LUCA (You Will Be Mine) (The Sicilian Mafia Series Book 1) (17 page)

“Who do you belong to?” His commanding words and his pulsing fingers were all too much to bear. I was going to blow soon, and we both knew it. “Answer me!”

Without meaning to, the words just flew out of my mouth in a barrage of ecstasy: “Luca, Luca, Luca!” He growled in my ear, and I came apart at his touch. I was practically screaming with the euphoria of this wonderful orgasm.

Letting me calm a little, Luca pulled his hand away and held me in his arms. It was almost as if he was soothing a savage beast, but then again, I was around him. Despite my protests, it felt good to be in his arms. I had never felt what it was like to feel protected—to feel safe. It was kind of a strange word to say about Luca. He wasn’t
safe
by a long shot. I wasn’t stupid; I knew what he was and what he could be capable of. I just never felt scared in his presence at all. Even when he became angry, I instinctively knew he would never hurt me. That’s something I had never felt or had with anyone. My parents made sure of that.

Just as I thought my breathing was calming, Luca began a torturous trail of kisses down my neck.

“I could take you now. You don’t realise how hard I am for you. Hearing your orgasms alone makes me want to come so hard. You don’t know what you do to me.”

“Do it!” I commanded. I wanted him so badly and couldn’t understand why he was holding back.

“Not here. Not like this. In bed and after all of these horny fuckers have left.”

Giggling at his choice words, a smile formed on his beautiful lips. “I told you I could get you to say it.”

I abruptly stopped giggling and looked at him fiercely. “I never said anything.”

“Oh, yes, you did. I asked who you belonged to, and you screamed my name. Luckily, the walls around here are thick because I think everyone within a thirty mile radius would have heard who you belong to by now otherwise. Not that I mind. I want every fucker to know who you belong to. That way, they can keep their slimy hands off you.”

I sighed a little. “I was under duress when you asked. I was very near to my climax, and it just slipped out.”

Luca shook his head with an amused smile. “Oh, no you don’t. You’re mine, and you know it. Do you need another refresher already?”

“Oh, yes, please!” I winked. “You can help me to remember over and over and over again. In fact, I think it’s high time I returned the favour and gave you something to remember.”

I went to touch him, but Luca grabbed my hand. “Not here. Not now. You called my name, and later you will be begging me to make love to you.”

To let him know I wasn’t impressed, I gave him an undignified huff. “Clara Murphy does not beg—for anyone!”

Luca’s eyes lit up with fire. The caramel colour was darkening by the second with every frustrated breath he took. “We shall see about that later. For now, we have guests, and we need to make sure all of them are happy.”

I let out an exasperated sigh. “You were the one who dragged me in here, remember?”

“Yes, but that’s because you can’t behave yourself. You seem calmer once you’ve had an orgasm.”

“What the hell? Oh, never mind!” I raced to the door and flew it open in time to find four sets of eyes staring at me. I immediately blushed.

“Clara Murphy, what have you been doing in the toilets? I thought it was our responsibility to take care of clients.” Belinda’s cheeky grin was infectious.

Luca huffed behind me. “I’m not her client, though.”

“What are you then?” Samantha asked.

I smiled at that and immediately turned to Luca, awaiting his answer. I was going to enjoy this.

I thought he was going to get flustered under the pressure, but all he did was button up his jacket before responding. “She’s mine and no one else’s.” He smiled politely at all the girls, nodded his head, and then turned to leave. Meanwhile, my mouth had dropped nearly to the floor in shock.

“What the hell was that?” asked Rachael.

Feeling a little flustered by his words, I found it difficult to string a sentence together at first. “Erm, he… Oh, for fucks sake! He’s an arsehole!”

“You’re telling me!” Rachael looked a little peeved about the whole thing herself. Belinda, Samantha, and Melinda, however, had the most amused smiles on their faces.

“It didn’t sound like you felt that way about him in there.” Belinda pointed to the toilet, and I blushed.

