29: Tempting Temptation
29: Tempting Temptation
Isabella’s POV
I bit my lip as heat coiled low in my stomach. "You told me to wear something sinful."
His hand tightened, his thumb brushing over my bare, slick folds beneath the table.
"And now," he murmured, his lips grazing my jaw, "I can make you squirm all night."
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A Sweet Deception
I should’ve pushed his hand away.
I should’ve reminded him that I knew he was lying.
But instead, I let him touch me.
Because in that moment, I needed to forget.
Forget Dante’s kiss. Forget the truth Luca was hiding.
I needed this—a dangerous, beautiful monster willing to burn the world for me.
"Relax, dolcezza," he murmured, brushing a slow circle against my clit. "Let me take care of you."
And God help me—
I did.
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The Taste of Submission
By the time dessert came, my legs were shaking.
Luca had spent the entire evening teasing me, his fingers drifting up my thigh, grazing the edge of pleasure—but never letting me fall over the edge.
And I was ready to break.
He stood, adjusting his cufflinks as he extended a hand.
"Come home with me," he said, his voice a command and a plea all at once.
I took his hand.
Because no matter how tangled the lies—
I still wanted to be his.
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The elevator ride to the penthouse was silent, tension curling in the air like smoke.
The second the doors slid shut, Luca turned to me, his silver eyes dark with intent.
"You were such a good girl tonight," he murmured, fingers slipping beneath the hem of my dress.
"But now?" He dropped to his knees in front of me. "I want to taste my reward."
He pushed the dress up around my waist, his large hands spreading my thighs apart as his lips brushed the sensitive skin.
"You’re already dripping for me," he groaned, his breath hot against my core.
And before I could answer, his mouth closed over my clit—hot, wet, and devastating.
I gasped, my head hitting the elevator wall as he licked slow, deliberate strokes, teasing me until my body was trembling beneath his touch.
"You like when I worship you like this, don’t you?" he growled, sliding his tongue deeper.
I couldn’t speak—could only feel as his fingers slid inside me, curling against that spot that made me burn.
"Let go," he commanded, his voice rough. "Come for me, bella."
And when he sucked harder—I shattered.
My orgasm ripped through me, leaving me boneless in his arms.
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Returning the Favor
Luca stood, lifting me effortlessly as he carried me to the bedroom.
But before he could drop me onto the bed, I pushed him back—kneeling before him.
His silver eyes flared as I unfastened his belt, my fingers working the zipper.
"You need me too," I whispered.
He hissed a breath when I freed his cock—thick, heavy, and already leaking for me.
"Open your mouth," he ordered.
I did.
And when I wrapped my lips around him, taking him deep, his control snapped.
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His hand tangled in my hair as I sucked him deep, hollowing my cheeks as I worked him with my tongue.
"You’re too good at this," he groaned, his body shuddering beneath my touch.
I moaned around him, dragging my tongue along the thick vein at the underside of his cock, tasting the salty heat of his desire.
"Isabella," he growled, his voice raw with need.
And when I took him all the way to the back of my throat—he lost it.
His hips jerked, and with a rough curse, he came—his release spilling deep inside my mouth as I swallowed every drop.
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Luca pulled me to my feet, brushing his lips against mine.
"Mine," he whispered against my mouth.
But as he held me close, I couldn’t stop the thought that crept through the haze of pleasure—
If I was really his…
Why was he still lying to me?
And when the truth finally came out—
Would I survive it?
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A Craving That Won’t Fade
"His touch wasn’t rough tonight—it was worship. And I was ready to let him ruin me all over again."
The warm glow of the bedroom lights wrapped around us, but it couldn’t compete with the heat curling low in my stomach.
Luca leaned against the doorframe, watching me like a predator—too calm, too still, but his silver eyes burned with raw need.
I should’ve been exhausted after everything.
But my body wasn’t done with him.
And from the way his gaze devoured me, I knew he wasn’t done either.
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A Taste of Vulnerability
"Come here," he said, his voice low and smooth—a command wrapped in silk.
I stepped toward him, heart pounding, as his fingers brushed the hem of his shirt still draped over my body.
"You’re too far away," he murmured, sliding his arms around my waist and pulling me flush against his hard chest.
His lips brushed over my jaw, soft and deliberate.
"You’ve been so good for me tonight, dolcezza. Let me take care of you."