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.
"It’s the only way I can give myself to you, Luca," she said, more to convince herself than him.
He sighed, lifted her into his arms, picked up her coat, draping it over her body. He picked up his shirt and jacket earlier discarded, holding them in his fingers and walked out with her still in his arms, her fingers on his chest.
The hallway felt longer on the way out. The sounds changed too. Less moans, more murmurs. Luca felt her warmth as he walked. Real. Still trembling.
He held her close, afraid she might break even further even when she had just been the strongest and stubbornest woman he had ever experienced in his entire life. The woman was something. A storm. A mouth that could undo the most powerful men. A spine made of pure refusal.
Just as they got to the down floor, Bastardi approached him, his gaze flicking immediately to the woman in Luca’s arms. "The virgin girl...Is she still available?"
Luca felt Veronica stiffen in his arms, her body going rigid. His jaw locked.
"Not now, Bastardi. Not now. Call Marco for information."
The dismissal was final. Bastardi scowled, wanted to argue, thought better of it, and gave a thin smile that didn’t reach his eyes. Luca turned and kept walking.
He strolled out of the house, heading to the garage. Luca lowered her gently into the back seat, making sure her feet were steady before stepping away.
"You okay?" he asked.
She nodded.

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