Nerves bounced around in my stomach as I stepped out of the shower, dried myself off, and rubbed my favorite grapefruit lotion into my arms and legs.

I didn’t know how to read Luc this morning. Last night, after we’d made love on the couch, he’d carried me into the shower and thoroughly pleasured me under the hot spray. And after my skin had become pink and wrinkly, he’d done it again in that big bed in his room until I’d been limp from so many orgasms. He’d held me close then, stroking my hair and whispering things in Italian I didn’t understand. As I’d drifted to sleep, I’d felt precious. Cherished. Safe. His hands had never left me. Every time I’d moved, he’d been right there to lull me back to sleep. But this morning…

This morning he hadn’t once touched me. Even when he’d handed me my coffee he’d made sure not to graze my fingertips. And his eyes… They’d been as intense as I’d ever seen them. Laser focused. Locked on me as if he was sure I was about to say or do something he didn’t approve of.

Those nerves tightened in my belly as I moved into my room and opened my closet. His comment about rules and consequences bothered me. I was sure he didn’t want to send me home any longer, but why did I have this feeling he was waiting for me to step out of line?

I looked up at the clothes hanging from the rack and spotted the yellow sundress he wanted me to wear. It was simple and pretty, and if he hadn’t told me to wear it, I might have chosen it on my own just because I knew I’d look great in it and because I could tease him with that all day long. But being told to wear it…

I reached for the blue sundress instead and tossed it on the bed. After tugging on my bra, I slipped into the dress and looked down at my shoes. The nude heels really would go best with the dress. I slipped them on, telling myself I wasn’t caving to his order. At least not completely.

Since I had no idea what kind of meeting he’d scheduled, I went for minimal with my hair and makeup. After twisting my hair into a knot so only a few curly strands framed my face, I brushed on a little powder and mascara. Satisfied, I grabbed my purse and turned out of the room.

He was waiting for me in the living room when I emerged. His gaze shot right to my dress. I saw the way his eyes narrowed on the blue fabric, and those nerves in my belly twisted into a pretzel. “I’m ready,” I said, trying to keep my voice even.

“Very well.” He stepped aside so I could pass and held out his hand. “Let’s go.”

My thoughts were a whir as we waited for the elevator in silence, stepped into the car, and stood next to each other as it slowly began to move. Why wasn’t he touching me? Why hadn’t he kissed me yet this morning? Had last night been a one-night-stand kind of thing? I didn’t think so—not when he’d told me not to wear panties today. But if he wasn’t sending me home, and if he wanted me again as much as I wanted him, then why the hell was he acting so calm and detached?

The elevator doors opened, and he placed a hand at the small of my back as we stepped out of the car. Heat seeped into my skin beneath the cotton dress, sending a rush of sensation all across my skin that made my knees weak.

Oh, that was all I wanted. Just his hands on me again. Everywhere.

Unfortunately, as soon as we began walking through the hotel, he let go of me.

Vincenzo was waiting for us at the car. I said “Buongiorno,” and climbed into the back. Luc sat next to me and slipped on his sunglasses, but he didn’t touch my bare knee or reach for my hand as I wanted. And as we pulled away from the hotel and he tugged his phone from his slacks and began checking email, my irritation—and worry that I’d pushed him too far—got the best of me.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I asked.

“No.” He turned the screen off on his phone and slipped it back in his pocket.

I’d nearly had enough of his attitude. Folding my arms over my chest, I glared at him across the backseat. “Maybe wherever we’re going is not a place I want to see.”

He turned his head and grinned at me. “You want to see this, gattina. Trust me.”

The force of his smile made him so devastatingly handsome, my irritation wobbled. But that word—kitten—set me on edge.

I didn’t like those cute little nicknames some men used. My stepfather called my mother princess, and I’d never liked it. Not because she didn’t deserve to be worshipped at that level by her spouse, but because he used it as a weapon against her. When he was happy with her he called her princess. When he wasn’t, he tossed out romantic terms of endearment like bitch and cunt.

