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Layla

The alcohol churns in my stomach, and it’s taking everything in me to keep everything I’ve eaten and drunk for the day from exploding out. I swallow down the bile and try to school my features.

“Sunshine, I’ve got a proposition for you.” His voice is firm and strong, and there is something in how he talks, power and confidence radiates from him.

He is in control. The puppeteer of something very dangerous.

And somehow, I am now front and centre in it.

“It would seem you have found yourself in my world. The deal is simple, we continue whatever this little encounter is.” He points his finger back and forth between us. “On the outside we are a doting couple, falling head over heels in love. You will smile, laugh, and worship the ground I walk on. You’ll feed Levi the information I want you to give him, and in return I’ll protect you and your loved ones.”

“And behind closed doors?” I ask stupidly, my heart already starting to beat wildly. His black obsidian eyes fill with something.

“Behind closed doors, I will do what I want with your body, I will fuck you until you see stars, I will give you the greatest pleasure you have ever experienced.”

My mouth is hanging open; who the fuck does this guy think he is?

“I bet you can’t even find my G spot.”

He grins. “Your pleasure is mine, and mine alone. Do you understand me, Layla?”

“So, you expect me to put my life, my grandfather’s and Katy’s lives, in your hands? And in return I get great sex.”

He smirks, the arrogant twat.

“No, thanks.” I shrug.

“Stop the car,” Luca commands, and his driver pulls up to the kerb. “Get out.”

Shit.

I’ve pushed him too far. My stupid goddamn mouth.

The driver steps out and shuts the door behind him, leaving us alone.

Wait, what? I go to open my mouth, but the words are lost on the tip of my tongue.

Luca gets onto his knees in the custom Mercedes and looks up at me, a wicked smile on his face. He looks so handsome. His eyes darken.

Uh-oh.

“Less than thirty minutes ago, you were begging me to fuck you.” I squeeze my legs together in apprehension as I stare mute, waiting for his next move. He grasps my ankle and starts running his hands deftly up my smooth legs. “You’re like a drug. Why are you playing stubborn now all of a sudden?” He inches closer and my chest heaves as I try to control my rapid breath. “You’re desperate to feel me inside you.”

That is the one thing I want.

No, that’s not true. I want my life back.

I’d rather not be caught in the crossfire of whatever the hell is going on in the underworld of London.

He tilts his head.

I could stop this; I should stop this.

But I do want him, and he can keep us safe. Although I don’t know him, not really, I trust him over Levi and, regardless of how Luca wants to spin this, he needs me.

Whatever he’s plotting, I’m now a vital piece to throw off Levi. While I’m useful, I’m safe, as are Grandad and Katy.

I glance out to see where his driver has gone.

“Eyes on me, sunshine,” he demands, and I obey. “Relax.” He places a kiss on my knee and licks a path from where his lips touched my skin all the way up my inner thigh.

“Fuck,” I mutter, completely entranced watching him track closer and closer to my apex. His eyes never leaving mine. The dress stops him from going farther and he pushes the material out of his way. I lift myself up and it bunches around my waist.

I’m completely on show to him, my lace thong soaked.

He kneels forward and shoves his head into my pussy, taking a huge breath.

I should feel self-conscious, I should feel embarrassed at the potential of me being a sweaty mess. But I feel none of those things as he nibbles me through the lace.

“I’m going to give you a taste now. I’m going to show you what could happen between us if you agree to it.”

“I can’t—”

“You can.” He looks at me intently. “Take off your underwear.”

I lift my arse off the leather seat and pull my thong off, not taking my eyes from him. The air crackles between us; my breathing speeds up.

He takes the thong from me and puts it in his pocket, before dropping his gaze to my core. His eyes darken with desire.

“Shaven.” He’s pleased. “Relax, Layla. Breathe, baby.” My breath hitches with apprehension and he pushes me gently back onto the seat, hooking his arms under my knees and pulling me to him.

His tongue sweeps through my folds sending bolts of pleasure through me, my back arches into it. Into him.

“God, you taste fucking amazing,” he says, between sucks and licks. I throw my head back and a deep moan comes out.

He pushes my legs fully open so that I’m laid bare. “Do not move your legs.” His tongue plunges into my wet pussy, he unhooks his arms and adds a finger into me. Softly moving it between my folds and dipping in, rubbing my walls while simultaneously licking my clit.

His eyes meet mine and he holds my gaze whilst working me. I’m breathless, my moans and gasps coming thick and fast as I climb to my orgasm. One finger becomes two as he plunges deep inside and curls up, hitting that delicious spot making me clench forward on a surprised yelp.

“Ah…there it is. The G-spot.” He grins at me then delves right back in, concentrating on pulling every ounce of pleasure from my body.

This man is a god.

His tongue puts pressure on my clit, as he adds another finger into my pussy and fills me. I start to rock against him, climbing towards the release.

“Yes, Layla, fuck my face,” he growls, and I do. I ride his face, desperate for more. I grip his hair holding his mouth to me as I grind shamelessly against him. The car fills with the sound of my slickness, moans, and his coaxing, filthy words.

“Feel that, sunshine. Feel me. This is what it would be like every time. Fingers, tongue, cock. I will pleasure you. I will worship you. I will protect you.”

“Oh, fuck,” I cry as a wave of desire crashes over me, catching me off guard. It comes out of nowhere, and I lean forward as pleasure courses through my body. My muscles clench as I scream out.

Liquid pools on my release, my walls clenching Luca’s fingers, but he doesn’t stop. He continues to devour me, he whips his fingers out and rubs my clit, over and over. It feels amazing, and I’m falling again. The orgasm ripping out of me as the last one still abates.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” shocked at how easily he has made me come again. Shocked at how powerful it is. The orgasm still washes over me, and his arms are back under me, flipping and pulling me closer to him so that my arse is in the air and knees are on the floor in front of him, my front falls onto the seat.

His fingers are back inside me, circling; he shifts position, then I feel him. His cock at my entrance coating the tip in my wetness, and I cry out in pleasure and pain as he rams into me, spearing me.

He grabs my hips and pistons back and forth, like a man possessed.

“One more, Layla. Milk my cock, sunshine. Fuck, you feel so fucking good.” He drives in and out, ramming into me. Every thrust I meet him, our bodies working in perfect synchronisation.

“Fuck, yes!” I scream. All coherent thoughts out of my head as I’m a slave to pleasure. A slave to him.

He’s fierce, his grip on my hips tight, and then he slaps me hard on the arse. The crash of the palm jolting pain through the bliss, and I’m exploding again.

“Fuck, Layla.” His hips grind against me, as he finds more speed and lets go. Lost in the moment, lost to the feeling.

I grip the seatbelt as he pushes me forward, the carpet rubbing my knees, the friction making the skin red and sore, but I can’t think past the feeling of his cock ramming into me, the sounds of our carnal grunts and moans.

A guttural noise comes out of him that is so unbelievably erotic I could come again. I’ve never heard a man make that sound, not with me.

I squeeze as tight as I can, clamping down on him as he rides his wave of pleasure.

“Fuck, yes, Layla, fucking hell.” He moans and I wish I could see the expression of ecstasy that I know is on his face.

My arms give up and I sink forward, my body flopping onto the seat as my breaths come in rapid puffs. He falls on top of me, his breath mingling with mine, his weight feeling glorious.

He’s right, he did make me see stars.