Luciano Fierri [Book #3]

Chapter 30

I wanted to wear just a simple jeans and shirt, but Autumn insisted that I wear something more revealing. When I told her I didn't have anything like that, I thought maybe I had found a way to get out of this party.

But of course, I had been wrong.

Autumn showed up with a scandalous dress from her closet. And when I say scandalous I mean the dress had me blushing.

The solid burgundy dress was a short criss-cross backless that was dangerously short and suffocatingly tight. The front had a plunging neckline that didn't feel secure in the slightest. I felt like one move could have me flashing my nipples at everyone.

I was standing in front of the full body length mirror in disbelief. I just couldn't believe that the woman in the reflection was me. She was just so unrecognizable. My hair had been flat-ironed and my face caked with a thin layer of makeup.

"Don't you think it's a bit too... revealing?"

"That's the point, muchaha(girl). Now let's go. Everyone's waiting."

I was hesitant to go out in public like this. I didn't have the confidence Autumn had. I spent twelve years of my life being told by my husband that no one would ever want me because I'm ugly. And he made sure that never changed.

I eyed the scar on my leg, before glancing back up and following Autumn out of the house.

I was conscience of my body and how I looked in any and everything I wore. The only time I didn't feel so insecure was when I was with Luciano. He always made sure I knew I was beautiful even when I didn't feel like it.

I froze when my eyes met Luciano's. He stared back at me, his hands in the pocket of his black suit pants. He pulled out a hand, adjusting the large, round black glasses on his face.

I forgot he used to wear glasses, and started wearing contacts instead after elementary school. I loved the way he looked without them, but there something about how he looked in those glasses that made my heart skip a beat and the butterflies go crazy in the pit in my stomach.

"Do you like it?" I asked nervously, walking up to him. I watched the way his eyes skimmed and scanned like he was analyzing data. My heart was beating so fast, and I could feel the trail of heat his eyes left on my body.

"I'm going to be honest with you," he started to say, his voice dangerously low, calm. The anticipation only intensifed my nervousness. "I'd rather stay here and fuck you on every furniture in the house than go to this party at the nightclub," he finished.

My breath caught in my throat, and I started coughing wildly. Luciano snaked his arm around my waist, his lustful eyes now filled with panic and worry. "A-Are you okay? D-Did I say something wrong?" He grabbed my chin with his free hand, forcing me to meet his gaze.

"No, it's not that. I'm fine," I coughed out, catching my breath.

"Mi dispiace(I'm sorry)," he mumbled softly with a pout.

I gave him a gentle kiss, trying to assure him that I'm okay. Sometimes he's so adorably clueless. The man has no idea what his words just did to me. I literally almost choked to death. Not to mention how aroused I am now.

All I'm going to be thinking about is him taking me on every piece of furniture in that mansion. And they have a lot of furniture.

"I love you guys, but either fuck or get in the damn car." I totally forgot Autumn was there. "I haven't had sex in two fucking weeks," she continued, looking as though she was seconds away from having a mental breakdown. "My nipples hurt, I'm ready to get drunk, and I really, really want to get railed tonight. So chop, chop lovebirds." She shooed us with her hands, her frown flipping up into a smile.