Did I think Luc was like my controlling stepfather who had to know where my mother was at all times and who kept her isolated from her friends? I didn’t know. I didn’t want to think he could be like that, but the truth was, I honestly didn’t know that much about him aside from the fact he had a good heart buried beneath layers of something heavy and that he could make my body melt with just one touch.

Yes, he liked to be in control—he’d proved that last night when he’d told me to remove my dress and had commanded me to do things I hadn’t expected to want to do—but there was more to him than this façade of domination. I’d sensed it when I’d pulled him to me and kissed him last night. I’d seen it in the way he’d melted against me and gentled his touch. And I’d felt it when he’d slid deep inside me and we’d made love. Because that was exactly what we’d done. He hadn’t dominated me then. He hadn’t fucked me. He’d made love with me. Something he’d told me he never did.

“Something on your mind, gattina?”

I blinked, realizing I’d been staring at him, lost in thought. Lost in him. Shaking my head, I looked out the window. “No,” I lied. “I’m fine.”

But I wasn’t fine. My heart was racing and my mind was spinning because somewhere inside, I knew I liked both sides of him. I liked the tender lover who made my body tremble with one simple touch, but my body also craved the domineering man who could make me nearly come just by ordering me to my knees.

Elena’s words suddenly popped into my head. “It’s like I’m two people. The innocent model from Montana everyone knows by day, and the seductive bad girl at night who says ‘yes, sir’ and is willing to do anything he commands.”

My stomach pitched, and I felt the blood drain from my face.

I wasn’t becoming Elena…was I?”

I was so distracted by my thoughts, I didn’t realize the car had come to a stop until Luc’s warm hand covered mine against the seat. “Natalie,” he said softly. “We’re here.”

I jerked my head around and stared at him, trying like hell to keep my pulse in line, but it whirred in my ears like a helicopter blade.

Luc wasn’t Elena’s mystery man. I knew that deep in my heart. But I couldn’t keep from seeing the similarities. Elena had fallen for that man fast and hard—the same way I was falling for Luc. And he’d been a danger to the strong, independent woman she was inside, just as I feared Luc was becoming a danger to me.

He tugged off his sunglasses and pinned me with worried eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I—” My chest squeezed so tight, the breath caught in my lungs. I was losing track of my purpose. I was letting myself be distracted by a man when I was supposed to be searching for justice for my friend. “I—”

Vincenzo opened the door behind Luc, and I caught sight of the structure at his back. Confused, I leaned forward. “Is that…the Colosseum?”

“It is.” Amusement filled Luc’s stormy eyes when I looked back at him. “You’ve been searching for it every time we get in the car. I thought you might like to see it up close. A tour guide is waiting for us.”

I stared at him in shock. He’d brought me to the Colosseum. He’d blown off his meetings and appointments to play tourist with me. Heat seeped into my hand where his fingers closed around mine as he helped me from the car. Completely awed, I looked up at the gigantic structure and shook my head. “I can’t believe you did this. When we first arrived, you said you’d seen all the ruins in Rome.”

“I have.” He didn’t let go of my hand. “But you haven’t.”

In a rush, I realized he’d been acting strange this morning because he’d wanted to surprise me.

Tears pricked my eyes. Tears of relief and of gratitude. Even tears of stupidity because I’d assumed the worst. I turned into him, wrapped my arms around his waist, and pressed my cheek against his strong muscular chest. “Thank you,” I whispered. “I love this.”

He tensed against me. It was a very subtle move. But I felt his tension ease as I held him tighter. One arm closed around my back, and his hand cupped my cheek. “You pleased me last night,” he whispered in my ear. “I wanted to do something to please you.”

Desire roared through my veins, making my skin hot, making my body ache. I didn’t care if he was distracting me from my goal. I didn’t care if I was being reckless or if things were moving too fast. I only wanted more. I only wanted him.

Easing back, I bit my lip. He saw what I wanted with just one look. I knew it by the way his eyes darkened and his heartbeat quickened against my skin.

