Prologue 0.3

I go to pick it up. “Luca …”

But he grabs my arm, stopping me from bending down. “An hour.” He answers my previous question and cups my face with his warm hand. My breath starts to quicken. The feeling in my chest has my thighs tightening.

No! I will not allow him to do this to me.

“I knew you had tutoring, so I came straight here to see you.”

As I look over his freshly shaven face, I know he’s showered recently. I can still smell the lingering citrus of his bodywash on his flawless skin. The guy is too gorgeous to be real. It’s truly unfair. He has his father’s jet black hair. Normally, he wears it spiked and shorter on the sides, but right now, he has it combed back. And he has dark eyes, but not as dark as his father’s or his brother’s. They’re framed with long dark lashes. A chiseled jaw. Dressed in a black fitted T-shirt and dark jeans, he looks utterly delicious.

His late grandfather is from Italy, but his father was born in New York and lived there until he moved to Vegas when he was fourteen. Where Mr. Bianchi met Luca’s mother. Her father owned a very large concrete company, and concrete is useful when you have bodies that can be hidden under the new foundations being poured daily. No one has ever come out and told me, but I connected the dots. His father wanted access to the properties to hide evidence and bodies, and he got it when he married Luca’s mother. I’ve done my research on the Mafia; they marry for power. In some cases, that even means marrying blood relatives. But his father moved back to New York when Luca was ten, leaving Luca and his brothers here. He knew they would do his bidding in Vegas while he was able to control New York. He was able to cover more ground that way. All part of his plan to take over the world.

He wraps his free hand around my waist and pulls me to him. I don’t pull away. Fuck, I’m just as bad as Emilee.

Dick whipped.

Good dick will make a girl stupid. I should become a lesbian.

“I have to go,” I tell him but make no move to pull away.

“Cancel,” he whispers, his lips inches from mine. My heart begins to beat faster, knowing he wants to spend time with me.

You stupid bitch. “I can’t …”

“Yes, you can,” His head dips to my neck, and he kisses the tender spot behind my ear. My head falls back, and I moan but cut it off in case any classmates are lingering. “I’ve missed you.” He licks up my neck to the shell of my ear. “I thought about you the entire time I was gone.” His voice drops to a growl, and I feel his hard cock against my lower stomach when he rubs his hips against me.

“Lie …” I breathe but so badly wish it was the truth.

His hand travels up my back and fists my hair. I wore it down today in hopes that I would see him. “I pulled up that naughty picture I took of you last week.” Oh, shit. “The one where you’re lying on my bed naked with your hand between your legs. I stroked my cock thinking of you.”

“Luca.” I pant. Please don’t stop.“I pictured you on your knees while I fucked your mouth …”

I whimper. That’s his favorite. He loves it when I give him head. He says I’m the best, but I call bullshit. It’s not that hard to open your mouth and let a guy fuck it. It doesn’t take any actual talent. But then again, I’ve never had a dick, so I guess not all girls suck the same. I did have a friend who couldn’t lick a lollipop more than five times before she would just bite it to pieces. I wonder if that’s how she gives head?

His free hand slides up my side to my chest. Dipping into my crimson V-neck shirt, he squeezes my breasts over my bra. I want him to rip the constricting fabric off. “And I imagined you on your hands and knees while I fucked that pretty little cunt from behind.”

My hands grip his black fitted T-shirt. My thighs tighten when he talks to me that way. He has a filthy mouth in and out of the bedroom. It’s one thing I’ve always liked about him. I’m not as prissy and uptight as the kids at this college think.

His mouth is on mine. My back is pressed into the rock wall. Nightfall covers us in darkness. I don’t care. All I can think about is him. All I can feel is him. And all I want is him.

“Please, Luca?” I pull away, panting.

His hands trail down my shirt and over to my ribs. They burn like my insides. My entire body is on fire. “You sure you’re ready?” he asks as his lips kiss my neck.

“Yes.” My hands grip his shirt, yanking him closer to me. I can’t get him close enough.

He reaches for the hem of my shirt and rips it over my head. I almost cry as the hot air hits my bare skin. I don’t have a bra on, and my nipples ache as they rub against the fabric of his shirt.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted you for so long …” He trails off, and then I feel his lips on my nipples.

I gasp and dig my hands into his hair. Thrusting my head back, I bang my head on the rock and close my eyes. His hands go to my jean shorts, and I help him shove them along with my underwear down my legs.

His hands go to my naked thighs, and my legs shake. “Nervous, baby?”

I can hear the amusement in his question. I’m a virgin, and I’m very aware that he isn’t. I could kill that bitch Lucy Bellinger for fucking him. She took what I wanted. He never really dated her, but they hooked up. Over and over again. Her dad is friends with his, and they’re always over at his house, so it was bound to happen. Typical story—he used her, and she fell for him. But that was two years ago. She moved away, and somehow, he noticed me. We’ve been seeing each other for a month now, and although that’s not much time, I’ve known him all my life. I’ve wanted him for years. Now is my chance, and I’m not going to let it go.

“No,” I growl and undo his jeans.

“I’m going to fuck you right here,” he warns me. As if I should be scared.

“Yes.” I’m not.

He finds my hands and shoves them above my head, pinning them to the rock in one of his. I whimper, pushing my hips into his.

His free hand reaches between our bodies and moves between my legs. He cups my pussy before sliding a finger into me.

“Luca …” I gasp his name, the sensation making heat run up my spine.

“Fuck, you’re wet, Haven,” he growls, lowering his head to my neck. “And so fucking tight. Your pussy is going to feel so good.”

I pump my hips, not really knowing what I’m doing but needing more. “Please?” I beg.

He removes his finger, and then I feel the head of his cock rub against me. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he pushes into me.

I scream out into the dark night as he stretches me, and a burning sensation rips through me.

He slaps his now free hand over my mouth, pressing my body into the rock wall. It’s the only thing that shields us from my parents’ house. My hands fight with his to release me, but he holds them prisoner above my head.

“Shh,” he whispers, his hot breath hitting my face. The moon shines down on us, making his dark eyes shine. They bore into mine intently, hungrily, causing my pussy to tighten. “You wanted it. Now take it.”

I willingly gave him my virginity. Our first time wasn’t slow and sweet because that’s not him. It’s not me. I like when he hurts me. When he chokes me. Or when he rips my shirt, throws me on the bed, and fucks me until I can’t walk. He takes great pleasure in making my body weak.

My pussy clenches at the thought, knowing how rough he’ll be since it’s been a few days. He’s always the most barbaric after he comes back from a job with his father. I used to try to get him to tell me what he did, but he never discloses that information, so I gave up asking.

“I imagined your nails scraping down my back. Your heels digging into my ass. Speaking of ass …” His hand cups it and lifts me off my feet.

I shriek in surprise as he slams my back into the wall next to the window that overlooks the courtyard. I wrap my legs around his narrow hips and hook my heels together. Then his lips are on mine. His tongue forces its way into my mouth, and I welcome it. My hips grind into his, and my hands go to his dark, luscious hair, gripping and pulling. He growls into my mouth before pulling away quickly, leaving my lips feeling swollen and bruised. My underwear instantly soaked.

His dark eyes look down into mine, and he licks his wet lips. “Cancel,” he repeats, now panting. “Tell me I can spend the rest of the day drowning in that pussy of yours.”