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Luca

“I want you to fuck me.” The little temptress punctuates the words slowly, and they go straight to my cock, which she is absolutely right, is throbbing. I’m straining behind my zipper and desperate to do what she’s begging for.

My sunshine is full of surprises tonight. I always knew she had a fire in her, but this…Roman’s right, she’s a loose end. Once I fuck her, she’s dead, as is her roommate. She’s begging for me to end her.

I could do that, my cock could still be in her. I could take a knife to that delicate throat that I grip in my hand and slice it. Still having my come dripping from her would be a new one, but I’m not averse to it.

“Luca.” I don’t take my eyes off Layla when Roman tries to pull us away from staring at each other, I can see him out of my peripheral vision.

“What?” I grate out, the air between me and Layla supercharged, and I’m not letting business get in the way of it.

“You have an audience.”

“So does Asher Black, and I don’t see anyone else complaining.” Layla’s eyes don’t move from mine, and it’s a battle of wills again.

Just like on the dance floor.

“Not what I mean.” Something in his tone has me loosen the grip and I look up to see Duchess and Levi standing on the other side of the VIP suite. Duchess is waving at the lads, but Levi…Levi’s eyes are locked on our little show, a pensive look on his face.

“Shit.” I spit out, dropping my grip. I lean forward and smash my lips into her, kissing hard. No tongue, just dominating pressure and she gives just as good.

It’s hard, it’s controlling, I want to push my tongue into her mouth, I want to devour her, I want to grip her by the throat, pull her hair, and sink my dick into her.

I deserve a medal for being able to keep myself under control.

She plays the game well; maybe there’s a greater use for my little temptress after all.

I pull back and see her lust-filled eyes. She touches her lips, and I grin then grip her hand in mine and lead her over to my cousin, grabbing a bottle of vodka off the table.

“Hello, Isabella,” I say, as Duchess smiles at me, her bright blue eyes always sparkling with some unknown secret. Her hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail that goes on forever. She has a pair of those wet-look leggings that make her legs look like fucking skyscrapers, and she’s in a tight-laced top that ends above her belly button.

As always, she’s the epitome of beauty.

She leans in and we greet each other with a kiss on each cheek.

“All sorted at home?” I ask.

“All sorted. And you are–?”

“Layla.” I can sense her hesitation, her muscles tensing, a shift in her as her own mask comes down.

“Nice to meet you, Layla.” Duchess kisses her on both cheeks before grabbing her hand and pulling her to the sofa. “Oh my God, I love your dress.”

“What do you want?” I ask Levi once the girls are out of earshot.

“Now, now, Cousin, where’s the hospitality? I don’t want anything, Duchess was in the mood for a party, and I heard your place was buzzing tonight. We walked into the lovely view of Asher blowing his load into that blonde’s mouth. Who’s your girl?”

I shrug. “Just someone from the dance floor.”

“Is that so? Do you mind if I play with her then?” he says, looking over his shoulder at Layla who’s laughing at something Duchess has said. The thought of Levi touching her settles a strange feeling in my stomach.

“I’m not sure Isabella would appreciate that. I heard things have progressed.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” He takes the bottle out of my hand before walking to the seats, joining the girls, who look like they are long-lost friends.

Roman is lingering and I nod once to him.

Bloody Levi.

“So how do you know my cousin?” Levi asks Layla who shimmies to the right along the seat to make room for me. He’s checking stories, and I silently plead with her to read the atmosphere. She glances at me, and our eyes meet.

“I don’t.” She shrugs. “We met tonight, I’m here with some friends.” She tucks a loose curl behind her ear, and I watch the move mesmerised at how beautiful she looks tonight.

Her black dress is pulled in at all the right spots, accentuating her curves, her tits out of this world in her mesh top.

Fuck me.

I need to stop staring.

I’m showing way too much here. So, what do I do? I place my palm lightly on her thigh and squeeze gently.

“To new friends,” Levi says, peering over his glass.

Stupid. Fucking. Slip up.

I cannot show that Layla is my weakness.

Is she though?

Do I fucking care?

She’s a loose end, I have just been imagining slitting her throat, why do I care what Levi thinks he has seen?

“To new friends,” we all say, but Layla is hesitant. She necks the shot like a trooper and stands.

“Nice to meet you all, but I really should go find my friend.”

Rome said she had good senses. She isn’t stupid. She’s far from it.

“Ah, so soon.” Levi says, pretending to care. “I’d have enjoyed talking to you more. It’s so nice to meet you.”

“Yes, lovely talking to you, Layla.” Duchess stands and gives her another kiss on each cheek.

She goes to step over me, desperate to escape, but catches her boot on my foot and starts to fall. I catch her by the arm and only her clutch lands on the floor, the clasp popping open. Spilling the contents on the floor.

“Oh, my God,” she says, blushing.

Roman sweeps in quickly, saving her from further embarrassment, as I pull her back to standing.

“Okay?” I ask, pulling her into me more than I intended. Feeling her warmth, breathing in her coconut scent. I don’t want to let her go. Mine.

“It’s these stupid shoes, I told Katy I couldn’t walk in heels.”

Duchess laughs.

“Roman, it’s okay, I’ve got it,” she says.

And there’s her mistake.

If I’d just met her, how would she know Roman? Levi desperately tries to peer round Roman who has positioned himself to block the contents from the view of Levi and Duchess.

Roman stuffs Layla’s belongings back in quickly and hands the clutch back to her.

“I’ll see you later,” she says.

I nod, watching as she leaves me standing rubbing my jaw.

I meet Roman’s eyes and I see the warning clear as day.

I’ve just shown too much.