Chapter 115 Playing with Fire
POV Maya:
“No.”
“Good. Now you’re going to arch your ass for me. I’m going to eat you out, and I don’t want you to make a single sound, or I’ll stop and leave you without coming.”
Who does this bossy brute think he’s talking to? I don’t take orders—much less obey them. I force the fire in my ass to die down and pull away abruptly. I lower my skirt and turn to face him, his brow furrowed.
“I told you—”
“I heard you. I’m not deaf like Dominic and you apparently think I am.” I let my gaze travel down his body, stopping between his legs. I stare shamelessly at his hard cock for a few seconds, then meet his eyes again. “I’m only going to say this once, so pay attention. Want to fuck me? Want to taste me? Then accept that I’m the one in charge.”
I lift my chin in the way I know makes me look arrogant.
Luca looks at me as if he wants me dead. I take advantage of his irritation and slip two fingers into my pussy, then pull them out immediately, soaked with my arousal.
“Want to taste it?” I ask, and he stays silent. “I asked you a question. I want an answer.”
Luca looks at me for a long moment, and I wonder what’s going through his head. I want to push him further, but I won’t. Every man has a limit, and I won’t cross Luca’s—at least not now.
“I do,” he replies reluctantly.
Smiling, I open my mouth and slowly suck my fingers, leaving Luca staring with his mouth open. I savor each finger leisurely, enjoying my unique taste, and moan in appreciation when I’m done. I’m delicious. I look at Luca, and he looks back at me, stunned. A sense of victory washes over me at the pleasure of seeing his expression.
“I asked if you wanted to taste it. I didn’t say I’d let you,” I say with a smile.
I open the bathroom door and walk out, leaving him alone with his arrogance.
Maya 2 x Moretti Brothers 1.
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POV Luca:
That woman is playing with fire, fuck. Who does she think she is to say that shit to my face? She’s the one in charge? She has to be fucking delusional. I’m the one in charge. Me. I’m pissed, furious, wanting to go after that provocateur and bend her over this counter and fuck her to teach her that you don’t mess with a man like me. Dominic warned me she was trouble—did I listen to my older brother? No. And how could I, after what I saw in that alley?
I want to fuck her with the same intensity that I want to kill her. I look down at my hard cock and curse. Hatred seeps into my veins while rage boils inside me. I splash some water on my face and wait a few minutes until I feel controlled enough to leave the bathroom. I can’t let her realize how much she destabilized me with her little show. Fuck, she sucked her fingers right in front of me. I take a deep breath, shoving that image away, or I won’t leave this bathroom until I come, imagining everything I want to do to her.
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There she is—the damned woman—distracted, helping my mother prepare lunch. I don’t know what spell she cast on my mother to make her keep inviting her into our house. My mother knows that after everything that happened with Scarlett, we don’t want another woman inside our home, messing with our heads. Which is exactly what Maya has been doing—confusing us.
I clear my throat to get the attention of both women, who turn to me. My mother wears a sweet smile, while Maya has a victorious grin on her red lips. How does she look impeccable? She looks just like she did when I found her in the bathroom, not a single strand of hair out of place. I kissed that mouth. I smeared that lipstick. How long did it take her to look presentable again? It took me more than ten minutes just to get my cock to calm down—and another three minutes to get the red lipstick off my mouth.
“Son, I’m so glad you’re here.”
My mother’s happiness doesn’t go unnoticed. I’ve seen her happier since she met Maya, and that’s the reason I try to tolerate the damn redhead. My mother had been sad and withdrawn, afraid of losing the farm, but since she met Maya, I’ve seen her smiling again—even going into town. I don’t want to admit it, but I have to. Maya is good for my mother.
“Do you need help with anything?” I ask, being helpful.
“Yes. Maya wants to see the horses. Can you take her to see them?”
This has to be a fucking joke.
“Of course.” I smile, faking friendliness. “Shall we, Maya?” I take a step out of the kitchen, but her voice makes me stop.
“Hmm, I don’t want to go with him, Norah. Could Sebastian come with me instead?”
Son of a bitch.
“Why, my dear? Did Luca do something to you?” I fix my eyes on that small piece of dubious character, and the shameless woman flashes a small smile.
“No, it’s just that I like Sebastian’s company. He’s very kind to me.”
A blatant lie. Sebastian has never even talked to her—at least that’s what he told me. Crafty woman. I stand there watching her talk to my mother—the way she smiles, the way her eyes sparkle. Maya is a slut who clearly has my mother wrapped around her finger. Should I be a good son and warn my mother that Maya is no good?
“I’m so happy to see how well you get along with my sons,” my mother says, smiling. “They seem to like you very much, Maya—especially Dominic. I saw the other day how my boy looked at you. His eyes practically lit up.”
Oh, fuck. Dominic’s eyes lighting up? Only if it was the fires of hell reflecting in them. My mother is mistaken—and very blind.