Ariel

 

Sifting through the clothes in my closet, I’m excited. I’ve been out with Luca, but this feels different. Giddiness boils up and I laugh. I’m so excited.

Every time I think I’ve found something to wear, I change my mind and move on to something else. I don’t want to blend in with the other women too much, but I want to look nice.

“This one,” I say as I pull the light-blue dress from the hanger.

After I slip it on, I look at the reflection in the mirror. I love its plunging and slightly off-the-shoulder neckline. The lace that covers the maxi dress adds to it, making it both elegant and daring. “Perfect.”

The doorbell rings at 6:55, a little early, but I’m ready.

Luca stands in a dark expensive suit, white shirt, and red tie, holding a bouquet of red roses. My heart melts.

“For you,” he says as he hands me the flowers.

“Thank you.” I sniff the flowers, which smell divine. With a big grin, I say, “They’re beautiful.” I lean in and kiss his lips.

“You’re welcome.”

“Let me put them in something.” I search, but I don’t have a vase. I’ve never had flowers before, so I grab a tall glass, run water in it, and place the flowers in it.

I grab my clutch and smile. “Ready.”

With his hand on the small of my back, he escorts me to the waiting limo. Tony is standing there with a grin on his face.

Luca is sitting next to me holding my hand. “Did you sleep well last night?” he asks.

“Not really. Did you?”

“No.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, Ariel. I’ve just had guilt issues since you were kidnapped.”

I turn and face him. “Why would you feel guilty?”

“Because you asked me to spend the night and I said no. If I had been there, then he wouldn’t have gotten his hands on you.”

“Yes, he would have.” Placing my hand on his cheek, I make him look at me. “Luca, it wasn’t a random kidnapping. Alex came in every day until he knew for sure that I was the right person. If he hadn’t taken me that night, then he would have the next. But it’s okay. Everything worked out.”

“I guess.”

We pull up in front of an expensive restaurant. Tony comes around and opens the door, and Luca climbs out first. I place my hand in his outstretched hand and he leads me inside. I’m a little nervous and everyone stares. But I hold my shoulders back and act like I belong.

Without making us wait, they lead us to a quiet table and hand us our menus. I don’t care about the food, only the man in front of me. He’s everything I never imagined I could have. And he wants me. When he glances up, he catches me staring.

“What is it?” he asks.

“I’ve missed you.”

The waiter appears, and Luca orders for the both of us. Not that I pay much attention to what he says. I can’t believe that he’s mine. At least I hope he is.

With a knowing grin and a glint in his eye, he says, “Want to get out of here? We can take it to go.”

“Can we do that?”

The waiter suddenly appears, but Luca never breaks eye contact with me as he says, “We’ve decided to eat in. Please have our food delivered.”

“Right away, Mr. Damonte.”

He stands and holds out his hand, which I eagerly take, and leads me to the waiting car. “Where are we going?” I ask.

“My place.”

He holds my hand, never trying anything in the car. Tony stops in front of a skyrise, and the bellhop walks over and opens the door. As Luca steps out, the bellhop says, “Welcome home, Mr. Damonte.”

Luca holds his hand out, which I take. Without breaking eye contact with me, he says, “This is Ariel Hancock. She is welcome at my place anytime. Understand?”

“Yes, Mr. Damonte.” His eyes slide to mine. “Welcome, Miss Hancock.”

I glance briefly at the smiling bellhop and then back at Luca. His eyes are burning with desire, just like mine.

I don’t know how we made it to his penthouse, and I don’t care. I don’t care how nice it is, how expensive everything is.

Luca turns swiftly, snakes his hand around my neck, and grabs my hair, bending me backward. “I have missed you, woman.” His lips claim mine with such passion as they move with purpose over mine.

When he breaks the kiss for some much-needed air, he says, “I’m going to fuck you and then I’m going to make love to you.”

Oh, God! I’ve missed this. Every time he talks to me like that just makes me want him more.

I’m standing in the middle of his living room. He circles behind me. His hand sweeps my hair over my left shoulder. With nimble fingers, he slowly unzips my dress, his lips skimming my shoulder with featherlike touches. Gooseflesh prickles my arms. His hands slowly push the dress from my arms, letting it pool on the floor at my feet.

“I like this,” he says as his finger slowly traces my tattoo. “Die with memories, not dreams.” I feel him kissing my tattoo as he murmurs, “We’re going to make a lot of memories, Ariel.”

I never want to lose this feeling, this man.

Taking his hand, I step out of the dress and follow him over to a chair. I slip my hands underneath his suit coat and glide it from his shoulders. Holding his gaze, I loosen his tie and throw it to the side before starting on his buttons.

“Are you wet for me?”

“Soaking.”

“Let me show you what I like,” he says just before his lips take mine again. I don’t know how, but he’s kissing me and walking me backward at the same time.

When he breaks the kiss, he takes a seat on the leather couch. His legs are wide, and his dick is standing erect.

I’m standing in front of him wearing five-inch heels and a lacy bra and panties. He leans forward and hooks my panties with his fingers, slowly guiding them over my hips, sliding them down my legs until I step out of them, one leg at a time.

“Turn around,” he orders. When I do, he places a hand on each hip and pulls me down onto his lap. His dick takes me to the hilt. “Oh, Luca,” I gasp, throwing my head back. He’s kissing my exposed neck as he unfastens my bra. His hands cup my breasts as he pounds into me from the bottom. I try to help, but he’s so strong, and I can’t even match his rhythm.

With his mouth next to my ear, he lightly bites my lobe. “Do you like me fucking you?”

 “Yes.”

“Louder.”

“Yes!”

He shows no mercy as he pounds inside me. One hand leaves my breast and splays over my abdomen until he reaches my clit. A few small tight circles, and then he applies the right amount of pressure. . . . I scream out his name as wave after wave of my orgasm crashes inside, almost blinding me with pleasure.

We’re both breathing heavily, but he still finds the strength to carry me to his bed.

Luca alternates from making sweet love to fucking me most of the night.