“Careful, gattina,” he whispered in a low voice. A smoldering voice. A commanding voice that made my sex absolutely weep. “Teasing me like that in public is going to get you fucked.”

Oh yeeeesss. I wanted that. I wanted everything. “Promise?”

He leaned down until our lips were only millimeters apart. “Naughty little girl. You’ll just have to wait and see.”

I shivered as he turned me away from the car. And hoped I wouldn’t have to wait long.

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The Colosseum took my breath away.

Two hours later, my head was filled with more facts about gladiators and ancient Rome than I thought it could hold. We toured the upper tiers, the arena floor, and the Colosseum’s underground. After, we walked through the Roman Forum hand in hand, and Luc explained what each of the different ruins had once been and how the city had been laid out. He was better than any tour guide, and as I listened, I could actually picture the massive structures as they’d once been. By the time we met up with Vincenzo and climbed back in the car, I was happy, relaxed, and all the worries I’d had before seemed silly and a waste of both time and energy.

To my surprise, Luc’s little tour wasn’t done. Vincenzo drove us deeper into the city to the Pantheon. The incredible building completely awed me. We walked through the inside, and I was once again impressed by ancient Roman architecture. After grabbing lunch at a cute little trattoria in the Piazza della Rotonda that faced the Pantheon, Luc led me by the hand through the crowded streets to the Trevi Fountain. The tourists were thick here, and the streets narrow, but the fountain was magnificent. Finally, we made our way to the Spanish Steps, where we grabbed a gelato and two spoons and sat on the steps in the fading sunlight, talking and people watching as the city moved around us.

When Vincenzo picked us up late in the afternoon, my feet were sore, but I was riding a high from playing tourist and from the fact Luc had blown off work to show me the sites. Utterly content, I leaned my head against his shoulder and wrapped my arm around his in the back of the car as we headed for our hotel. His wide palm rested on my bare knee, a heavy weight that prevented me from drifting completely to sleep. And the tiny circles he drew on the inside of my knee kept me utterly aroused with fantasies of all the ways I was going to show him my gratitude as soon as we were alone.

“Natalie,” he whispered near my ear. “Wake up, angioletto. We’re here.”

I blinked and lifted my head. But when my gaze registered the airplanes around us, all that happiness I’d been feeling shifted to full-on panic. “I thought you said you weren’t sending me home.”

“I’m not.” Luc gripped my hand and helped me from the car. “I have another surprise.”

Wind whipped my hair back from my face, but my eyes grew wide as I stared across the small airport tarmac toward the private luxury jet, its engines already fired up and waiting.

“Oh my goodness,” I muttered as Luc led me toward the plane. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

My mouth dropped open the second I stepped on board. I’d known Luc was rich, but for some reason, staying in fancy hotels didn’t compare to this.

The jet was top-end everything, with gleaming wood, expensive carpets, and butter-soft leather. I moved through the galley and into the main cabin, where seating was split into different conversation groupings. At my back, I heard Luc speaking with a woman in Italian. Wide-eyed, I turned to look back at him. The woman wore a blue jacket and skirt, and I knew immediately she was a flight attendant. Behind her, through the open cockpit doors, I spotted two pilots.

Luc finished his conversation and pointed toward two seats at the back of the main cabin as he walked toward me. I sat in the one by the window while he took the other.

“You saw the galley,” he said to me. “Behind us is a bedroom, and the bathroom is at the very back of the plane.” He reached for my hand and laced his fingers with mine. Leaning toward my ear, he whispered, “I’d give you an up-close tour of the bedroom, but what I want to do to you will take longer than an hour.”

A shiver rushed down my spine, and heat gathered in my breasts and between my legs. I opened my mouth to tell him I’d be up for anything, but the stewardess stepped forward with two glasses of champagne, interrupting us with a smile.

Luc released my hand and reached for both glasses. He handed one to me and tapped his glass against mine. “Salute.”

