as I looked away from my pain-in-the-fucking-ass brother. Long, loose curls of blonde hair caught my attention from across the room. They trailed down a slender back and lightly caressed the gentle curve of her hips. The shimmering green dress hugged those slight curves like a glove.

She turned her head slightly to the side, and as if she was bored, slowly lifted her champagne flute to her plush lips. In silhouette, I could see her throat as she swallowed, and I had this insane urge to run my tongue over it. The end of her nose tipped up slightly, and a soft pink hue appeared airbrushed over her cheek. Under the crystal chandeliers, she almost seemed to have a fine glitter dusted over her that reflected as she moved.

As if she could feel the weight of my stare, she turned to face me. Her crystal blue eyes locked with mine. She tilted her head as she narrowed her gaze and swept those gorgeous eyes over me from the floor up.

Something about her seemed so familiar, but I couldn’t place her. I lifted my chin, and the corner of my mouth quirked up. She boldly held my gaze as one of her dark brows arched.

“Leo,” Vittorio said in an irritated tone, telling me he’d likely spoken it more than once.

“I’ll be back,” I absently responded as I further ignored him to approach the pixie-like beauty.

When I was a mere six to eight feet from her, the man I hadn’t noticed standing next to her put his hand on her back in a possessive manner, and I stopped in my tracks. A burning fury swept through me.

She broke our stare and gave her attention to the man who was talking to Gabriel and his wife, Alia. Funny, I hadn’t noticed any of them prior to that moment, as they had all been eclipsed by her beauty.

Alas, I wasn’t about to start a fight under my brother’s penthouse roof, so I turned to walk away.

“Leo,” I heard Gabriel call out and inwardly cursed. The last thing I wanted to do was have a little group chat with my brother, his wife, the pixie, and her date. It left me feeling irrationally angry. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck .

Schooling my features, I sighed, then slowly spun back around.

Trying my damnedest to appear pleasant when I inexplicably wanted to wrap my hands around the neck of the man touching her, I approached the group.

“Hey, you,” Alia greeted as she gave me a side hug and a reassuring smile. My brothers’ wives almost made me feel guilty for being so sour all the time.

I returned the gesture, then straightened my jacket as I waited for introductions.

“Leo, I’d like you to meet Peter Romanov. Peter and his—” Gabriel introduced, but I interrupted.

“Neverland Acquisitions,” I inserted. Though I’d never met him, I knew exactly who he was by name. “I was there today, as a matter of fact. I spoke with one of your agents today about a painting I’m hoping to acquire—a certain Richard Dadd painting.”

“Is that right?” Peter asked with a cunning smile and an interested tilt of his head. In a way, he reminded me of a shark. If he was running in the same circles as my family, he likely was.

Good thing I’d learned from the best.

“It is,” I smoothly replied.

A small throat clearing followed my statement. “And I’m Tinsley. My brother and I both own Neverland Acquisitions,” the soft but incredibly sensual voice announced. My eyes immediately went to the diminutive woman at Peter’s side. She was holding out her hand as if I would shake it as well.

That’s when what she said sunk in. “Brother.”

Instead of shaking her proffered hand, I gently took her fingers in mine and leaned forward as I lifted it to my lips. At the moment of contact, something jolted through me as if I’d been shocked by a defibrillator. It momentarily took my breath away.

When I looked up, it was to find her staring at me with wide blue eyes full of surprise. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Tinsley.”

Those becoming pink cheeks darkened to a rosy hue, and I had a feeling the insane attraction might actually be mutual. As I continued to stare into her eyes, I realized I was still holding her hand a hairsbreadth from my lips. As calmly and casually as I could, I released her hand.

“Leo is my youngest brother,” Gabe announced, and the reminder that it should’ve been announced that Francesco and I were his youngest brothers stabbed through my head.

Suddenly, I was ready to go. The evening had barely started, but already I was done. Alessio and I had shared one of the condos below until he moved in with his new wife. Maybe if I searched again, I’d find some alcohol or pills stashed somewhere I’d missed. I just needed enough to settle my nerves so I could sleep.

“Well, it was nice meeting you,” I assured them. “But I think I’m going to call it a night. I’ll be waiting to see what your agent can procure for me.”

“Leo, wait,” Gabriel said as he followed me.

“Gabe, I can’t, okay? You’ve all made sure the condo was scoured clean. I’m not drinking, I’m not popping pills; just leave me alone for one fucking night.” At least I wasn’t at that given moment.

“I wanted you to meet Peter’s sister. She seems like a nice girl, and I thought maybe you two might hit it off,” he continued. He seemed sincere, but I didn’t trust myself with her. My needs were… demanding. She was tiny, and I was emotional and hanging on by a thread.

Bad idea.

“I’m sure she is, which is exactly why she should stay away from me,” I shot back with a self-deprecating laugh.

He stepped closer. “Leo… I need your help with this.”

I had no idea what he was talking about, but there was nothing I could do for him. “I’m not the one you need if you need help. Talk to Vittorio. Or Alessio.”

