My lips part, my eyes lift, and I'm instantly sucked into the intensity of his dark irises. "You think I'm beautiful?"
Promises by EMO fills the air, weaving a spell around us. It strips me bare, putting me at Luca's mercy as he moves my body exactly how he wants it.
"Looking for a compliment from me, principessa?"
My blood heats, my breaths growing shallow and quick.
Luca's right hand moves to my lower back, keeping me pinned to him. He lifts his free hand to the side of my neck, brushing my hair away from my damp skin. "You know you're fucking exquisite."
Breathe.
God, don't forget to breathe, Mariya.
His fingers wrap around the back of my neck, then he leans slightly down, totally crowding me.
This moment is what wild fantasies are made of. I have the great Luca Cotroni's attention and hands solely
focused on me.
Does he feel the magnetism between us? Is it just me? Wishful thinking?
Time falls away, and there's only the hold this man has on me. The feel of his body pressing and brushing against mine. His eyes burning on me.
I don't want it to end.
But it does. The intense bubble explodes in my face as Viktor places a hand on my shoulder. He leans into us.