Chapter 114 Lines of Fire
POV Maya:
What the fuck did I get myself into? When I ran from the indecent twins, I locked myself in the first room I found, and I’ve been here for several minutes now, trying to regain my sanity, hoping there’s time for my pussy to stop twitching. What’s going on in my head and my body that, ever since I met them, is no longer under my control? I almost offered myself for a ménage right there. I can’t be that shameless. I doubt they’re thinking anything at that level of indecency. The slut in this story is me.
Could it be that they’re looking for an inexperienced bride? I need to find a way to discover what they expect to find, because they’ll be sorely mistaken if they think I’m a saint. I’m filthy from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair. I think about sex almost every day. I’ve read smut since I was a teenager and hid my erotic books under my mattress, afraid a maid might find them. And I won’t even mention the hours I spend on porn sites doing my “research.” I’m not a saint. What I lack in innocence, I make up for in filth. I’m going to turn these cowboys’ world upside down.
“Lord, help me control this fire that won’t go out,” I say, staring at the bathroom ceiling, searching for divine help.
“I promise that if these men consider me as their bride, I’ll remain celibate until marriage. You know that, coming from me, that’s practically a miracle.” I make the sign of the cross, feeling ready to face Mrs. Moretti.
Before I can step out of the bathroom, I crash into a hard chest—very hard, I’d say.
“Ouch, that hurt,” I moan from the impact.
When I lift my face to see who I just ran into, I’m caught off guard by Luca. His expression isn’t as friendly as Mikhail’s and Adrian’s was. It’s closer to disapproval. I try to step out, but his large body blocks my exit, and without any effort he pushes me back inside. I end up against the sink counter, worried about why he did that.
I know Luca has the same style as his brute of a brother. The few times we talked, he proved to be just as irritating as Dominic. We’ll need to sort things out if they choose me as their bride.
“Listen carefully to what I’m about to tell you,” he says, closing the distance between us, his tall, muscular body far too close. “I’m not going to fall for your little game. I know exactly what you want, and the answer is no.”
No? I swallow the rejection with difficulty. I knew I ran the risk of hearing a no, but I didn’t expect it to come so fast—especially when I haven’t even had the chance to get to know them, to learn what each one likes, what makes them smile, their dreams, what they expect from a family. I haven’t had the opportunity to show that I’m nice, that I’d give my best to make things work between us.
“I can be what you’re looking for. Trust me. More than anyone, I know what it’s like to search for something without knowing where to find it,” I say sincerely. “We can try.”
“You must be crazy,” he says, stepping even closer.
Luca is so close I can feel his breath on my face. “Maya…”
Before I can hear another refusal, I grab the back of his neck and pull his face to mine. I cover his mouth with mine—I need to make him reconsider. But his teeth punish my lower lip, blocking my tongue. I lick his lips, then trail my tongue along his hard jawline. I slip my fingers into his hair and tug hard. Luca’s hands cup my ass; he pulls his face back, his eyes locking onto mine. Doubt is reflected there—along with desire.
“Are you afraid to give in to what’s obvious you want?” I ask, dropping my gaze to his cock pressing against my belly. “I didn’t know you were a coward.”
“You’d better not provoke me, Maya. I’m not Dominic,” he says quietly. His displeasure only fuels my fire. I really enjoy making Dominic and Luca angry.
“You’re not,” I say, and lick his lips.
“I’m not going to fall for your little game, and I firmly believe none of my brothers will either.” I wilt inside, but I don’t show it.
“It won’t be me who’s losing,” I say, trying to step away. But Luca’s hands squeeze my ass, kneading the flesh with relish.
“Bitch,” he mutters—and before I can retort, I’m sitting on the sink counter, his mouth crashing into mine in a rush. With my eyes open, I challenge him as we lick each other’s mouths, a clear competition over which of us will give in first. I wrap my legs around his body, pulling him closer.
“You’re hot,” I declare.
“And you’re a slut,” he shoots back.
“I am.”
I close my eyes to give the false impression that he’s in control. I don’t intend to open them. I surrender to the kiss. I suck his tongue into my mouth, and Luca sucks mine, doing something delicious with it—something that makes me gasp, caught by surprise. I roam my hand over his body, feeling how defined he is. I moan into his mouth. His kiss is incredible. This man knows how to kiss.
Luca pulls away and lifts me off the counter, turning me so my back is to him. He’s so fast that my skirt is soon bunched at my waist, his agile fingers touching me over my panties.
“Soaked,” he says hoarsely. “You have no idea how badly I want to taste your pussy and see if it’s as delicious as Dominic made it seem.” I gasp as his fingers pull my panties aside. “Did you like being eaten out by my brother? Did you like grinding on his face while my other brothers and I watched?” I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to handle his rough voice in my ear.
It’s unfair.
“Please.”
“I asked you a question. Answer it,” he orders.
“Yes,” I reply, trembling, wanting him to push his fingers into me.
“Was it good?”
He has to be fucking with me.
“Luca…”
“Answer what I ask. Nothing else. Slut.”
“Yes, you bossy brute.”
“Yes, I am. And if you want to play at fucking my brothers and me, you need to know that I’m the one in charge.”
Play at fucking?
“Luca, I don’t want—”
“I didn’t ask what you want. Or did I, Maya?”