THE ITALIAN MAFIA'S KARMA

Chapter 88: WICKED FINGERS

Valentina wanted to resist him. She wanted to push him away and curse him out at the same time.Instead, her fingers curled into his shirt before she even knew what she was doing.

It was instinctual.

She pulled him closer, matching his every breath and heat.

Luciano lost to her the part of himself that honed control.

A groan escaped his throat, as her mouth further opened, and he touched her tongue.

His hand began to wander downward. Further it went, testing just how far she was willing to go.

Their lips pulled apart, and she whispered his name.

"Luciano."

Her voice was breathless, and like music to his ear.

A smile formed at the corner of his lips, as he watched her face now.

She couldn’t look at him. She didn’t dare for fear she would reveal her darkest desires.

Desires that never were until she met him. Desires that made her feel dirty, and a betrayer.

A betrayer to her own person. Because she vividly remembered swearing of sex and everything that had to do with it.

Yet, here she was, feeling things she had never felt before, and all it took was a kiss.

Luciano kissed down her throat, his teeth pressing against the throbbing bulb.

One of his hands moved behind her head, whilst the other slid down her body, adjusting her back properly against the wall.

His head moved up, leaning towards her ear.

"You hate me, don’t you?" he whispered.

Her response was a soft, broken breath.

"Tell me to stop then. Tell me it’s wrong. Tell me to return to where I’m supposed to be. Please."

She couldn’t.

All she could do was breath helplessly, her voice sealed behind the throes of pleasure.

Luciano lifted her leg through the slit of her gown, and wrapped it around his waist.

"Look at me, Valentina," he ordered, as his fingers teased the edge of her thigh, under the hem of her dress.

Something in the way he sounded. The command in his voice. The sheer power emanating from him.

All of that in combination, compelled her to look.

And when she looked at him, and saw the raw darkness in his eyes, a small shiver coursed through her.

He didn’t touch her directly yet. He just played with her thighs, teasing her, edging her, wanting for her reaction.

His breath on her skin was so hot, she arched her body forward reflexively.

Luciano’s smile broadened. "I wish you could see yourself right this moment. Through my lens. My God!"

"Show me." The words fell out of her lips.

It was a plea, it was also surrender.

He inhaled sharply, as his fingers plunged into her.

"Oh God," she breathed out softly, and closed her eyes.

"No, look at me. I want to see you."

It was hard. Perhaps the most difficult thing she ever had to do, simply because she just wanted to surrender to the pleasures he invoked.

However Valentina, like a good girl, opened her eyes.

And when she did, their gazes locked. His, fascinated and in awe. Hers, pleading and yearning.

His fingers explored every fold, every corner, every button, even those she had no idea existed.

And when a sweet moan escaped her lips, he pressed his forehead on hers.

Their eyes never left each other.

Her knees buckled when he expertly grazed her clit, but he caught her.

"You’re not going anywhere," he whispered.

Her breath became heavier, as the feeling overwhelmed her.

It pushed her to the brink of tears. She couldn’t recognize this woman.

Valentina wouldn’t be bunched against a wall in the restroom, whilst the expert fingers of a man twisted and turned inside of her.

Or would she?

The pressure began to build, and she struggled to keep her eyes open.

"Let me see you Valentina."

Her hazy eyes opened. "It feels—" a heavy breath trailed her incomplete words.

"It feels what? Tell me?" He pressed her clit again, his fingers focusing on it.

"I’m going to– oh my God–"

Her head flung back as further as it could go, but Luciano was not having it.

He wrapped a hand at the back of her head, and forced it forward so that her eyes remained glued to him.

And when she finally came undone, her body shuddered.

Their eyes glued together, heightened and intensified the feeling.

She screamed his name through a raspy voice.

"I’m right here baby," he whispered, holding her thrashing body as it finally began to climb down from its marvelous peak.

Luciano’s breath caught when he felt his fingers covered with her juices.

Slowly, he lifted them to his lips.

Her eyes widened when she saw him push them into his lips, and one after the other, he sucked.

A fresh new wave of desire swept through her, as she observed the madness of the mad man.

"You taste delicious," he said when he had cleaned up his fingers with his tongue. "You want a taste?"

She didn’t know what the heck she was doing. All she knew was that she was mesmerized, and her body was acting on a primal instinct.

Her head bobbed slowly.

"Good girl," he whispered, as he kissed her.

Footsteps outside the door drifted into their ears.

"Luciano, there’s–"

"I don’t care," he said as he hungrily continued to munch on her lips.

"What if–"

"It doesn’t matter."

The door opened just as he moved in to continue kissing her.

"Luce?!"

He inhaled sharply in annoyance. He did recognize the voice after all.

Valentina’s body beneath him squirmed, and he knew she was trying to hide, whilst pushing him away.

The only problem was he could only look behind through his head. Turning his entire body around might very well be considered flashing.

Because as it stood, the LuceNera was heavily bricked up.

"Stay still," he whispered to Valentina.

"Is he crazy?!" She screamed in her mind.

"Salva, what is it?" He questioned behind his shoulder.

"Your woman is growing impatient. From the look of things, so is Ross," he explained whilst looking away.

Something snapped inside of him. It was the delusional idea that duty could wait.

Now he was back to reality.

"I’ll be right there."

"Sicarpo."

He hastily began to leave.

"Salva?" Luciano called out.

"Jesus Christ, let the man go," Valentina yelled in her mind.

"I know it goes without saying–"

"You don’t have to say a thing, carpo," he said, as he hurried out of the room.

Valentina let out the breath she was holding as Luciano pulled away.

"Look at what you have done!" She scolded him.

He chuckled, as his eyes glimmered in disbelief. "What I caused? Were you not a willing participant?"

"Regrettably so. I should have known from the start you were no good, Luciano. What am I supposed to do about the ring now?"

He shrugged. "Tell him you misplaced it? And then make sure you follow it up with the fact that you’re not going to be marrying him."

She scoffed. "Because you said so?"

"Do you want me to prove even more why you can’t marry him?" He lifted a brow.

A flush covered her face as the memory of everything that just happened returned in vivid flashbacks.

"I didn’t think so," he said smugly.

"You arrogant bastard! I’m going to be marrying Ross and there’s nothing you can do about it!" She marched into one of the stalls to clean herself.

And as she slammed the door shut behind her, Luciano laughed.

"You’ll be the death of me," he whispered, shaking his head.