Page 29 of Entwined Lies (Entwined #1)

Isabelle

Luca leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, like he had all the time in the world. But his eyes didn’t lie—locked on my mouth, dark and heavy, as if he was already thinking about how he’d ruin me. His fingers flexed against his arms, his smirk faltering just enough to show the crack forming.

“You’ve been playing dirty all day.”

“Have I?” I asked, barely able to contain the satisfied grin that threatened to slip free.

This was the only time I felt untouchable—when I was the center of his universe, the obsession that consumed him.

Until he looked at me like this, until I could keep him fixated, we were safe.

Or at least as safe as we could be. Because as long as his attention stayed locked on me, he wouldn’t bother to dig deeper into my life, to uncover truths I couldn’t afford him to know.

But it wasn’t just about safety—I wanted him.

God help me, I wanted him, even though wanting him might be the most dangerous choice of all.

“You know exactly what you’re doing, but I’ll recap for you,” he muttered, stepping closer.

“Hand on my thigh in the car, moving just enough to give me a hard-on. Bending down at the warehouse, showing off that see-through bra that barely covers a damn thing. And now… tiny bikini, spoon in your mouth like you’re auditioning for a porno. ”

I let my mouth curve into a slow, wicked smile, my tongue flicking over the spoon before dipping it back in .

“A porno? What do you watch?”

His brow furrowed, and confusion flickered across his face, though his eyes stayed fixed on my mouth.

“What?”

“What. Do. You. Watch?” I repeated, letting the spoon linger against my lips. “Please be specific, I like directions.”

“That’s what you want?”

He closed the distance between us, his hands landing on the counter on either side of me, caging me in.

I looked up at him with a teasing smile.

“If I didn’t want it… I wouldn’t be asking, would I?”

Luca leaned down so close I could feel the heat of his mouth at my ear, burning hotter than the Florida sun outside.

“I don’t care about the pretty, perfect shit. Not the stuff that’s lit like a goddamn art project or edited to death. That’s not real. I want the kind where she’s raw, not faking, not holding back. She’s just… gone. Lost in it. Lost in him. Because nothing else matters.”

“No kink? No filthy little scene locked and loaded? Tragic. I was about to give you a live-action version.”

My voice was steadier than I expected, considering my brain had just entered survival mode. Was I playing bold? Absolutely. Did I have any business being bold? Probably not.

“Plenty,” Luca murmured, hand sliding up to cradle my jaw, lifting my chin higher until our eyes locked.

His smirk was slow and sharp, like he was savoring every second.

“Care to elaborate?”

“Trust me, you’re not ready for what I’m thinking.”

Not ready? The words landed like a challenge, sharp enough to sting.

His nose traced the curve of my neck, his lips pressing a kiss that made my thoughts scatter. But it didn’t silence my wounded ego. The retort burned in the back of my throat, spilling out before I could think it through.

“You talk a big game for someone who’s keeping it all bottled up. Maybe I’m the one pushing you past your limits.”

That smug curve of his lips made me want to wipe it away, pushing my mouth ahead of my brain.

“What if I said I want you to fuck my throat as deep and rough as you want. Or you could do whatever you want. Show me your worst. Let loose without limits.”

The silence hit hard—thick and suffocating.

He didn’t see it coming.

Neither did I.

Oh my God. Oh my actual God. What is wrong with me? Of all the things I could’ve said, THAT’S what came out? If there were a world record for digging your own grave in conversation, I’d be smashing it right now.

His lips pressed tight, but the devilish expression that followed was sharp enough to cut.

“Fuck your throat? That’s hot as hell. Specific.

I like specifics. But just to clarify—and please, correct me if I’m wrong here—I’m not hallucinating, right?

” He paused, studying me for a heartbeat before adding, “You, an attorney, who knows exactly who I am, telling me to let loose with absolutely no fucking limits? To do whatever I want? No hesitation?”

Heat crawled up my neck, and I couldn’t believe I’d actually said those words—those exact words.

“Yes,” I doubled down, lifting my chin.

My stomach was doing Olympic-level flips, but I refused to chicken out now. If he thought he could unnerve me, he had another thing coming. The key was not to blink. Or breathe too fast. Or let him see that I’d already realized just how badly I’d fucked up.

“Wow… you’re awfully confident for someone who clearly didn’t think this through. ”

If dealing with Luca Abruzzo had a learning curve, I was stuck at the bottom because I wasn’t prepared for this reaction. Not at all.

I should have shut up. I knew that. But his answer hit me sideways, and before I could think twice, the dumbest question broke free. “Why?”

His hand slid to my neck, his grip sending a shiver down my spine.

“You see,” he began, his voice low and smooth, “I could have you tied down, taking away everything but the way you feel me. Blindfolded so you can’t tell what’s coming next.

Leave you begging for whatever I decide to give you.

Every sound, every touch, every little gasp…

” His breath brushed my ear as he leaned closer.

“You wouldn’t just feel it. You’d crave it. Down to your fucking bones.”

My breath hitched as the vivid imagery sent a rush of heat through me. The way he said it, I wanted every word.

“And then,” he pulled back, looking deep into my eyes, “I’d bring in the diaper.”

I froze. “The what?”

He shrugged, his face the picture of nonchalance. “The diaper. Think about it, Izzy. Practical. Absorbent. No mess.”

What the actual fuck?

I blinked, my mind scrambling to focus on anything but the scene he painted.

“You called me Izzy?”

