“Just let it go,” I hiss at her. “We’ll talk about it later.”
She covers her mouth, laughter racking her chest. “Oh my god. I mean, okay, okay, sure!”
I squeeze her other palm hard enough to move the bones. “Stop it.”
“I’ll stop. I’ll stop!” She pulls away, shaking her hand out with a wicked grin. “God, you’re so strong.”
I drag her to the doorway, seething and burning with embarrassment. I don’t know what the heck came over me back there, but now it’s completely gone. Luca stands beside his desk, totally at ease, looking more amused than anything else.
“It was nice meeting you, Fiorella,” he calls out.
“Thanks for everything,” Elisa answers, grinning madly. “And I mean foreverything?—”
I punch her in the arm. “Enough of that.”
“Owwww, shit, come on,” she groans, still beaming. “Aren’t you at least going to thank the guy who saved your life?”
“No thanks needed,” Luca says, casually beginning to pick the mess off the floor. “The pleasure was all mine.” I swear, the asshole knows exactly what he’s doing right now.
I square my shoulders at him and school my face. I give him nothing—absolutely nothing at all—as I nod my head once.
“Thanks.”
He nods back. “Any time.”
I get the hell out of there. Elisa keeps pace, her chest racked with laughter. The workers ignore us, thankfully, though some of them glance toward my sister. She’s everything I’m not: graceful, beautiful, feminine, light. Any idiot could see how beautiful she is in a small and elfin kind of way.
“Tell me you didn’t, Fio,” she whispers, grabbing my arm. “Tell me it wasn’t what it looked like.”
“We’ll talk later.”
“Fio—”
“Later. Please.” I glare at her, but I can’t stay mad. Not at my little Elisa. My face softens, and I hold her hand again.
“Okay, okay. I’m just happy you’re safe, that’s all.”
“Safe enough now that we’re getting out of here,” I murmur, though I still have Luca’s taste on my lips, and the feeling of him pulsing between my legs is like a tattoo straight onto my brain. I’m not sure when that’s going to finally fade.
Chapter 4
Luca
Ipark outside the Marino family’s mansion but don’t get out yet. A fountain trickles nearby, and the wind blows through the bushes and the trees. A couple of armed guards stand nearby, ignoring me. I lean my head back and breathe in through my nose.
What the fuck was I thinking?
Fiorella took me by surprise. She was like a storm breaking out of clear blue skies. One moment I’m saving her life, and the next we’re fucking on my desk like desperate animals. I don’t do that sort of shit—I don’t lose control like that—but the moment her lips touched mine, it was like all my carefully built protections exploded into nothing.
She ripped into me like a bomb.
I couldn’t help myself. Not when I tasted her mouth. Definitely not when I stripped off that ugly, baggy shirt to reveal a toned and gorgeous body. Full breasts, tanned skin, pink nipples. Fucking abs like she does sit-ups every day. The girl was hard but also deeply feminine. She was strong and sexy at the sametime, and all I could think about was filling her to the brim and fucking her into submission.
To break a woman like that. God, what a fucking miracle.
My phone buzzes. I pick it up, grateful for the distraction. “Yeah?”
“Garage is all clear. Serrano sent his men in to help with the disposal.”
