21. Claire

CHAPTER 21

CLAIRE

THE SAME DAY – PLAYING WITH THE PLAYER

A nother? He really was intending to get me off again? Hell yeah, bring it on!

When my sexy Russian first suggested he could do that, make me orgasm twice in ten minutes, I had to admit, I didn’t believe him. But within a couple, he’d achieved the first and by the way my body was continuing to respond to his very thorough exploration, I thought he might actually succeed.

“If anyone can, Luca can ,” the little thrilled voice in my head squealed.

Still, I had refused to give in to his bet. Why? Because I’d already been willing to give us a shot. He hadn’t needed to come up with this elaborate scheme to make me. I’d been about to tell him that when he stopped me from speaking, no doubt thinking I’d refuse, and set about in earnest trying to convince me. I moaned into his mouth, masking the giggle threatening to spill out and give my game away. The Player thought he could manipulate the Ice Queen? Not a chance.

Mr Sexy Kisser might easily thaw me out with his lips, but he had to learn that manipulating me wasn’t something I’d let him get away with. At least not often. Controlling me in the bedroom? Hell yeah! But while I loved submitting to his domineering ways—especially when he growled “good girl” in my ear—he’d better understand that it stopped there.

So, I kept quiet, letting him try to earn what I’d already been willing to give. It was so much fun watching him work for my answer, seeing that flash of uncertainty every time I held back. Luca’s lips smashed against mine, and he devoured me like a starving man, teeth grazing and tongue demanding. My body was already singing, heating up under his touch, but the best part was knowing I had him exactly where I wanted. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us, and every breath, every gasp, felt like proof of the fire burning between us.

“God, I’ve missed these lips. You’re such a great kisser,” he murmured, voice thick with desire.

“You too,” I moaned, unable to hide the pleasure coursing through me. It was true—the man was one hell of a sexy kisser. That was what had made him so difficult to resist. I’d been holding my ground until the moment he first claimed my mouth, and after that, no amount of stubbornness could save me. The second our lips met, I’d been his. I just hadn’t been ready to admit it until now.

My core still throbbed from my last orgasm, my hips arching up to meet his fingers as they rubbed my clit and thrust inside me, relentless and unyielding. Luca kissed me deeply, his growl vibrating against my lips and sending shivers straight down my spine. My legs buckled, my knees nearly giving out, but he held me steady, pressed tight against the door, my hands pinned above my head. Without him anchoring me, I would’ve melted into a puddle at his feet.

A wicked smirk played at the corners of his lips as his tongue dived deeper, exploring every inch of my mouth. He knew exactly what he was doing, knew he’d hit my Achilles heel when another low growl escaped him, louder this time, rough and primal. My eyes fluttered shut, rolling back in bliss as I surrendered to his control.

The man had Henry Cavill vibes pouring off him—broad, commanding, and dangerously sexy. Each growl, each thrust, made it impossible not to give in. My body was on fire, and every move he made only turned the heat up higher.

Oh, my god! What this man could do to me with just his voice, let alone those wickedly skilled fingers, defied all logic. No one had ever made me come so easily, so utterly undone, the way my sexy Russian did. And those lips? That kiss? I was hopeless against him.

When Luca sank to his knees in front of me, and his mouth replaced his thumb, I knew I was done for. There’d never be anyone who could live up to my Mr Sexy Kisser. He’d stolen my heart and branded me, body and soul, with his searing passion.

Luca’s hands gripped the sides of my knickers, tugging them down in one smooth, determined motion. I stepped out of them without hesitation, my skin tingling at the brush of his touch. In a flash, my skirt was shoved up to my waist, and one of my legs was draped over his broad shoulder. I gasped, my pulse racing as he positioned me exactly where he wanted.

Groaning, he licked my slit and sucked on my clit. My fingers gripped the door hook for dear life. Luca’s moans as he went down on me with gusto, had me panting with need so strong I was sure if I didn’t cling to the hook, tethering myself to the room, I’d end up soaring through the roof and into space, never to come back down again.

Moans and pants filled the air around me and I knew I was close. He was going to do it. He was going to make me come again.

“Life isn’t black and white, Claire. You know this. Come dance with me in shades of grey,” he whispered as the waves of my second orgasm crashed through me, stealing my breath and cleansing my mind of all thoughts except Luca.

That did it. My world shattered as I broke apart, crying his name.

As my breathing slowed, Luca brought his lips back up to mine and kissed me again. I could taste myself on him and it almost made me come again. Dear lord!

“That’s two. I win!” he stated with a giant grin.

“Yes hotshot, you win!” I laughed unable to stop myself at his smug look.

Shaking my head, I smoothed down my skirt and buttoned my blouse as Luca washed his hands and then wiped me thighs and pussy with some toilet paper. My heart melted even further at his tender care of me.

Picking up our jackets, Luca gave me a quick peck on the lips before helping me on with it. Realising I was knickerless, I frowned, looking down at the floor.

“Looking for these?” he said, twirling them around a finger.

I tried to snatch them, but he lifted his arm out of my reach.

“Uh uh, these are mine now, babe,” he said smugly before pocketing them.

“Give me those back!” I cried, but he just laughed, picked up my laptop bag, grabbed my hand, and tugged me out of the toilet.

My gasp of indignation at having to walk around commando style was met with an amused chuckle and I was about to demand he return them when I saw the others still waiting for us. The knowing looks and smirks making it clear they knew exactly what we’d been up to.

I’d never live this down. My cheeks flamed, and I was glad they didn’t know about Luca’s little trophy. Yet, I wasn’t truly embarrassed, rather I was filled with excitement that I’d finally agreed to be with Luca and everyone knew.

Marcie took in my flushed face and turned to Luca with a grin. “About time you got your leg over!” she cried.

“He didn’t!” I claimed indignantly, enthusing my voice with all the primness I could. Luca’s face fell. Did he expect me to deny us to our friends? Did he think I would go back on our agreement?

My lips twitched. “Not yet anyway. But he promised me a night of no holds barred sex, so let’s go home,” I said with a wicked grin as I met the eyes of everyone there before turning to Luca. His eyes were wide with shock, but he quickly got over it and grinned, tugging me into a tight embrace and planting a big smacker on my lips.

“Damn right I did,” he smirked and grabbed my hand, holding it tightly all the way back to the Estate.

My heart soared. There was no way this man was letting go of me, and I was more than happy with that. As we drove the distance back to the Estate, we smooched in the back of one of the SUVs.

There was a convoy of them. Everyone else had bundled themselves into the others, leaving us alone in ours. Except for Vlad. He drove, but after we started making out like horny teenagers, he quickly closed the partition, hiding us from view.

My hand lowered to Luca’s crotch, and I rubbed the bulge there, rewarded by a deep, pained groan. His cock was so hard, it had to hurt.

Licking my lips, I started to pull down his zip.

“No, babe. Not yet.”

“But you’re in need, honey,” I protested.

“I can wait, babe. I have plans for us when we get back to the Estate. So many plans,” he told me, gently moving my hand away. His words sent a gush of wetness to my pussy and I squirmed.

God, hurry up! my inner voice screamed. We needed to get home soon, or I was going to explode.