I felt mortified. “Was I really that loud?”

“Only from out here. I don’t think anyone else out there heard you. A lot of people saw him drag you away, though. I think everyone got a kick out of that. We all followed you here because we wanted to make sure you were okay. By the sounds of it, you were more than okay.” Belinda winked.

“We’ve all been dying to know,” Samantha asked excitedly, “what’s he like in bed? Obviously good by the way you were screaming his name.”

I shook my head. “I don’t know yet.”

“What?” the four of them exclaimed in perfect unison.

“He’s prepared to give me
Luca-boosters
—also known as orgasms—until I relent and give in to him. Once I tell him I’m his, he will ‘make love to me’ as he puts it.” I made sure I put my fingers up in air quotes to emphasise the point.

“I can’t see you ever doing that,” Melinda said.

“He’s learning that, but he doesn’t give up.” I sighed for a moment and looked at Melinda’s new red dress. It complimented her beautiful dark hair and stunning blue eyes. “Melinda, I had a very eager Matthew looking for you earlier.”

She smiled. “Really? I’ll go look for him.”

“You’re okay with that, are you?”

She looked confused. “Sure. Why wouldn’t I be?”

I was getting paranoid now after so many girls had just left, or started relationships. “You and Thomas.”

She waved her hand. “Ah, that was nothing. Just a bit of sex to help pass the time. He was good, though.” Placing her hand on my arm, she gave it a little squeeze. “I must get going. Can’t keep Mr. Broadmore waiting.” She winked and marched off.

“So, you and the Italian wannabe gangster have really been hitting it off.” Rachael didn’t sound too enthralled by the idea.

“Oh, shut up, Rachael,” Belinda said. “You’re just jealous no one’s giving
you
orgasms like that.”

“I’m sure I can find someone who will.” Rachael huffed and went on her way.

“What’s with moody-guts?” She seemed off to me, and I wanted to know why.

“I think she thought maybe you two were just having a bit of fun. It seems more serious than that now, and I don’t think she likes it.”

“But I never—”

“Don’t worry about her,” Samantha protested. “She’s just sore that she’s not the one giving you an orgasm like that. She knows you would never let her, but it’s obvious it hasn’t really sunk in until now. I think she’s been so used to having you all to herself.” She smiled suddenly. “I, on the other hand, think it’s great. It’s about time you found someone—even if your relationship does sound a little unconventional. I’m happy if you’re happy. Are you happy?”

I had to think about that for a moment. It was something I had always thought I was until now. I think I had just been stuck in a rut for far too long and had just come to accept that this was my way of life. It was strange that it took this handsome, dark stranger coming into my life and turning my world upside-down for me to see that rut for what it was.

Samantha saw me hesitate slightly. “I’ll put it another way, then. How does he make you feel?”

Without meaning to, I smiled. I didn’t know where it even came from; it just surfaced like a submarine once gravity has relinquished its hold.

“I think that answers your question, Samantha.” Belinda nudged Samantha in the arm, and they both chuckled.

“Okay, you guys. You’ve had your fun. Time to start mingling. There are a few faces I don’t recognise, and I’m eager to find out who they are.”

Belinda looked around with me. “Yes, it would seem Luca has brought in some new clientele. The rooms are filling up by the minute. Tonight will certainly make up for the days of lost profit.” Belinda smiled, and I smiled back, hoping she was right.

As the evening wore on, Luca was never far away from me, and neither did he let me out of his sight. Each time a man tried to talk to me, Luca was there—offering a possessive hand on my back and a “don’t you dare fucking go near her” look. After a while, my eyes had rolled so many times that it was actually starting to hurt, and the exhaustion of the whole evening was taking its toll.

Some of my girls had paired off and disappeared into their respective rooms while others were still enjoying the ambience. I had come to believe that some were here not just for the sex, but for the masquerade itself. I had to hand it to Luca; he had done well here.