I sipped my champagne as the plane slowly started to move. Luc and the flight attendant spoke in Italian again. I tried to pay attention to what they were discussing, but I only knew basic Italian and the only word that got through was Venezia.

As the flight attendant walked away, I lowered my glass and blinked, sure I’d heard them wrong. “We’re not going to Venice, are we?”

“So much for my secret.” Luc frowned, but the moment I saw his eyes, I knew he wasn’t upset. Excitement lit his mismatched gray irises until they looked almost blue. “Yes, we’re going to Venice. I had our things packed up while we were touring Rome. Our bags were loaded onto the plane before we got here.”

Exhilaration pulsed inside me, making my chest feel light. “What about your meetings? You had several more days planned in Rome.”

A voice came over the speakers in Italian. Luc reached across my lap to buckle my seat belt and pull the strap tight. “What’s the point of being in charge if you can’t break the rules now and then?” He held out his hand. “Now finish your champagne, gattina. We’re about to take off.”

I drained the rest of my drink and handed him the glass. He rose from his seat and took the glasses into the galley. Seconds later, he rejoined me, buckled his seat belt, and reached for a magazine from the seat pocket beside him.

I couldn’t believe it. He was taking me to Venice. A smile pulled at my lips as the sleek jet lifted off the ground, and I looked out at Rome growing smaller in the window.

“There is one thing we haven’t discussed,” he said beside me.

“Hm? What’s that?” I asked absently, searching for the Colosseum and Forum in the sea of red-roofed buildings far below.

“That blue dress.”

My heart skipped a beat. Beside me, Luc flipped a page in his magazine.

Something in his voice put me immediately on edge. Slowly, I turned to him, but he seemed engrossed in some article and wasn’t looking at me.

I hated the way my mind shot right back to Laney’s words after the amazing day Luc had given me. “You don’t like my dress?”

“I like it very much.” He flipped another page. “But I told you to wear the yellow one.”

My stomach tightened, and my skin grew hot, but not in a good way. The plane evened out, and the instant the bell dinged, indicating we’d hit cruising altitude, I released my seat belt and pushed to my feet, desperate for a moment alone to gather myself so I didn’t jump to conclusions and say or do something I’d regret later.

Luc looked up. “Where are you going?”

“I need to use the restroom.”

I didn’t wait for him to answer. I moved to step around him, but he caught me by the wrist before I could get by. “Just a minute.”

Sweat broke out along my spine. I tried to act normal, but my heart was already racing. “What?”

His eyes narrowed and darkened. “Lift your skirt. I want to see if you followed the rest of my orders.”

Heat rushed straight to my cheeks. I glanced over my shoulder toward the stewardess in the galley, gathering snacks and drinks for us. “I’m not going to do that,” I whispered, growing more nervous by the second as I looked back at him. “That woman’s right there.”

“Ignore her.” When I tried to pull away, his grip on my wrist tightened. “Natalie. Lift your skirt and show me.”

My face flamed, and my heart thundered in my chest, so loud I was sure he could hear it. Behind me, glasses clinked in the galley and through the open cockpit doors, the pilots laughed and chatted.

Holy shit. He did not want me to do this right here where they could see me. I shook my head no, just a tiny movement. His grip on my wrist grew even tighter, and he whispered, “Show me.”

Embarrassment and excitement warred inside me, making my hands sweat. I hated how dirty I felt. I also hated how turned on I suddenly was. I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to run. But I knew I couldn’t do either without drawing attention, and right now, I just wanted to get out of this uncomfortable moment as quickly as I could.

Swallowing hard, I glanced over my shoulder to make sure the flight attendant wasn’t looking. When she knelt to grab something from the fridge, I clenched my jaw and reached for the front of my skirt, drawing it up just high enough for Luc to see I was bare beneath.

He smiled, and his grip on my wrist relaxed. “Vey nice, gattina.”