Before he could say anything else, I walked away. Thankfully, he didn’t follow. Though as I pushed the button for my floor, someone else did because they stopped the doors from closing. Glancing up, I was shocked to see it was Tinsley.

“You’re leaving?”

“No,” she replied as the door slid shut and she spun to face me. There was a wildness in her eyes as she shoved me against the wall with a strength that I wasn’t prepared for. Heat blazed between us as she reached up and pulled my head down.

Neither of us said a word as my hands instantly found her ass, and I lifted her off her feet until our lips met. The kiss was desperate and animalistic. She tasted like champagne and bad decisions.

Somehow, in the wave of desire that was drowning us, her dress ended up around her hips, and her smooth legs were wrapped around my waist. The silky-soft globes of her ass were clutched in my palms with my fingers digging into her flesh, and I didn’t even remember doing it.

The elevator pinged when it stopped on my floor, and I didn’t even break the kiss. Her hands were in my hair and tugging at my clothes. If I were any other man, I might’ve questioned where this was coming from. We didn’t know each other. This instant and overwhelming lust was unreal. Yet, I could not stop.

Like the blind leading the blind, I stumbled toward my door. We didn’t break as I shoved her against the wall and fumbled for the code on my door. By some miracle, I got it right without looking and shoved the door wide. It slammed closed after we cleared the threshold, but I barely paid attention.

Yeah, I should’ve at least taken her to my bed, but when I set her down on her feet and she dropped to her knees, my brain shut down. At some point, she’d unbuttoned my shirt, and my tie was undone. She unfastened my belt and slacks, then took my already hard length in her hands. My jaw dropped when she licked it from base to tip before swirling her tongue around the tip and sucking on it. “Jesus fucking Christ,” I muttered when she began to swallow it inch by inch.

As my lids closed, my eyes rolled back, and I gripped her golden waves in my fists. If she’d been anyone else, I likely would’ve just rammed my cock down their throat and fucked their mouth until I came. For some reason, with her, I couldn’t. I wanted to fuck her, yes, but I also wanted to worship her like a goddess.

Treat her like a princess.

Yet fuck her like I owned her.

There was this steady vibration thrumming through my veins. Every second that ticked by, these invisible vines grew and wrapped around me, tying me to her.

In record time, she had me on the verge of exploding. Without warning, I jerked out of her hot, wet mouth and barked, “On your feet. Turn around.”

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and did as I said. What I didn’t need to tell her was to bend over the back of the couch and put that ass in the air because she already had. The skirt of her green dress was wadded up over her back, baring her ass to me.

No panties.

“Fuck,” I breathed as I reached between her legs, and my middle finger grew immediately slippery because she was that soaked. Though I wanted nothing more than to shove my cock into her as hard as I could, when I brought my finger to my mouth and got a taste, I needed more.

It was my turn to go to my knees. Grabbing her ass cheeks, I separated them and lifted her up as I pushed my tongue inside her. Her moan was fuel to my fire, and I ate that pussy like a man starving. By the time she screamed and liquid gushed down my chin and over my shirt, I was throbbing almost painfully.

Unlike her, I didn’t wipe my face. I stood up, took her head by the hair, and turned her to kiss me. She shamelessly returned the kiss and swallowed her own juices that remained on my tongue. Only then did I stop and grab my dick to line it up and drive it inside her.

She was so tiny, a small voice told me to be careful, but then she ground out, “Yes! Like that!”

My chin dropped to my chest, and I shrugged my shirt off, allowing it to fall carelessly to the floor. Then I held her hips and slowly withdrew. I watched in fascination as my glistening cock was revealed before I thrust it deep again.

“Yes, Daddy! Harder. Fuck me harder!” she begged, and I lost my goddamn mind.

Without conscious thought, I drove in and out of her hot, tight cunt. “Like that, baby?” I asked her as I did exactly as she asked. When she didn’t answer me but instead just whimpered, I smacked her ass. Hard.

Satisfaction bloomed in my chest as a dark-pink handprint formed on her creamy skin.

“Fuck yes!” she cried out, so I did it again. “Yes, Daddy. Spank me because I’ve been so very bad.”

This fucking girl , I thought to myself. Placing my splayed hand in the middle of her back to keep her pinned to the couch, I spanked her like she needed.

Then, I pulled out, and she cried out in distress. Grabbing her, I spun her like a doll, loving the way her pretty blue eyes stared up at me like I was her god. I grabbed her by the front of the throat and squeezed slightly. “How bad have you been?”

“So bad,” she gasped, and I felt her throat bob against my palm as she swallowed.

Power and desire bloomed inside me. I lifted her, and she understood the assignment. Those slender legs went around me, and she held herself up as I worked my way back inside her. Once I was fully seated, I walked us over to the wall until her back was pressed against it.

“What if Daddy likes it when his good girl is bad?” I whispered as I slowly dragged the tip of my nose along her jaw until I reached her ear. I sucked her lobe, earring and all, into my mouth as I held her by the throat.

