Cara's pov
Luca didn't skip a routine. The man went through everything, even better than I'd have done it. Every inch of my skin was scrubbed clean, not a single spot went unnoticed by him. I had gone completely shy when he cleaned my boobs and in between my legs. I'd let the man fuck me to damnation but there was something even more decadent about him washing my private area.
He showered my hair with more care and attention in the twenty minutes he spent washing it than I had in all my twenty-two years on earth. Working through the long length with gentle patience, kneading into my scalp with the expertise of a hairstylist.
He did all of these while stopping at intervals to turn my insides to jelly with soft, delicious kisses.
It was therapy.
I was carried back to my room and placed gently on my vanity chair and then got the best blow-dry of my life. Luca dried every inch of my body before he hand-picked an oversized tee, a pair of shorts and panties from my small wardrobe before slipping me into them.
I felt sated and coddled at the end of it all, my body growing lazy and lax from the premium princess treatment. So lax I forgot I was supposed to be mad at him, that he was trying to control my life. It was research worthy how he was simultaneously good and ruinous for me, my strength and my vice.
I slipped into my bed and waited for him to join me but he didn't, instead he got busy with packing my clothes into a beat up duffel I'd forgotten I owned. "Luca, what are you doing?"
He doesn't stop stuffing my clothes into the bag. Heat bloomed in my cheeks when he grabbed a couple of my panties and bras.
"I told you, you're not staying here." He said that so simply like it was supposed to cover for everything.
I sat up in the bed. "And I remember refusing to that."
He shot me a quick glance but said nothing as he zipped up the duffel and carried it out of my bedroom.
I jumped out of the bed and followed him. "Luca," I prodded, noticing that half of the mess had been cleared up. Sergio and the others must have gone at it while I was getting bathed by Luca. My cheeks flared, had they picked on that?
Luca dumped the bag on my kitchen counter and his gaze was exasperated when he looked at me again. "I'm taking you out of here whether you like it or not. If I have to fling you over my shoulder I will."
I must be mentally ill because as much as that high-handed statement infuriated me, the idea of Luca doing just that sent heat pooling in the pit of my stomach. "Like I'd let you do that."
An incredulous glint appeared in his eyes, amusement playing on his lips and I hated how the fact that I wouldn't be able to do a thing if he did hung between us like a banner.
"You're forcing me out of my home." I cried dramatically, practically grasping at straws.
He raised an eyebrow. "Your home is a dump with half of its furniture lying in the hallway."
I was genuinely offended. "Well this dump has been my sanctuary for five years now and I will not let you insult it." His eyes clouded over and I started to think my words got to him.
Sike!
"You have five minutes to grab anything you'd like to bring along." He said, crossing his strong biceps.
The hope crashed and a sigh left me. So much for thinking. I turned up my nose at him. "But you said you paid the rent. What happens to it now?"
"I only did that because someone made me promise not to do the other thing I could have done."
I couldn't believe my ears. "Are you blaming me?" I squawked at him. "I stopped you from harming a man but what? I'm at fault?"
"Basically, yeah."
Oh he was shameless.
"You have three minutes left."
"You know, most people already know this but there's this thing called liberty, choice. And what I'm choosing to do is not letting you order me like I'm one of your men Salvatore."
His eyes gleamed with something dark. "So we're back to Salvatore."
Placing both hands on my hips, I snarled. "Damn right we are."
He let out a dark, humorless laugh and a storm brewed in his eyes. "Go. Pack. Your. Things."
A slight shiver coursed through my spine at the deadly command and my knees nearly buckled into submission but I stood my ground. If I keep letting him walk all over me, he'd basically use me as a doormat. I can't have him thinking he could make decisions for me and expect me to go along with it without question.
But a good chunk of my bravery seeped away when he started to stalk towards me. The air suddenly felt suffocating the moment he invaded my personal space, trapping me where I leaned on the counter. He stood really close, too close that my head felt light and my hair ends rose in awareness.
His thumb reached up to brush over my bottom lip and the single touch sent a current zapping through my chest. "What am I going to do about this stubbornness of yours?" He asked in a low, silky voice that was clouding my senses.