Anger and mortification tore through me, making my chest tight. Yanking my wrist from his hand, I moved through the bedroom cabin and into the bathroom, where I slammed the door and locked it. My hands shook as I rested my elbows on the edge of the sink, leaned forward, and brushed the damp hair away from my face.

I couldn’t believe he’d made me do that. I couldn’t believe I’d gone along with him and done it. And I couldn’t believe the way my pulse was racing and my body was hot and tight, not with the humiliation I knew I should be feeling, but with arousal.

“Dammit.” I braced my hands on the edge of the sink, dropped my head, closed my eyes, and squeezed my thighs together, hoping to force the arousal away. But with my eyes shut, all I could see was the carnal pleasure in Luc’s eyes when he’d stared at my naked sex. And all envisioning that did was fire me up even more.

A knock sounded, and I jumped. Twisting around, I stared at the door, afraid to move. Afraid to speak.

The knock sounded again. Followed by, “Open the door, Natalie.”

A hot rush of desire swept through me at the sound of Luc’s voice, making my thighs tremble and my sex ache. I couldn’t let him see me like this. I knew if he touched me, I’d beg for him to sate this burning need inside me. And I couldn’t give in and beg. I didn’t want him to touch me right now. Not after what he’d just done.

The door rattled. “Natalie,” he said in a more forceful voice. “Open the door now.”

I flipped on the water and splashed it over my face, hoping it would cool me down. “J-just a minute.”

I knew I couldn’t stay locked in here. I had a feeling he’d break the door down if I did. I dried my hands and face with a towel, sucked in three deep breaths, and let them out. Then stared at myself in the mirror until I knew I wouldn’t crack.

Feeling a tiny bit steadier, I flipped the lock on the door. Luc stood on the other side as I pushed it open, both hands gripping the doorjamb at his sides, his eyes narrowed and very focused. “Are you all right?” he asked in a low voice. “You’ve been in here awhile.”

My heart raced. I could say yes and ignore what had just happened, but I was sure if I did, he’d only do something like that again. I had to stand up for myself.

“No.” I gathered my courage. “I’m not all right. I didn’t like that.”

“Didn’t like what?”

My face heated all over again, and I held out a hand toward the main cabin. “What you made me do out there. Where people could see.”

“I don’t care if anyone sees.”

“Well, I do. That was humiliating.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

He stepped toward me, filling the small bathroom with his broad shoulders and domineering presence, causing me to move back until I hit the sink. Eyes locked on mine, he pressed his palm across my chest, right over the top of my left breast. “Your heart is racing. It doesn’t feel like you’re humiliated. In fact, if I were to sweep my hand between your legs right now, I bet I’d find your pussy slick and swollen and begging for my cock.”

I jerked and shoved my hands against his shoulders, a mixture of disbelief, anger, and excitement pumping inside me because I knew he was right. “That’s not the point.”

He dropped his hand from my body but didn’t move back. “That is the point. Why are you embarrassed by your desires? You shouldn’t be. You’re a very sexual woman, one I find incredibly erotic. I suspected telling you to bare yourself to me would excite you. If I hadn’t thought you’d enjoy it, I wouldn’t have done it.”

I wasn’t sure I believed that. But I also couldn’t deny I was sexually aroused by what had happened. I was aroused. And I was growing wetter by the minute as he stood close and said these things to me. But deep inside, I was also scared. Scared of the feelings he was stirring in me. Scared of how far they might take me. Scared, especially, of where he wanted me to go.

“I…” I didn’t know how to tell him any of that. Licking my lips, I stared at the buttons on his expensive white dress shirt as I tried to decide if I even should. I liked what was happening between us. I liked him. But I also recognized that this combustible relationship had the potential to both consume and damage me if I wasn’t careful. And that made me wary. “I don’t… You keep using the word consequences. Was that a consequence for wearing a dress you don’t like? Making me lift my skirt?”

“I told you I liked your dress. It’s very sexy.”

His voice was low and calm, and it made me lift my eyes to his. But when I saw the heat and desire swirling in his tempestuous gaze, I swallowed hard because I knew he wasn’t nearly as calm as I thought. A storm roared inside him. One I suspected he wanted to unleash on me. One I craved even though I knew it made me weak.

