He looked amused. "I have never had to, Bambola," he replied smoothly.
"Till now," she countered, her cheeks flushed. "You never met a woman who would say no to you."
His lips tipped in amusement. He knew exactly what she was doing. He also knew why. And he also knew, it was dangerous. "If you want me, Bambola, all you have to do is ask," he said calmly. "I would be right there in the blink of an eye. Your reverse psychology... it won’t work on me."
Vee felt suspended in time, caught between stubborn pride and a body that was betraying her with every breath.
"Won’t it?" she shot back, lifting her chin despite the pulse between her legs. "I bet you wish you had your cock inside me right now."
The sensation from the vibrator drew another sound from her throat. Luca shifted again, his need quite obvious.
"Never denied that," he said.
She smiled then. "You want to fuck this tight pussy."
"I’ll be the judge of how tight you are, Bambola."
"Oh, its tight believe me," she scoffed, breath hitching anyway. "You act all noble and shit, but all you really want is having me trapped like this, fucking me like this while I beg you to stop."
Luca scrubbed a hand over his face. "How long does it fucking take for you to cum?"
"You want me. You’re obsessed with me. I think, in your psychotic twisted way, you love me!" Vee challenged him.
His jaw tightened, a muscle ticking near his temple, and then the restraint he had been clinging to snapped clean in two.
Luca sprung to his feet. "Fuck this!" he unbuckled his pants hurriedly, standing right in front of her. "Keep talking, Bambola and I will fuck you whether you are ready or not."
The threat vibrated in the air. Vee should have been terrified. Part of her was. Another part, the reckless, furious part refused to bow.
"I don’t think you will." She raised her eyes to meet his. "Not because you do not have the power to but because you believe it will make you a lesser man."
She saw him clearly and wasn’t afraid to name his limits.
"Is that so?"
Vee swallowed, her throat dry, but she didn’t look away. If she was going to fall, she would fall standing.
"let my sister go, Luca and I will let you fuck me."
Luca chuckled then. "God, you are good! No deal."
He unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock, fisting it in his hands.


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