Luca

Chapter Four

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Luca's face redden and his jaw ticks. I smile softly to myself. I look up to Romeo, hoping he's thinking what I'm thinking.

"Well save some of the pleasure for me," I tease, lightly touching Romeo's arm, sliding my hand from his shoulder down to his hand, playing with his fingers.

He looks down at our hands, fingers slowly entangling. "Oh, trust me," he stares straight into my eyes, his own filled with amusement, something mischievous, and a hint of lust, "I did, just wait for tonight." He smirks, looking me up and down once again, lingering on the short hemline of Luca's shirt. "Luca's shirt, hmm?"

I look down at the shirt and remember I'm not wearing a bra. I smirk and shrug one shoulder.

Romeo grabs the bottom of Luca's/my shirt and tugs gently, pulling me closer to him. "We'll have to change that."

Suddenly, tan hands wrap around Romeo's shoulders and forcefully pull him backwards. He stumbles. Luca stands in his stead, lips pressed into a thin line and rage apparent in his eyes. He grabs my bicep and starts walking up the stairs to his room, dragging me behind him.

"What are you doing?" I mumble as I try to pry his fingers from their grasp on my arm. It doesn't hurt but it isn't exactly comfortable, either. 

He doesn't say anything as slams the door behind us and leads me to the couch.

"Sit."

I quirk my eyebrow and cross my arms.

He pushes me onto the couch and stays leaning over me, arms locked onto the back of the couch, caging me in. I feel his hot breath on my face and thank the heavens that he brushed his teeth already.

"What... was that back there?" He seethed. 

The leather of the couch wrinkles beneath his grip, the veins in his arms becoming rather apparent. I stare at his arms, purposefully ignoring Luca. 

His right hand releases the couch and he grasps my chin with his thumb and forefinger. He squeezes and turns my head to face him. His grip on my chin is tight enough that it stings slightly and I know it will be red when he removes it.

I look into his eyes, still dark with fury. When I don't answer, he squeezes my chin and I wince. He immediately relaxes his grip enough to keep me in place but not to cause pain. 

He looks at me expectantly. My shock at his reaction briefly tears down my wall of stubbornness, and I decide to answer him. Albeit sarcastically.

"I thought that was obvious. Romeo got it, though." Angering Luca further probably wasn't the smartest idea I've ever had, but oh well.

A sound that sounds like a growl comes from Luca's chest and he leans closer, our noses touching.

"Oh, I got it. But here's the thing, piccola," he presses his forehead against mine, still staring deep into my eyes. "If you are going to be pleasured by anyone, it will be me."

I fight the urge to press into the back of the couch. My hands, on the couch from a lousy attempt to stop my fall, push into the squishy surface. 

Luca widens his stance slightly, legs on either side of mine, which I squeeze together. My heart rate increases at his proximity. I'm not a huge fan of his right now, but I am still a young woman.

His gaze deviates from my eyes for a split second to look at my lips. Luca inches closer, his pink lips just a breath away from my own. He focuses once again on my mouth, staring intently as if his life depended on it. 

His breaths come ragged and irregular, chest heaving with each inhale and exhale. He squeezes his eyes shut so hard little lines form around them. My breath matches his, heavy with need. 

"What are you waiting for?" I whisper, the words rolling off my tongue without permission from me.

He crashes his lips onto mine, his grip on my chin moving to gently hold my jaw. He leans into me, guiding me to lay against the couch. 

My hands move from the couch to his chest, twisting his shirt. Luca's left arm wraps around my torso, hand brushing the swell of my breast. Using his body, he lifts me up and lays me down on my back.

He hovers over me, breaking the kiss. He stares into my eyes, alight with all the things he wants to do. 

When he doesn't say anything, I move my hand from his chest to the nape of his neck and play with the curls there. I lean up slightly, daring him to kiss me again. "Why did you stop?"