Page 99 of Worship

I look around, worried about being caught.

“Luca, someone could catch us. The wall is all glass.”

The minute I say it, I know I failed my lesson. Luca doesn’t stop or change expression as he pulls my shirt up and over my head, leaving me exposed in just my bra.

“Take them off, or I will,” he directs in his deep gravel, indicating my jeans.

I’m not a submissive girl. But when he does this, gets sexually dominant, I feel understood. I’m a powerful woman, and I need a man who can handle me, break me, and make me feel devoured. Luca was made for me. He crosses his arms over his chest.

“The longer I wait, the longer you wait to come. Get ’em off,” he growls.Holy hell, I’m wet.Rough Luca is my favorite Luca.

I reach slowly for my button and pull it open, challenging his patience by lowering the zipper only a fraction.

“You know, I’m not wearing underwear,” I lie.

The thought of being fucked out here where someone could catch us makes me nervous, even if I’m supposed to trust him.

“When I pull off these jeans, everyone will see what’s yours…you sure you want to share?” My voice is a purr, and he bites his lip, gripping his bulge.

I know I’ve won. No fucking way is he willing to share me with prying eyes.

Right as I feel victorious, Luca shakes his head and says, “So fucking stubborn,” then grabs me by the waistband of my jeans and jerks me forward.

“Luca!” I yelp and laugh.

He pushes his hand down the front of my jeans, and I gasp, silenced. Grabbing my tiny lace G-string, along with the few hairs I have down below, he tugs me closer, and the sensation makes my pussy slick with need.

My back arches from being pulled forward.

“Little liar,” he whispers knowingly, and I whimper.

Pleasure grips my body as his hold tightens.

“You definitely need a lesson in trust. Maybe I’ll take it out on your ass or maybe in your ass. Here’s the game, baby: I catch you, I pick.”

His hand retreats as he takes a step away from me.

I’m breathless. My entire body is on fire. This man speaks to every filthy fucking piece of me.

“What’s the second choice? What if you don’t catch me?” I ask hungrily.

A slow smile grows on his gorgeous face. Luca takes out his phone from his pocket and presses a button, laughing to himself.

The light that glowed from inside the house begins to fade as heavy black shades roll down, and I hear a click as the door locks. He was never going to let me be seen.But now, I’m on my own.

My eyes widen as the world around me gets darker, and my desire amps up tenfold. A thousand thoughts are fighting for priority, but I can’t focus on any of them.

All I can do is feel.

The adrenaline is already starting to flow through me, and my eyes begin to dart around, looking for places to run to. I step to my right, and Luca does the same just as quickly. His eyes dilate, locked in on mine.

“Where are you going, Angel?” He licks his bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth, a lion ready to pounce.

“Anywhere I want. You think you can stop me?” I challenge, all in for this little game.

I’m won’t make this easy for him or me. Oh fuck—my head drops back, and a small moan escapes my lips as the thought settles into my body. I bring my eyes back to his, fevered and ready.

Luca steps closer to me, his voice low, filled with his need.