“But no. Telling you to lift your skirt was not a consequence for wearing this dress.” His hand closed over mine, and he stepped back, pulling me with him. “I wasn’t going to do this until later, but I sense we both need it now.”

My heart thundered as he pulled me into the bedroom cabin. He’d closed the door, blocking out the crew, and that only made my pulse beat faster and my skin tingle because I didn’t know what he had planned.

He sat on the edge of the bed and drew me to stand between his legs, still holding my wrist tightly in his grip. “I told you yesterday that I don’t make love. I dominate. You said you wanted that.”

“I did.” My stomach quivered as I stared down at him. “Because I wanted you.”

“Wanted or want?”

I couldn’t lie to him, not now when I was aching to have him touch me in other places. “Want.”

His thumb traced a lazy circle against my wrist. “That’s good,” he said in a low voice. “I want you too. But you need to know right now that I don’t just want your body, I want your mind as well. Control is part of who I am. If you want me, then you have to accept that. If this relationship between us is to go anywhere, then I need you to do as I say, when I say. And if you choose not to obey, then you need to be ready to accept the consequences. I, for one, would very much like us to go further than today. Do you, Natalie? Do you want more of us?”

That word—us—made my whole body tremble. I was falling for this man. Falling hard. He’d captivated me these last few days, and I didn’t want to walk away from him. I did want more. I wanted it so much I was light-headed and ready to abandon every one of my principles. The words left my lips before I could stop them. “I think so.”

“You think?”

The disappointment in his voice hit me hard. Before I could stop myself, I said, “Y-yes.”

“Good.” Relief trickled through his stormy gaze. But just as quickly it was replaced by heat. Heat and a raging desire I felt deep in my bones. “Then you need a consequence for wearing that dress. I’ll let you choose. You can lay your sweet body over my lap and lift your skirt for five swats, or you can wear these until we get to the hotel.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out two tweezers-like objects with rubber tips, connected by a long chain.

My eyes widened. “What are those?”

“Nipple clamps.”

The air caught in my lungs, and my mind spun, trying to make sense of what he was offering. He wanted to spank me or squeeze my nipples with those things that looked like torture devices. My instincts screamed to jerk back and get as far from this man as possible, but my muscles wouldn’t move, and my hammering heart told me I was both horrified and even more excited than before.

“Which will it be? You have to choose.”

My fingers shook as I stared down at the nipple clamps, then looked at the size of his hand. My face flamed as I imagined bending over his lap and that hand slapping against my bare ass. I couldn’t do that. The thought of it was just…too shameful to even consider.

“Natalie?”

“I’ll take the nipple clamps,” I blurted out.

Mortification immediately swept through me when the words echoed back to my ears. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Did I really want this man that much? Why couldn’t I say no to him?

A victorious grin spread across his lips. He let go of my wrist and slid his arm around my lower spine, pulling me toward him. Heat and his intoxicating scent—jasmine and musk and rum—overwhelmed my senses, making me even more light-headed than before. “Tug the straps of your dress down and let me see those gorgeous breasts.”

I wanted to say no, but my shaking hands were already moving to my shoulders, sliding the straps of my dress down my arms until the bodice fell at my waist as if his very words controlled my body.

He focused on the sheer cups covering my breasts. “Now the bra.”

My whole body trembled, but I pushed the cups beneath my breasts, baring my nipples to his hungry gaze. Between my legs, I felt myself growing wetter.

“Bellissima.” He leaned forward and licked my right nipple, tracing his tongue around the tip until it tightened and pebbled. My back arched reflexively, and sparks of heat shot straight into my sex.

Oh…his tongue. My head drifted back, and my eyes slid closed. This didn’t feel like a consequence. It felt soooo good. I rested my hands on his shoulders and pressed my hips against his chest to keep from falling over.