His brow arched, his smirk growing. “You can’t be serious. That’s the part that got your attention?”

“Well…” I muttered, throwing a quick glance up at the ceiling as if maybe divine intervention would strike me dead on the spot.

“I’m just trying to focus on the most positive part because this conversation started hot and then turned awkward and mortifying in, like, three seconds flat…

That’s—Luca! That’s so disgusting! Why would you even— ”

“Because it’s hilarious,” he cut in, laughing. “Siren, you’re the one who thought you could drop a blank check like ‘no limits’ and not expect me to cash it. But what if it means bringing the part of me that thrives on violence into this room, reminding you exactly who I am?”

“You’re not serious, right?”

“No, but the face you made proves my point.” He reached out, his thumb brushing over my jaw, the touch gentle, almost distracting.

“You said ‘no limits,’ but there is one. It’s you.

I don’t care if I’m so far gone I can’t tell up from down.

If I’ve got my cock in your throat and I’m so fucking desperate for you I can’t breathe.

You call it, and it’s done. No hesitation. No second-guessing.”

He leaned in closer, his thumb resting under my chin, forcing my gaze to stay on his.

“But if you don’t stop me? I’ll take everything you let me. I’ll push you, wreck you in ways you didn’t think you could handle. And you’ll love every fucking second of it.”

I stared at him, thrown for half a second by the shift.

They say getting out of your comfort zone builds character.

What they don’t mention is the part where you’re stuck on a counter while an impossibly hot man casually offers to stop fucking your throat anytime you want.

What kind of self-improvement program was this?

Because my face was on fire, my pulse was racing, and my brain was busy screaming “Abort mission!” while my body was like, “Let’s see where this goes. ”

I should’ve been mortified. Scratch that—I was mortified. But there was also this tiny, reckless voice in the back of my mind that whispered, “What if you don’t ask him to stop?”

Trying to save face, I said, “Okay, that’s… very considerate of you.”

“Considerate?” His lips curled into something impossibly dark.

“Siren, my cock is already hard enough to punch a hole through this counter, and you think I’m considerate?

Trust me, the only thing I’m trying to decide is whether I stop when you choke or push you just a little further to see if you can take it. ”

He said it so casually, as if he were describing dinner plans and not my impending moral collapse. And honestly? I was curious to see the menu. Which probably said more about me than I wanted to unpack right now.

“Why do I feel like I’ll need a bath in holy water after this?”

“Holy water? The entire Vatican wouldn’t even know where to start.

Judging by what came out of your mouth and what you’re fantasizing about taking in it next, God’s probably halfway through His second smoke break and thinking about pouring a stiff drink,” Luca said with a laugh as his hand found the back of my neck, his fingers threading through my hair, pulling me into him.

His mouth crashed into mine, stealing whatever breath I had left. Hard. Messy. Like he couldn’t help it.

I slid my hands down his chest and lower, pausing at the line of his belt.

“You’re wrong,” I murmured, breaking the kiss.

I dipped my fingers lower, teasing the waistband of his pants.

“Am I?”

I didn’t answer right away, pressing my palm over him through his pants instead. He was hard under my touch, and when I squeezed, his groan came sharp and immediate. That sound—it made my stomach tighten.

“You think I’m fantasizing about the act.” My fingers worked at his belt, freeing it. “And don’t get me wrong, it’s fucking hot. But that’s not why I want it. You want to know what gets me off?”

“Tell me.”

His smug expression faltered as I popped the button of his pants and slid his zipper down .

I brushed over him through his briefs and squeezed again, earning another groan.

“The way you sound when you lose control,” I whispered, lips ghosting over his. “When you use me like you’ll die without it.”

I slipped my hand into his briefs, my fingers wrapping around him. His breath hitched as I gave him a slow stroke.

“The groans. The way your breathing turns rough, the filthy words that spill out like you can’t control them. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Fuck, Siren. You really want to see me lose it, don’t you?”

“I want to see you out of your mind.” My lips brushed his again as my hand moved. “I want to hear how much you need it. I want you so far gone, you forget how to breathe.”

His hand shot to my wrist, stopping my movement. “Do you have any idea how badly I want to let go right now? To let you finish me right here?”

I squeezed again, and his groan broke the air between us, his hand gripping my wrist tighter.

“But I’m too fucking into the idea of using your mouth, of losing myself completely in your fantasy. Getting off on me losing it on you? I didn’t have that kink when I woke up this morning. I do now.”

Before I could even breathe, Luca had me up—hands under my thighs, lifting me straight off the counter.

I wrapped around him without thinking, clinging tight as he stalked toward the stairs. But halfway up, gravity caught up with him—his pants slid halfway down his hips, forcing him to stop.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, readjusting with a huff while I bit back a grin against his neck.

“You really didn’t plan this part out, huh?”

“I had a plan, but it got lost somewhere between you throwing out fantasies like confetti and stroking my cock. ”

“You could just put me down, you know.”

“Not a chance.”

Still holding me tight with one arm, Luca shoved his pants and briefs down with the other in one rough move, letting them fall and kicking them aside without even looking.

He adjusted his grip on me and took the stairs fast. When we hit the door, he didn’t bother slowing down—just pushed it open with one leg and carried me straight in. In three strides, he was at the bed, lowering me onto it like he couldn’t wait another second.

“You’re about to get everything you asked for.” His body caged mine, his eyes burning into me, his voice like a promise and a threat all at once.