Chapter 54

LUCA

I woke up the following morning with a hard-on from hell. Gritting my teeth, I stepped into the shower, releasing a moan when the warm spray

hit my overly sensitive cock. This woman made me feel like a fucking eighteen-year-old kid who couldn’t control himself around a pretty girl.

With a muttered curse, I grabbed the shampoo and dumped some on my head, working it through my short hair, scrubbing my scalp so hard it was a wonder there was any hair left when I was finished. Closing my eyes, I stuck my head under the spray to rinse.

Big fucking mistake.

All I saw behind my closed lids were Veda's bare breasts, soapy water dripping from the tips of her extended nipples. Her full, rounded ass across my lap, the smooth skin pink from my palm. Veda staring up at me with fire and ice in her eyes, defying me. Challenging me. Pushing me away.

Even though I'd only kept her in my bed that first night, I'd missed her these past weeks. It didn't make any fucking sense, but there it was. The smell of my shampoo reminded me of my face buried in her thick, wavy, blonde hair as she slept, tucked perfectly into my body like she was made to be there. Every time I worked out, our fight flashed through my mind. Followed by my own guilt for what I'd done. This…obsession…was shit I'd never felt before. Not even with Maria. Of course, Maria had never spit foul words at me. And she'd never raised a hand to me. Not that she hadn't wanted to, but she'd known better than to push me.

Veda didn't give a fucking damn.

Thinking about the way her eyes snapped at me in anger sent a fresh wave of blood rushing to my cock. I went to grab the soap and sucked air in through my teeth as the spray of water hit me again. "Fuuuck..."

My hand went to my sex, and I gripped the engorged length in my fist, sliding to the head and squeezing. Chills shot up my spine as I slid back down to the base, tightening my grip as I tried to gain some type of control. Closing my eyes again, I imagined Veda on her knees in front of me, her gorgeous lips wrapped around my swollen cock, doing what my hand was doing, and had to lock my knees to keep from falling to the shower floor.

Giving up the fight, I braced one arm against the wall and dropped my head, my hips thrusting my cock in and out of my fist, imagining it was Veda's mouth. My balls began to feel heavy, the base of my cock tensing, preparing, as I fucked my own hand. And then it was there...

Turning my head, I bit into the muscle of my shoulder to muffle my shout as I came, my orgasm shooting through me fast and hard, my cock pulsing as cum ran down my hand and got washed away in the hot water.

I stayed how I was for a long time, breathing heavy through my mouth and waiting for my heartbeat to slow. When I felt like I could move again, I grabbed the soap and methodically finished washing and shaving, my mind empty of everything but the woman who was causing so much distraction in my life. I couldn't even take a shower without jacking off since the day I'd brought her here.

Shutting off the water, I grabbed my towel, drying myself with short, rough strokes.

I was going to kill her when this was all over. In front of Mario. I was going to make her hurt, with words and blood, and then I was going to shoot her in the head right in front of him. And I could not let the needs of my fucking dick get in the way of that. It was what my brother deserved. It was the way our family worked. An eye for an eye. Then it would be up to our father to decide what to do with him after that.

But dammit. I didn't want to.

Wrapping the towel around my waist, I went over to the sink and brushed my teeth, trying to get my head on straight. I couldn't afford to be soft about this. That's what had gotten me where I was to begin with. Veda was not for me. She was a pawn in my game. Nothing more. I spit into the sink and rinsed my toothbrush, then stared at myself in the mirror.

That didn't mean I couldn't fuck her while I had her.

For a second, I cursed Nicole. If she hadn't been so fucking stupid, it would be her here and not her sister. Then maybe, someday, I would've found Veda in a different place. A different time. And she never would've seen this side of the man I am.

I scrubbed my face with my hands, then gave my head a shake before finger combing my hair back from my forehead, narrowing my eyes at the everencroaching gray strands that seemed to multiply by the day. Walking into my room, I glanced at the bed, rumpled from my restless night.

And empty.

Today was Thursday. I needed to have Veda under control by Saturday. There was a birthday party, and we were going. Well, Nicole and I were going. People were going to be there. People who would make sure word got back to Mario that his fiancée was now with me. I smiled at the thought. I couldn’t wait to see the shock on his face when he saw the woman he thought was dead was alive and well and thoroughly fucked by me.

I had no doubt my brother was behind Nicole’s “overdose.” And as Veda had never met him, I hoped he didn’t know about her either. The sisters didn’t seem to talk about each other much. There wasn’t a photo to be found of Nicole with Veda beside her. At least none that Tristan had found. Only a few of her following behind the actress with her head down and her face turned away from the cameras. According to the press, Veda was no one, no better than a servant, and therefore not worth the effort to find out who she was.

All of this would work in my favor when the time came to confront Mario.

Pulling a random pair of black slacks and a white button-down out of my closet, I got dressed, opting for my more comfortable dress shoes, since I'd be taking Veda shopping today. But first, I had a few calls to make and other things to take care of.

Enzo was waiting for me in my office.

"Veda?" I asked as soon as I saw him. Not because I was concerned. I just wanted to gauge her mood.

"She's in the gym," he told me. "Tristan is keeping an eye on her."

I stopped behind my desk, looking at him in surprise before I sat down. "Well, at least she's out of her room."

"Maybe she's gettin’ in shape to kick your ass."