What We Left in the Dark

Eighteen

His fingers trailed low across my stomach, dancing across the top of my underwear. A thin layer of cotton lay between me and experiencing Luca, and I wasn't in the mood to delay my desires.

I thrust my hips forward, letting his fingers skim lower. A moan rumbles deep in his throat before he slips his hand under the material, drawing his fingertips slowly across my soaked folds.

"Fuck," he strains out, pulling back from our kiss. He looks at me with eyes darker than obsidian, despite normally being stone blue.

I look up to his gaze with my best doe eyes, once against driving myself forward onto his hand. He leans in, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth as he lets a finger enter me slowly. He finds a deadly pace, letting his hips rock forward to set the pace.

Light breaths escape my lips as he pulls back, his eyes attached to the sight in front of him. I am sure I look a mess, my hair unruly from my good night's sleep. But he looked at me as if I was treasure, something to indulge in.

He sinks another finger into me, slinking down to let his face rest near my pussy. I hold my breath in anticipation, praying his tongue meets my entrance sooner.

He removes his hand from inside of my briefly, placing a hand on either side of my panties. He begins to draw them slightly down, as if he were delicately removing them. I watch, eyes locked on his strong hands as he suddenly pulls, tearing the fabric into two pieces.

He takes in the sight of my pussy, visible satisfaction painting itself across his features. He wastes no time in attaching his mouth to my folds and I moan in relief. He begins with slow, deliberate strokes, his tongue pulling my clit with each motion.

I feel my legs shake with each motion, unable to control the reaction. He glances up at me, his eyes holding mischief. He sinks his fingers into me once more, creating a rhythm with his hand and tongue to drive me into oblivion.

It takes less than two minute of Luca's calculated movements before I come undone, my cum pouring onto his fingers and my moans echoing throughout the room.

He waits a moment for my squirming to cease before pulling his hand away, examining his fingers. His skin glistened, my opalescent liquid dripping down the back of his hand.

He ensures our eyes our locked together before opening his mouth, licking each of his fingers clean. Shock must have painted itself across my face because he smiled, his satisfaction growing.

He comes forward, placing a hand by my head as he leans in for a kiss. He coaxes my lips apart, allowing his tongue to pour into my mouth. The essence of my release entered my mouth as he continued to kiss me, ensuring I got a taste. He leaned back to lock our eyes, soaking in my satisfaction.

Just as Luca began to lean in for another kiss, a loud, insistent banging sounded from the front door. The noise shattered the peaceful silence, jolting both of us back to reality. Luca tensed, his eyes narrowing as he turned his head toward the door. The banging came again, more forceful this time, and I could feel the change in Luca's demeanor—protective, alert.

"I'll check it out," Luca said, his voice low but firm as he gently disentangled himself from me. "Stay here, Catalina. Don't move."

I nodded, my heart racing as he slipped out of bed, quickly pulling on his sweatpants. He shot me a reassuring look before heading for the door, his steps purposeful and silent.

As soon as he left the room, I sat up, the sudden absence of his warmth making the air feel colder. I hesitated for a moment, debating whether to follow his instructions or not, but the persistent banging at the front door kept echoing in my mind, filling me with unease. Curiosity got the better of me, and I quietly slipped out of bed, pulling on the pants from yesterday's outfit. I tiptoed toward the bedroom door, which was conveniently cracked open just enough for me to hear what was happening.

I pressed myself against the wall near the door, listening intently as Luca's footsteps approached the front door. The tension in the air was palpable, and I could hear the door creak ever so slightly as Luca opened it.

"Good morning, fratello. What a surprise," Luca's voice greeted, but there was a coolness to his tone that hadn't been there before. The word "fratello"—brother—sent a chill down my spine, and my breath caught in my throat.

Giancarlo.

The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Giancarlo was here, on the other side of that door. My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of fear, anxiety, and something I couldn't quite name. I had managed to avoid him for so long, and now, he was just a few feet away, separated by a thin wall and a door I wasn't sure I wanted to be behind.

I stayed perfectly still, listening as the conversation continued, straining to catch every word. I could hear the tension in Luca's voice, the undercurrent of something unsaid, and it made my skin prickle with unease.

"Did I catch you at a bad time?" Giancarlo's voice was smooth, with a hint of sarcasm. Even though I couldn't see his face, I could imagine the sly grin that likely accompanied his words.

"Just a bit," Luca replied, his tone steady but lacking warmth. "What do you want, Giancarlo?"

There was a brief pause, and I could almost feel the weight of Giancarlo's scrutiny, the way he was likely assessing the situation, calculating every move. "We need to talk, Luca. Privately."

The request sent another wave of anxiety through me. I could sense the underlying tension between them, a tension that hadn't been there before, and I wondered what could have possibly brought Giancarlo to Luca's doorstep so early in the morning.

Luca hesitated for a moment before responding. "Fine. But not here. Give me a minute."

I held my breath, listening as Luca closed the door behind Giancarlo, his footsteps retreating toward the living room. I could hear the subtle shift in his demeanor, the way he was gearing up for whatever conversation was about to take place. My mind raced, trying to piece together what could be so important that Giancarlo would show up unannounced.

But what struck me most was the sheer timing of it all. Just when I thought I could escape the shadow of my past, just when I had found comfort in Luca's arms, Giancarlo had reappeared, bringing with him all the turmoil I had been so desperate to leave behind.

I wanted to stay hidden, to avoid whatever was coming next, but the pull of the unknown was too strong. I needed to know what was happening, what Giancarlo wanted, and why he had sought out Luca.

With my heart pounding in my chest, I made a decision. I would follow them, just close enough to hear what was being said, to understand what had brought Giancarlo to Luca's door. I couldn't afford to stay in the dark any longer. Too much was at stake.

Steeling myself, I carefully pushed the bedroom door open just a fraction more, enough to peek through the crack. Luca and Giancarlo were out of sight, but I could still hear their voices, low and tense, as they moved deeper into the apartment.