Page 12 of Unrelenting (Ruthless Temptations #1)

TEN

Lorenzo

The moment Lucia starts moving to the music, I experience regret for asking her to dance. The way she raises her hands above her head and sways her hips is hypnotic, and I’m not the only man feeling the effect of her innate seductiveness.

She’s attracting a lot of attention, and she doesn’t even realize it. With her eyes closed, she surrenders herself to the music.

Stepping closer, I wrap my arm around her waist, staking my claim on this beautiful temptress. She lowers her hands, resting them on my shoulders, and we move together, our bodies in synch as the pounding beat pulses through us.

Just having Lucia in my arms like this does things to me I never thought possible. In a short time, she’s softened my heart but hardened my resolve to protect what’s mine. I want to possess every part of her, while giving her the freedom to shine. Her success is as important to me as my own.

My vision of the future used to include having a wife who would stand by my side, making me look good. Now that I have Lucia, I want a partner. She wasn’t made to be any man’s trophy. Strong, capable and independent, she’s meant to be his queen.

As the tempo of the music changes, the heat between us builds. Lucia presses against me. She opens those big brown eyes and stares up at me as if I’m the only person in the room.

When she trails a finger down my cheek, my skin prickles. Fuck. I am so gone for this woman.

“You know, this music makes me want to do things,” she says, just loud enough for me to hear.

“What sort of things?” I murmur, though I can already guess from the way she rocks her hips against me.

“Naughty things.”

I raise an eyebrow as she steps back and holds out her hand. Taking it, I allow her to lead me from the dance floor. I’m intrigued to find out what she’s got in mind.

She heads back upstairs to our table, where she dismisses the security guard with a flick of her wrist. It’s an uncharacteristically imperious gesture that shows she means business.

Grabbing her glass of champagne, she knocks it back in one go.

“Dutch courage?” I ask.

“Something like that.”

She turns and scans the room, eventually spotting the door that leads to the restrooms.

“Come with me.” The gleam in her eye is wicked.

I let her drag me through the door and along the corridor to the restrooms.

When they were designing the club, Damiano had the bright idea of creating several individual restrooms instead of one large one in the VIP area.

I guess he realized the club’s patrons would enjoy the increased privacy.

Lucia pushes open the door to one of the ladies’ rooms and shoves me inside.

The room is spacious, with an armchair in the corner. There’s a vanity with a sink and a mirror above it and a separate stall housing the toilet. A crystal chandelier hangs at the center of the ceiling, and there are fresh flowers on a table in the corner across from the armchair.

“Fuck!” Lucia exclaims as she looks around. “This is way fancier than the ladies’ room at Gianetta’s.”

“It’s what the club’s VIPs are used to.”

“Yeah, but it puts the restaurant to shame. I’m going to have to think about remodeling if this is what people expect.”

Although the club shares many customers with Lucia’s restaurant, they aren’t looking for the same experience from her as they are when they come here.

When people dine at Gianetta’s, they’re looking for something intimate, a romantic setting with authentic food and wine. They don’t want sophistication. They want familiarity and the comfort of connecting with the region’s heritage.

La Stanza Rosso’s VIP lounge caters to those seeking something more decadent, an exclusive venue where they can indulge their wilder sides.

I don’t bother telling Lucia all that. “You didn’t bring me in here to discuss the décor.”

She lowers her eyelashes seductively. “No, I did not.”

Reaching past me, she locks the door and then pushes me against it. Her forcefulness sends a wave of lust through me.

“Lower your pants,” she commands. “Take your cock out.”

It’s an order I can’t refuse. I do as she asks, unfastening my jeans and sliding them and my boxer shorts down so my erection springs free.

Lucia sinks to her knees before me. Some women would appear submissive in this position, but she’s a fucking goddess.

Completely in control of herself and me, until I choose otherwise, she wraps her hand around the base of my cock and leans forward to take a couple of inches into her mouth.