“Mm.” He growled. “You are absolutely delicious, gattina.”

I rubbed my pelvis against him, desperate to feel his touch between my legs, eager for release. He’d had me on the edge since I’d awoken this morning and seen him staring at me from across the room with those gorgeous, hungry one-of-a-kind eyes.

A hard sharp pain ripped through my nipple and echoed through my breast. My eyes jerked open, and I lurched back. “Holy fuck.”

Luc caught me by the waist and shot to his feet, holding me tight against him. “Breathe through it, Natalie.”

I gripped his shirt at the shoulders and tried to, but holy crap, it hurt.

“That’s it,” he whispered, fiddling with the clamp squeezing my nipple. “I loosened it a little. Is that better?”

I breathed hard and glanced down at the device squeezing my nipple a deep shade of red. It still hurt, but not as intensely as before. As I stared at my breast, the pain shifted to a dull throb. “I…it’s okay.”

Holy hell, had I just said squeezing my nipple to the point of pain was okay? I was fucking losing it for this man.

“Let’s do the other one.”

I closed my eyes and bit my lip as he repeated the process on my other nipple, licking it into a stiff peak, then applying the second clamp. This one hurt, but not nearly as bad, and I wasn’t sure if that was because I’d braced myself to expect the pain, or if he’d set the pressure lighter, or if I was turning into a masochist.

The last worried me. Really worried me. But before the thought could sink in, Luc’s mouth was on mine, kissing me hard, devouring me with his lips and teeth and tongue until the only thing I could think about was him.

When he finally drew back so I could breathe, I realized I was pushed up against the wall, trapped between it and his hard, hot, very aroused body.

“Dio, Natalie. I need to know if you’re wet.” His hand streaked under my skirt and swept between my swollen flesh, stroking my core until I gasped. “Cazzo. You’re absolutely drenched.” He lowered his head and sank his teeth into my neck, then sucked the spot until I shivered. “If we weren’t about to land, I’d fuck you right here until you scream.”

“Oh yes…” I wanted that. I wanted it so bad, I couldn’t think. I lifted my hips, rubbing against the rod of steel in his pants. “Yes…”

Luc groaned and rocked against me as his wicked lips pressed a line of kisses up and down my throat.

A voice came over the intercom, speaking in that frustrating Italian again. Luc stilled against me and slowly lifted his head. “We have to take our seats.”

Frustration balled inside me. I wanted to scream. I wanted Luc inside me. I wanted to come.

His face was flushed as he leaned back and tapped the end of the clamp against my right breast. An electrical arc shot straight into my sex, and I groaned.

Smiling, he leaned down and licked the tip of my tormented nipple. “You are so fucking sexy.”

My body was on fire, my sex wetter than it had ever been. As Luc gently tugged the cups of my bra up, covering the clamps, more arcs of energy ricocheted between my legs, leaving me light-headed. I bit my lip against a groan. Squeezed my thighs together to assuage the ache. Nothing worked. The only thing that would work, I knew, was Luc’s thick cock, sliding deep inside me.

Dazed, I stood where I was as he fixed the bodice of my dress and drew the straps back up my shoulders. When he stepped away and pulled me with him, I followed, unable to think. Every movement caused my dress to brush the clamps, sending another wave of electricity straight into my sex. By the time we reached our seats, I was a trembling wet mess of need, and he knew it.

He buckled my seat belt for me and pulled it tight. Then I felt his lips at my ear, his hot breath washing over my neck, his tongue teasing my lobe.

“I can smell your arousal from here,” he whispered against me. “Hot and sweet. Can you smell it? Do you know what that is? It’s you submitting to me. And, Dio, it’s fucking sexy as hell. I’m going to make you come so hard when we get to the hotel, you won’t remember your own name.”

I closed my eyes and whimpered. Not because I didn’t believe him. Not because I didn’t want exactly that. But because I knew he was right. I was submitting. I was giving in to every one of his wicked desires because they turned me on.

And I was suddenly terrified that was going to ruin me forever.