I held on to my defiance like it was my lifeline.
His other hand was now rubbing up and down my waist, making goosebumps pepper on my skin. He was breaking my resistance and it was only a matter of time he'd completely crush it into nonexistence. I became desperate.
I caught his thumb with my teeth and sucked down on it hard, watching as his eyes flared with desire, his breathing going unsteady. I swirled my tongue around and nipped at it.
He tried to pull away but I grabbed the thumb and my kisses trailed all the way down to his palm, swirling my tongue again at the centre.
Luca let out a sharp hiss when I left his palm to bite on his bunched shoulder. He drooped against me, his hands digging into my ass as I continued driving him crazy with my teeth and tongue.
I worked up to his ear in a trail of wet kisses, sucking firmly on his earlobe before purring against his ear. "There's nothing you can do. My stubbornness and I are one."
A low chuckle rumbled through him. "Is that so?"
I kissed his Adam's apple. "Yes, Salvatore. You either take it as it is or leave it."
"But you're forgetting something bambina." He drawled.
"What?" I whispered absent-mindedly, taking my business of inhaling his masculine scent very seriously.
His hands came up to fist into my hair. "That if I cannot drive it out," He pulled my back my my locks and the wicked glint in his gaze froze my heart over. "I can always tame it." He finished and I was given no time to react when he hiked me on the countertop and dragged me to the edge.
My next words were swallowed up in a ruthless kiss that made me feverish with lust. I let out a sharp yelp of pain when he nipped on my bottom lip, hard.
He pulled away, giving me a smug smirk as I glared at him. "That was for calling me Salvatore."
The petty asshole.
"This," he continued, slipping a hand underneath my big ass tee and rubbing tightly on my nipple. "Is for defying me."
My anger was immediately forgotten and I leaned into the rough pleasure of his hand on me, a moan escaping my lips. His mouth found the sensitive spot behind my ear and I was so into the shuddering sensation his grazing teeth elicited that I didn't even realize he'd pulled my shorts halfway down my legs.
I looked down at my bare thighs and the sight of my darkening blue panties made me flush all over.
Damn I was wet.
Luca ripped the flimsy material down along with my shorts and they dropped to the floor at his feet. The coldness of the countertop bit into my ass cheeks, adding to my arousal.
Luca kicked the discarded clothings to the side and settled between my legs. I sucked in a harsh breath when he roughly spread them wider, the pads of his fingers pressing into the soft skin of my inner thighs. Cool air brushed over my bare pussy but his burning gaze singed up the coolness.
Just when I thought I'd come from his hot, lustful look alone, a finger slid inside me. Then another one.
My moan was louder this time, followed by unintelligible mumbles as Luca curled his fingers, a fire igniting in my core.
My head threw back when he began pumping inside of me, my folds opening up shamelessly to take him better. Luca's other hand found my clit and I felt like I'd die right then, the pleasure too intense.
"Oh gawd," I gasped, sliding off the edge of the table. Luca caught me and pushed me back, working me like a drill.
"You're so stubborn and as much as it pisses me off, I find it extremely hot." He drawled against my neck. "Because I get to fuck you into submission."
The tightening coil in my sprung loose and I exploded around his fingers in a scream, shudders racking through my body in a way that made it seem like it was the earth shaking instead.
I slumped against Luca, boneless and limp. He held onto my spent body for another minute before lifting up off the counter and setting my still jellylike legs on their feet.
"That was incredible." I said in a breathless whisper.
His gaze was dark and smug. "That, bambina, was the taming of your stubbornness."
When I sneered at him with narrowed eyes, he leaned closer and kissed my jaw, his hot breath on against me when he spoke. "Yes, Cara mia." He kissed the corner of my lips next. "Now go pack what you need so we can go for round two."
Excitement flooded my veins along with desire at the promise of another orgasm and I bounded to my room and it was only halfway through my packing, when I heard Luca's low chuckle from the living room, that I realized that I'd obeyed his command.
Eagerly.