She swirls her tongue around my length and laps the sensitive flesh at its head. Then she slides her hand down to cup my balls.

There’s no hesitation on her part as she takes me deeper, right to the back of her throat. She hums contentedly as she sucks my cock.

As she bobs her head back and forth, she rolls her hips, the moans she gives signaling her own growing arousal.

Though I’ve had blowjobs from dozens of women, it has never been like this. The pleasure Lucia gives me is the most intense I’ve ever felt. She isn’t just going through the motions. She’s giving me a part of herself as she worships my cock.

When she slides her hand between my ass cheeks and presses a finger against my rear entrance, I buck my hips. She bats my hand as I reach for her, desperate to take control.

“Hands behind your head,” she tells me. “You move them, I stop.”

Fuck! That sends my libido into overdrive. Does she get this turned on when I issue commands? Yes, of course she does. I’ve witnessed it.

Although it’s difficult to let her maintain control, I don’t want her to stop, so I do as she asks. I interlace my fingers behind my head and lean back against the wall.

Lucia returns to her enthusiastic ministrations, moaning deeply and sending a vibration along my shaft. My balls tighten, and as she grazes her teeth across my velvety flesh, I can’t hold back any longer.

“Fuck, Lucia!” I yell as my cock jerks and I come.

Lucia pulls off me and sits back on her heels. She tilts her head back, opening her mouth to show me my seed on her tongue. Then she swallows every drop. She licks her lips, and I can’t hold back any longer.

Grabbing her hair, I drag her to her feet. I kiss her fiercely, tasting myself, the champagne and a hint of strawberry on her lips. It’s a heady combination that makes the blood course through my veins once more.

When I draw back, her lips are puffy, her eyes glazed with desire.

“My turn,” I growl as I spin her around and shove her toward the vanity. She grips the edges of the marble counter and looks in the mirror, meeting my gaze. “Keep watching as I fuck your tight little pussy.”

Desperate to be inside her, I unzip her pants and yank them down. I tear her panties off and stuff them in her mouth to muffle her cries as I thrust inside her.

Lucia lowers her gaze as I pound into her, so I seize a fistful of hair. She hisses but gets the message and meets my eye in the mirror once more.

“You look so fucking beautiful with those panties gagging you.” I hold her stare. “I want to tie you up and spank you, then fuck you raw. My fingers part her ass cheeks, and I press against her back hole, copying what she did to me. “I want to claim this tight little hole.”

My words have the effect on her I thought they would. She whimpers and pushes her ass back as her need builds.

“My dirty girl wants those things,” I taunt her. “You want me to make you submit. You want to give me every part of you.”

She nods frantically as she rolls her hips. Her eyes beseech me to help her get over the edge. On another occasion, I might make her suffer a little, prolong the torment, but tonight she was generous to me, and I intend to return the favor.

Sliding my hand down over her shoulder, I cup her breast, enjoying how it feels in my palm. I squeeze hard, knowing she responds well to a little roughness.

Then I bend forward. As I pinch her taut nipple, I sink my teeth into her shoulder and nip.

Lucia’s pussy clenches around my cock. Her eyes widen. She yells something, but the sound is dampened by the panties still wedged between her lips. Good girl that she is, she doesn’t try to remove them without permission.

As I pull her panties out of her mouth, she gasps. Her legs tremble, and her wetness soaks my cock. I pump my hips four more times and come deep inside her.

Lucia sags against the sink, and I collapse over her. Breathing harshly, we stay like that for several long minutes. Then I stand and tuck myself back into my clothes. Lucia does the same, not bothering to clean my cum off her first.

“Let’s get out of here,” I suggest. “You need to get some rest.”

I unlock the bathroom door, take Lucia’s hand and lead her back out into the club. Her hair is a tangled mess, and she looks thoroughly fucked, but as we head downstairs toward the exit, I couldn’t be prouder to have this woman by my side.