Chapter 46 PRETTY LITTLE S…
\~~~RAINA.
It has been a week since Luciano left the house and God, I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this free.
He had told me he was traveling the day after that presentation shit, the one he came to without invitation. He’d said he would be gone for a couple of weeks, maybe more, and for the first time since I came into this house, I felt like I could breathe.
Luciano wasn’t the type to announce his movements. Most times he left whenever he wanted, returned whenever he wanted, and I was left guessing. So the fact that he told me probably meant he wouldn’t be back soon.
And honestly? I was grateful.
This past week has been the best of my entire existence.
There were no hovering, no intense stares, and definitely no confusing touches.
There was no man who made my heart and my head fight each other every single day.
I could eat without someone watching me, and I could actually hear my own thoughts again.
But the problem was… my thoughts had become the enemy.
Because no matter what I did, he kept forcing his way into them.
The way he talked, the way he touched me, and the way his voice dropped when he said my name.
I hated it.
I hated that I missed him. I hated that the silence of this huge house made me think of him even more.
And today was the worst.
Everything from the music, the weather, even the stupid drama I tried watching kept dragging my mind back to him.
Back to his hands, back to his mouth, and to the way he looked at me like he owned me.
I kept telling myself the attraction was temporary.
Stress. Yes, I was under great stress, and I was confused too.
Not to talk of the hormones that come with ovulation, yes!
So, to distract myself, I grabbed my phone and started reading a web series… anything to pull my mind away from the man I absolutely should not be thinking about.
But it didn’t help, not even a little.
Every romantic line reminded me of him, every tension-filled moment reminded me of the way he usually corners me and every argument between characters reminded me of how he pushed and pushed until I gave in.
I ended up tossing my phone aside with a groan, dragging a pillow over my face.
“Get a grip,” I muttered into the fabric.
But my body wasn’t listening and my mind too.
A week without Luciano did something to me and it was something I wasn’t proud of.
And that was what led to this moment…
I didn’t even realise when the door opened.
I didn’t realise when he entered.
The only thing that snapped me back to reality was the sudden brightness of the lights switching on.
I jerked so hard my neck almost broke, my eyes flying open at the same time.
“Shit, shit, shit!” I cursed under my breath.
My whole body reacted before my brain did and I scrambled up, dragging the duvet over my naked body like it could erase what he had just seen.
“Fuck!” I hissed, pressing the blanket to my chest, my breath shaking.
God.
I hadn’t even realised when I pulled off my clothes, when I spread myself out on the bed, and when I touched myself like someone possessed.
All because of him.
All because I had been stupid enough to miss the way he touched me.
And now… Now, he was standing right there.
Luciano.
Fuck, his shadow fell over me like something dark and dangerous, and he didn’t even say anything at first.
He just stared at me like he was seeing something he had been starving for.
My heart beat violently against my ribs, heat crawling up my neck all the way to my face.
“Why… why didn’t you knock?” I stammered, even though I knew it sounded stupid.
The door was his, the room was his of course, the stupid house was his.
And I was… God, I didn’t want to think about what I was to him.
Why had I chosen this time… of all time in the world, to masturbate?
Luciano’s voice finally came, low and too calm.
“I never expected to come home to this.”
My fingers tightened around the duvet.
“I… I didn’t know you were back. You said you’d stay longer.”
He stepped closer, slow, controlled, and it made my stomach twist.
“I came home early,” he murmured. “And, clearly, I chose the right day.”
I swallowed hard.
My body was still buzzing, still warm, needy and that made everything worse.
“If we can just… forget this ever… happened…”I whispered, turning my head away.
He exhaled a soft laugh, and it wasn’t mocking.
One that sounded too much like he enjoyed the entire thing.
“Baby,” he said softly, “you were moaning my name.”
My face burned so hot that I wanted the floor to swallow me whole.
“I… I wasn’t… I didn’t…”
“Yes,” he said, coming to the side of the bed. “You were.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to breathe.
This is the worst day of my life. And the most humiliating. And the most dangerous.
Because deep down, a part of me wants him to touch me.
Even now.
Even after being caught in the most shameful way possible.
And the worst part was… he knew.
He could see it on my face, hear it in my breathing, and could feel it in the room.
“Oh, my pretty little slut,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous, as his hand slowly reached for the duvet, dragging it from my trembling grasp.
And just like that, I was completely naked before him. My skin, my body, all of me lay bare under his gaze. He watched silently, his face unreadable and completely still.
And that makes it worse, because I have absolutely no idea what this man is thinking.