She whimpered, and I grinned into her neck.

“Does Daddy’s baby girl like it fast or slow?” I murmured.

“Fast,” she whispered, and my smile went downright evil as I slowly moved in and out of her dripping wet sheath.

“Well, because you were a bad girl, you get it slow,” I explained, though each time I was almost in, I pounded the last inch in as hard as I could. The swells of her breasts jiggled enticingly above the deep V of her gown.

Her nails dug into my arms, and I wanted to rip her dress off and cast it to the side like trash. Instead, I grabbed her with it trailing over my hands and walked down the hall to my bedroom. With each step, I took my time lifting her on and off of my cock.

When we reached the bed, I lifted her off, and her dissatisfied whine matched the one in my head. She didn’t have time to say or do anything else because I turned her to face the bed, gently brushed her hair out of the way, and unzipped the gown like I should’ve before. With a feather-light touch, I pushed it off her shoulders and let it slide to the floor in a pool of shimmering green.

She stood with her arms at her side, unashamed that she was standing completely naked in a stranger’s bedroom. She turned her head slightly as if she were thinking of turning around but instead remained steadfast. The backs of my fingers trailed down her spine to the curve of her hip, and she gave an involuntary shiver.

“What made you follow me?” I asked her, wondering if my brother had set this up.

“I-I don’t know,” she murmured, her thick lashes fanning the tops of her flushed cheeks.

It was as if she were a pint-sized magnet because my lips were drawn to her in a way I couldn’t stop. It took me leaning down to reach the slope of her shoulder, where I dropped kisses in a path up to the crook of her neck.

With a satisfied sigh, she tilted her head to accommodate me.

Before I was aware, I was cupping her pert tits and pinching her nipples.

When she moved slightly to allow her ass to rub my cock, I groaned. “I need you,” she insisted.

“On the bed. Ass in the air,” I instructed, and she immediately complied. It didn’t take me long to follow. Using my knees, I spread hers and took a sharp breath as I saw that the insides of both thighs were wet. “Daddy is gonna fuck you so good now,” I told her as I notched the tip of my cock and slid it inside her tight sheath with a groan that she duplicated.

“Yes,” she whispered excitedly. “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard.”

Never before had I truly worried about the women I fucked. I was an asshole. A selfish prick who used women and took my pleasure. They only got theirs because it gave me a twisted sense of power to make them lose control. Yet with this delicate-looking woman, I paused. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I admitted, shocking myself with that confession.

“You won’t. And if you do, it will be worth it. Now fuck me.”

“Demanding little pixie,” I muttered with a grin. This was going to be so good. I pulled my hips back, then drove them forward, reveling in the gasp that escaped her lips as much as in how good she felt wrapped around my shaft.

I watched as she dropped her head and clutched the bedding.

“Fuck yes,” she breathlessly chanted as I began to give her exactly what she asked for.

As sweat started to run down my temples and back, I shoved her chest to the bed, then relentlessly slammed into her welcoming body. It was unlike anything I’d experienced before, and I wasn’t sure what to make of that.

My lips tingled, and the vibration I experienced earlier grew in strength until it was a hum in my veins. I wanted to talk dirty to her, but I couldn’t form words. The air around us practically crackled with the energy that we created. Panting and grunts echoed in my ears, though I wasn’t sure if they came from her or me. The wet slapping of flesh mixed with soft grunts had me moving faster—harder.

“Yes, Daddy, yes, Daddy, yes, Daddy,” she crooned, and I experienced the familiar tingle in my spine that went to my balls as my cock thickened.

“Fuck yeah, you’re gonna make Daddy come. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I muttered as I trembled at the building explosion.

“Oh God,” she moaned as her pussy went unbelievably tight, then pulsed around me as she buried her face in the pillow and screamed to all that was holy.

It wasn’t long before I was groaning and emptied myself into her.

The aftermath of that fuck session found us sweaty, breathless, and with most of the pillows strewn about the floor. “Jesus,” I muttered. Reluctantly, I withdrew and fell to the bed next to her.

Belatedly, I thought about what I’d done. I palmed my face. She was Peter Romanov’s sister—a powerful but private man who, at times, I believed might rival my brother when it came to questionable—okay, downright dirty—business. He was my brother’s acquaintance and a notoriously dark figure in our world. Yeah, her brother owned a very profitable auction and acquisitions business. And I’d fucked his sister like she was some chick I picked up in a random bar.

Bare.

No fucking condom.

Christ, I had her call me “Daddy.” That hadn’t ever been a kink of mine before, but it sure as hell was now. In my defense, she started it.

As I pressed on my eyes and tried to figure out how the fuck I was going to handle this, I heard her roll over. The bed shifted slightly as she got up.

“I’ll be right back,” she announced in a soft and husky voice.

She came back a few minutes later, and like the reckless fool I’d become, I did it all over again.

Twice.

We fell into an exhausted slumber sometime in the middle of the night. When I woke up the next morning, she was gone.