Page 11 of The Sicilian Bastard

"Give it to me, it's mine," Luciano grunted in my ear. He kissed down my neck and rubbed his finger roughly over my clit.

I was so close.

"I'm almost there, fuck," I panted.

"It's mine, like you are," he growled against my neck, opened his mouth, and bit down as hard as he could.

I screamed out my pain and let loose the orgasm that had been building inside me.

"Fuck yes!"

I vaguely heard Luciano cry above me, my mind drifting off from the endorphin rush I was having. I collapsed onto my stomach, uncaring that it pulled my arms.

Luciano collapsed beside me, his harsh breathing puncturing the silence between us. A few minutes later, but it felt like hours, he undid the handcuffs and my aching arms fell flat on the bed beside me.

I drifted off, listening to the sound of his heartbeat in the silence. Everything else I could deal with in the morning.

* * *

The bright sun was shining through my curtains again. I groaned and brought my arms over my face, never once opening my eyes. My elbow hit a warm, hard body lying next to mine and my eyes popped open.

There was a man in the bed with me. Last night came rushing back. The VIP party, my dance, the overbearing giant, and sex with Luciano. I smothered a gasp and sat up, my shoulders groaning in protest.

Luciano was sleeping with his face away from me, flat down on his stomach. I stopped myself short from moving his hair out of his face. It was so red. Almost like blood against the white pillows.

I crawled over his sleeping form and tiptoed to the bathroom. I did my business and washed my hands in the sink. I looked at my face as I dried them off on the fancy hotel towels. As I stared at my reflection, I started second-guessing everything I was doing.

Who was Luciano?

How could I have slept with him?

What should I do now?

That second instinct I had, told me I needed to run. That I wouldn't want to see what happened when Luciano woke up. I grabbed a robe that was hanging off the back of the door and rushed out of the bathroom, headed straight to the door.

A rustle of the sheets made me pause mid-step. Luciano sat up in the bed and spun around. I must've woken him up taking care of business in the bathroom. I kept walking as quietly as I could, to the door. I kept one eye on the door and one on Luciano, like he was a wild animal. The depiction wasn't that far off. He'd carried me into this hotel room like a crazed lunatic. We had fought and he had sex with me.

Unprotected, a voice whispered unbidden in the back of my mind. Thank goodness for the implant, but I was going to grab a plan B pill just in case. I'd also force Ruby to come with me to the clinic for an STD panel. I couldn't believe I'd been so stupid. No man had ever made me forget protection.

"Where are you going,fiore?" Luciano rasped. His morning voice was even sexier than his sexy night voice.

I gasped and gave a noncommittal shrug. Something told me that I was flirting with danger. It was the predatory gaze he shot me. The tension in his upper body. Or the way his hand flexed above the sheets. All I knew was that if I made any sudden movements, my ass was grass.

"I don't like to repeat myself, so don't make me ask you again," his sexy voice dripped to a menacing whisper.

I had to lean forward to hear the words drip out of his mouth. I jumped back like he was a feral dog ready to bite me for being in his territory. I backed away to the wall behind me right behind the door. Luciano moved off the bed in a flash. He stood, his naked body glistening as he stared at me. His deep gaze penetrated my very soul. I needed a second. One second where his focus wasn't on me, to get away.

Luciano went to reach into a black bag on the floor and I spun on my heel and booked it to the door. I made that fatal error in horror movies where, instead of going, I glanced behind to see how far my assailant was. If I thought he was going for a weapon, I was dead wrong and what he had in his hand was even more terrifying than a gun.

A needle. I didn't know what was in it and I didn't care to know. I pulled on the handle, ready to go, before I realized the locks were in place. Rookie mistake. With shaking hands, I flung the locks open and slid the chain out of place. I pulled on the door handle again, and this time it opened an inch before his hand was there to slam it shut. I screamed and threw my head back. He must've gotten a feel for my moves last night when I was busy doing foreplay. I had one more second to shoot him a pleading look over my shoulder and then it was lights out. All I knew was blackness.