It was later—while in the relative quiet of the toilet—that the excitement of what was coming later really began to brew. I had butterflies in my stomach at the prospect, and it was a feeling that was completing overwhelming me. He was an egotistical, domineering … alpha bull of a man. But, for some reason, my heart fluttered and my knees went weak whenever he was around. He was steadily shattering my defences one by one—and he knew it. He also knew
I
knew it. I just couldn’t have him command me like he so desperately desired. He wanted me begging and submissive beneath him. I just wasn’t prepared to do that. Not for him—not for anyone.

I was headed back to the bar when I bumped into a man I recognised from earlier in the evening. He was one of the ones who had been staring at me in the crowd—and he hadn’t
stopped
staring. He looked like he was in his late thirties, and he had jet-black hair and dark brown eyes. He was tall, slim, and had an air of arrogance about him. “Clara Murphy, isn’t it?”

I could hear the slight twang of an Italian accent. He must be either one of Luca’s cronies or a new client. If he belonged to the latter group, he obviously hadn’t received the memo about me. Especially since he was leering at my breasts.

“Yes, and you are?”

“My apologies.” He smiled and took my hand. “Antonio Cavelli.” He kissed my hand before giving it a seductive stroke. “I am a very close business friend of Luca’s, and I can see that he has snapped up the most beautiful woman here.”

I laughed sarcastically. This man was so full of shit. “He didn’t ‘snap me up.’ No one can.”

Antonio smiled. “Quite. No wonder he won’t let you out of his sight. I should imagine you frustrate the hell out of him. That would be quite something to witness.”

I smiled, thinking how right he was. He wasn’t trying to be smutty with his remark; I could tell. It seemed he must know Luca very well to so quickly come up with that conclusion.

“You have a beautiful smile, Clara.”

I nodded. “Thank you.”

“I heard about that awful business at the club.”

“Oh?” I knew this was where he was headed all along. He had an agenda, and I was eager for him to get to the point.

“It makes me laugh every time he pulls a stunt like that. He likes to play games with his girls, you see.” I was totally confused. What the hell was he on about? “Oh, I’m sorry. You never knew. Those two boys at the club work for Luca. They had you in their sights from the very beginning. You didn’t really think Luca was unaware of your presence there from the very start? He knows everything. He came in like the proverbial knight in shining armour he was posing and rescued you from the two bad men. Luca is someone who always gets what he wants, and he will go to great lengths to get it. You’ve not been the first, and you most certainly won’t be the last.”

I was livid. In fact, the pain in my stomach told me I was more than livid. I felt hurt and betrayed. I was beginning to let him in, and all the while, I was just a silly game to him—a challenge.

“I’m sorry this has hurt you. You seem like a lovely lady, and I don’t want to see him take advantage of that.”

I felt my fists ball and my breathing hitch through the hatred I felt for Luca. If I was angry before, that was nothing compared to how pissed I felt at that moment.

I stormed off. I eventually managed to find my feet and began marching towards the bar area.

Antonio grabbed my arm. “Do you think this is wise? You seem angry.”

I stopped and glared at him. “Let. Me. Go.” He immediately complied once he saw the fire in my eyes. I was not to be messed with. Not after that revelation.

With Luca now in sight, I was vaguely aware that Antonio was right behind me. Luca looked up, saw me, and then saw the person standing behind me. He looked super pissed.

That made two of us!

I thundered into the room, and the minute I had Luca in my sight, I stormed toward him and then slapped him across the face. One
hard
smack—God it felt good—right across the kisser.

Stunned, Luca looked at me with an expression of concern. “Don’t you fucking come near me again,” I growled.

Many onlookers were stunned, but others were smiling. The horny fuckers probably thought this was a prelude to sex. Luca could kiss my ass, though.

Not wasting any more time, I marched off.

“What have you said to her?” Luca screamed at Antonio. “What the fuck have you said to her?”