Sometimes he waited long enough for the tension to build before striking again. Other times his hand merely caressed her, letting her expect pain that never came.
He kept her guessing.
"Harder," she breathed.
His hand slipped around her jaw, and he turned her face towards him. "You asked me to hurt you, Bambola." His thumb brushed slowly along her cheek. "You did not ask me to lose my fucking mind."
A small laugh slipped out of her.
Luca's palm came down again, catching the sound somewhere in her throat and turning it into a gasp.
Vee's fingers curled against the edge of the desk.
He gave the heated skin one slow caress before hooking his fingers into the waistband of her underwear and pulling it down. She stepped out of it carefully, and Luca nudged her legs farther apart, keeping one hand at her hip to make sure she remained steady. He freed himself from the restrictions of his clothes while Vee braced both hands against the desk.
She knew what was coming.
