Chapter 6: Carol's POV

I kept thinking about what Luca said. And the way he looked at me. I didn’t know how to feel. I couldn’t ignore the fact that he was Antonio’s son. 

But I also couldn’t forget the way he touched me at the bar. The way he made me feel.

I didn’t know what was worse, being locked in this place or how confused I felt inside.

There was a knock on the door, and I sat up slowly, telling whoever it was to come in. 

The maid came in, carrying the breakfast tray. She didn’t speak much. Just placed the food on the small table and gave me a small nod.

Her eyes looked worried, like she wanted to say something but was scared.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

She looked at the door briefly, then brought her eyes back at me.

“Be careful,” She said softly, turning to leave and locking the door behind her.

I looked at the food but didn’t touch it, since I wasn’t hungry. I just sat by the window, watching the rain.

Hours passed. The light outside started to dim. Yet, I stayed in the same spot. Soon enough, the door opened again. 

This time it was Luca.

He stepped in slowly, his dark eyes on me. He looked calm, but his jaw was tight. He closed the door behind him and leaned on it.

He looked around, his eyes coming to rest on the untouched tray of food from earlier, “You didn’t eat,”

But I didn’t answer.

He walked closer, slow steps, like he didn’t want to scare me. I stayed where I was, sitting with my arms wrapped around my knees.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

I finally turned to look at him fully. “Do I look okay?”

He sat on the couch across from me, his dark eyes never leaving mine. “No,”

The room went quiet again. The only sound was the rain hitting the window softly.

Finally, I broke the silence, “You keep coming here,”

“Because I want to.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“Maybe not,” he sighed. “But I can’t stay away.” His voice was low, soothing. But something in it made my skin warm.

I sighed and looked away, “I don’t know if I trust you,”

“I know.”

“I still feel used.”

“I didn’t mean to use you,” he moved to shift closer. “That night… I wasn’t trying to trick you. I didn’t know who you were at first.”

I looked down at my hands. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

He stood up, and walked towards me. I didn’t move, nor did I recoil. He sat next to me on the bed, close enough that I could feel his warmth. But he didn’t touch me. He just searched my eyes. 

“You’re shaking,” he said quietly.

I didn’t realize I was. But I was.

He reached out, and touched my hand. It was soft, gentle, putting me at ease. 

I didn’t pull away. “I don’t want to be scared anymore,” I whispered.

“You don’t have to be,” His hand moved slowly up my arm. Then down again. His touch was light. Careful. Like he was afraid I’d break.

I looked up at him. His eyes were already on me.

Something passed between us. I felt it, and I knew he felt it too.

He leaned in slowly, and I didn’t stop him. His lips brushed against mine, soft and slow.

The kiss was warm and safe. It made my whole body feel hot. I kissed him back. His hand cupped my face, his thumb brushed my cheek.

I moaned softly against his mouth. My hands grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer.

He deepened the kiss. His lips pressed harder. His tongue slid into my mouth. I opened for him, our tongues moving slowly, tasting each other.

I felt my body melt into him.

He pulled me into his lap, and I straddled him, my knees on both sides of his legs. I could feel how hard he was through his pants. I rubbed against him and heard him growl softly into my mouth.

His hands moved down to my waist, gripping me tighter.

“You feel so good,” he whispered against my lips.

I whimpered, grinding my hips on him. I was already wet.

He pulled back, breathing hard. “Lay down for me.”

I nodded my head, then laid back on the bed, my chest rising fast, my body hot all over.

He kissed my neck, slow and deep. He licked down to my collarbone, biting gently. I gasped, my back arching. His hands slid under my shirt. 

I raised my arms, and he pulled it off me. He kissed down my chest, between my breasts. Then he unhooked my bra and tossed it aside.

His mouth closed over my nipple, sucking slowly.

“Luca…” I moaned, my hands in his hair.

He sucked harder, then moved to the other side, giving it the same attention.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.

He kissed down my stomach, slow and soft, like he was tasting every inch of me.

When he reached the edge of my panties, he paused and looked up at me.

“Can I taste you?” he asked.

My legs trembled. My body was begging for it.

“Yes,” I breathed.

He pulled my panties down slowly, dragging them down my legs. His eyes never left my face. He spread my legs apart gently.

“You’re so wet already,” he whispered. “Just for me.”

He leaned in and kissed the inside of my thigh, then the other. His tongue licked slowly up my skin, getting closer to where I needed him most.

I whimpered, my hips lifting off the bed.

“Please,” I begged.

He smiled a little, then finally licked my slit.

I cried out, grabbing the sheets. His tongue moved slowly up and down. He licked me gently, teasing me, before circling my clit with his tongue. I gasped, my whole body shaking.

He sucked my clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it again and again.

“Oh my Goodness,” I moaned, my hands clutching his hair.

He groaned against me. The sound made my skin burn.

His fingers slid into me at the same time. One, then two. He moved them slowly, curling them inside me while his tongue worked my clit.

I couldn’t breathe. He ate me like he was starving. Like I was the only thing he wanted in the world.

My hips bucked. I cried out again. My orgasm was building fast.

“Luca, oh fuck. Go harder, do not stop!”

He licked faster, sucked harder.

His fingers thrust deep, curling just right.

I was going to explode. I came hard, screaming his name, my thighs clenching around his head.

My body shook. My chest rose and fell fast but he didn’t stop. He kept licking, slower now, letting me ride it out.

When I finally opened my eyes, he was looking up at me. His lips and chin were wet.

“You taste so good, even better than I remember”

I was breathless. Weak. But still burning inside.

He crawled up the bed, kissed me again, letting me taste myself on his tongue.

I moaned into his mouth. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. I didn’t know what this meant. I didn’t know what would happen tomorrow.

But right now, I didn’t care because for once, I felt wanted and I didn’t want to let go.