Chapter 14 Chapter Fourteen
Kamari's POV.
My eyes widened with shock, my heart pounding heavily against my chest.
Luciano eyed me, pressing his lips into a thin, determined line, “On second thought, I'd just give you a different kind of punishment.”
His lips curled into a smirk after he said that and though I had no idea what he had in mind, the thought of him punishing me made my body shudder with dread.
How did this even make sense?
Just a few minutes ago, he was on the verge of blowing Celine's head off because she hurt me. And the next minute, he was going to do something far more worse than Celine's crime.
This goddamn devil!
Luciano dropped his gun in his holster, his eyes gesturing to his men to free Celine. She curled her arms around her body, her face still wet from tears.
“I'm letting you go right now, but the next time you do something this stupid, I'll kill you quietly and put your corpse on display,” He threatened, with a grim expression.
He then darted his eyes to me, “Follow me.”
“Why?” The word escaped my lips before I could stop it.
Luciano smirked, “Slow learner.”
That was all I needed to realize that I was questioning him again. So I pressed my lips together, uttering nothing as I tagged along behind him, while Lady Maris scolding tone faded in the background.
When we arrived at Luciano's bedroom, he took a seat on his throne looking at the room at the corner of the dimly lit room, leaving me trembling a few walks away from him.
“You were jealous of Celine, right? So, your punishment is watching me stroke myself.” He declared, his eyes dark with desire.
My face split with shock, my brows pulling together with confusion.
“Wha–what makes you think I'm jealous of her? I don't care if you fuck her. That's your business, at least it saves me more time before you finally decide to…” I stopped myself because of two things–I was about blurting my dreams of being freed, and he was shedding himself out of his shirt.
His muscular body glistened under the dim lights, giving him a likening to a Greek god. His body was inked with different patterns of tattoo and they did well to make him look both dangerous and tempting.
My insides squirmed and I took deep breaths to get rid of the strange feeling of excitement.
“That,” Luciano pointed at my face, snapping me from my thoughts. “That right there is why stroking myself is going to be the best punishment for you.”
I blinked back, averting his gaze even though my cheeks burned. I hated that he knew his effect on me. I didn't even know why I was reacting to such a dangerous place in the first place!
“I'd rather be thrown in the safe room than watch you do that,” I muttered with defiance, crossing my arms.
“Love, you're going to watch whether you like it or not. Now come here,” his deep voice bounced off the walls of the room, beckoning me to move.
My hands curled into fists by my side but I slowly walked towards him. Our eyes locked and I wasn't sure if it was the tension within me or the lustful glint in his eyes but I ended up missing my steps, falling to the ground.
He quickly got to me, lifting me off the ground swiftly. His hand slid around my waist, pressing my boobs tightly against his chest.
Being this close to him, inhaling his manly minty scent made my core twitch.
“Are you okay?” He asked, his deep voice etched with concern.
I nodded as a memory from my previous marriage came to mind. My late husband would rather watch me bleed for a while before thinking to help. Even when I had small cuts in the kitchen, he'd ignore me like it was normal.
“So I'd take it that you're falling for me instead?” His deep voice snapped me out of my thoughts but also made me momentarily blank.
I rolled my eyes, struggling to break free from him but he tightened his grip, resting the tip of his fingers on the curve of my ass.
I swallowed hard from the contact, I couldn't ignore the warmth from those hands. But then in his grip, a stray thought came to mind.
Sometimes he was cold, sometimes Luciano was soft.
If I could play along with him, then I might just earn a soft spot in his heart and then that'll give me leverage to run away from him.
Great.
Perfect plan.
Holding those thoughts, I lifted my hands, circling them around his neck while I bit my lips, maintaining eye contact. He froze. But then he narrowed his eyes, amusement welling up in them.
“Actually, I think I am falling for you,” I whispered, arching my body into his.
My veins throbbed with heat as our breaths mixed, but I tried my best to focus on getting a reaction from him.
He leaned down, stopping at my ears, “That’s news. That'll make things easier, don't you think?” He muttered, biting my earlobe softly.
That sent sparks of desire rushing down to my thighs, making my core twitch with heat.
My breath hitched as I parted my lips once more, “It does. I think….” I traced a circle on his left chest, “I think it's no use pretending. I want you.”
The moment I said that, he stepped back, chuckling like he'd just heard the funniest thing ever.
“If that was your shot at flirting, you should probably never try it again.”
My brows furrowed, “Why would you–you know what? Forget it.”
I said, turning my back on him while trying to catch my breath.
“I'm no longer interested in punishing you. So get the fuck out of my room,” His cold voice sent shivers running down my spine.
I turned around, my shoulders dropping, “But…but I'm scared.”
Luciano narrowed his eyes, “of?”
“I'm scared of…Celine. Please, let me spend the night here.” I rushed the words in one breath, my heart palpating with fear as I awaited his response.