The Fall (House of Sin Book 2)

by Elisabeth Naughton

  She immediately twined both arms around my shoulders and found her footing. My hands slid down her damp skin and squeezed her ass. She groaned into my mouth and kissed me harder. Desperate to get inside her, I lifted her from the tub. She slid her sexy legs around my waist and stroked my tongue with hers as I carried her to the bed.

  “Luc…” Her hands grappled with the buttons on my shirt. “I need you.”

  I groaned because I needed her too. Right fucking now.

  I dropped her to her feet and let her pull my damp shirt free of my arms and over my head. As soon as it hit the floor, she stepped into me and claimed my mouth again, her wicked tongue flicking against mine as her hands streaked to the waistband of my jeans and freed the snap.

  I kissed her deeper and pinched her nipples. She grunted and pushed my jeans down just enough to free my aching cock. Then one naughty hand closed around my length and stroked until I thought I would explode.

  “Cazzo.” I couldn’t wait. I let go of her nipples, grabbed the condom from my pocket, and grasped her by the shoulders as I twisted and fell backward onto the bed. She landed on top of me with a grunt but quickly recovered. Snatching the condom from my hand, she drew back from my mouth long enough to tear the wrapper open with her teeth, then quickly sheathed me and straddled my hips.

  I held her at the waist, fighting the urge to shove in deep as she positioned me at the entrance to her steamy pussy. Her hands landed against my shoulders, and when she looked down at me, her face flushed with lust, her eyes glazed with hunger, I knew it was all only for me.

  “I want it slow, Natalie.”

  She shook her head and pressed down with her hips, trying to take me in hard and deep. “Fuck me fast, Luc.”

  I captured her hands at the wrists and shoved them behind her back. The movement caused her to drop onto my cock until I was buried deep inside her, and she gasped as I filled her, so overcome by the feeling of my cock stretching her, she couldn’t fight me.

  Holding both wrists in one of mine, I sat up and grasped her jaw with my other hand. Then I slowly rocked into her, showing her I was in control even when she was on top.

  “I said I want it slow, angioletto. So slow you can feel me devouring your soul.” I pressed my lips to hers, then let go of her jaw and feathered a string of kisses along her cheek, to her ear, and down her throat.

  She groaned, and I felt her muscles relax, felt her head fall back. Felt her whole body surrender to me.

  “Oh yes.” I rocked into her again. Deeper this time. “Feel me take over your body. Feel me give you everything you need.” I pushed the first and second finger of my other hand into her mouth. “Get my fingers good and wet.” She sucked my fingers as I held her wrists pinned at her back and flexed my hips, pressing deep inside her again. “Lick them.”

  When my fingers were coated in her saliva, I drew them free and moved my hand around her back. My fingers slipped between her soft, plump cheeks.

  “You belong to me, Natalie,” I breathed against her neck. “Say it.” I nipped at her throat and licked the spot as my middle finger slid lower until the slick pad rested against the crinkled skin of her anus. “Say you belong to me.”

  “Oh my God, Luc…”

  Her sheath grew wetter and tighter around my cock. With her hands pinned behind her back, she was powerless to do anything but flex her hips into mine. I found another spot on her neck to nip and lick and suck, then I applied a tiny bit of pressure to that sensitive bundle of nerves.

  The tip of my finger pushed past her resistance and sank in to the first knuckle. Every muscle in her body tensed, and around my cock, I felt her absolutely gush.

  “Oh…fuck,” she cried.

  I pumped slow with my finger, careful not to give her too much, but the double sensation made her wild. She moaned and kissed me, rocking harder and faster over my cock.

  Lust consumed me as I heard and felt hers rise. My plan to take her slowly, shattered into a million pieces.

  Letting go of her wrists, I wrapped my arm around her waist and drew my cock back, then thrust inside her, striking her G-spot. Her hands landed on my shoulders, her nails dug into my flesh as she lifted and lowered, riding me fast. My finger sank farther in her ass, to the second knuckle, and her groan deepened and lengthened.

  I drove into her harder. Pumped my finger faster. A keening sound rose in her throat, telling me she was getting close.

  I wanted to give her an orgasm like she’d never had before, but my own climax was rushing in fast. I grunted as her sweet, hot pussy milked my aching cock, knowing I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

  “Dio,” I groaned against her lips. “Do it. Come all around me. Take me with you when you go.”

  “Oh, Luc. Oh fuck… Yes, yes, yes. Don’t stop. Right there. Right fucking there…”

  My balls drew up tight. All it took was the throaty sound of her voice massaging my name and begging me to take her to paradise.

  Electricity streaked down my spine and swelled in my balls. I let go of her waist and grasped the back of her head, pulling her mouth to mine so I could swallow her scream. And when it happened, when her climax consumed her, pulsing around my cock and my finger at the same time, my own orgasm exploded in a wave of heat and light and energy that devoured me from the inside out until the only thing left was us, wrapped together and unbreakable.

  At some point, I must have fallen back on the bed, because when I opened my eyes, I realized I was staring up at the ceiling with Natalie’s naked body draped over mine.

  “Holy hell,” she breathed against my chest. “What did you just do to me?”

  I smiled and slid my hand from between her cheeks to rest against the sweaty skin of her lower back. “I owned every part of you.”

  “I didn’t think I’d like that.”

  I’d known she would. I knew she’d love even more, and I couldn’t wait to give it to her. But it wouldn’t be tonight.

  Reality settled in like a cold wind. I didn’t know what time it was, but morning would be on us soon, and with it, everything I was trying to keep her safe from.

  “You left your balcony door open and unlocked. I told you to lock it.”

  “I was hot. There’s no air-conditioning in this room.”

  She snuggled into me, resting one hand on my chest near her face. And man, I liked that. Liked the feel of her so damn much. Wanted only to fall asleep right here with her curled over me but knew I couldn’t.

  “If you don’t listen to me, Natalie, there will have to be consequences.”

  Her lips curled against my chest. “Like the consequence you just gave me?”

  Holy fuck. I loved how responsive this woman was to my touch. I loved how orgasmic she was. I loved that she let me do every dirty, naughty thing I wanted to her and that she enjoyed each and every one.

  And I couldn’t wait to show her other, darker ways to come.

  But not tonight.

  “I’m not playing here.”

  She pushed up on one hand and looked down at me. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen from my mouth, her eyes sated and glazed with lingering pleasure. And there was absolutely no fear in her sweet blue eyes.

  She pursed her lips, fighting back a grin. “So serious. Tell me again how you’re not playing with me.”

  Something light and warm and full swelled inside my chest, tugging my lips into a smile, one I couldn’t contain. Lust resurged inside me, taking control of my body the way I’d just taken control of hers.

  Before I could stop myself, I flipped her to her back and sank my teeth into her throat. Then I rocked my already hardening cock into her, knowing I didn’t have time for another round, knowing I needed to get a second condom on before I took her again, knowing this woman was changing everything for me. And damn, I didn’t want to stop her.

  “Cazzo, you are a naughty little thing.”

  She wrapped her legs around my waist and grasped my face in her hands. “Then teach me a lesson. Right n
ow. I want you.” She pressed her lips to mine. “I miss you. Stay with me the rest of the night and I’ll give you anything you want.”

  I groaned, unable to resist her, and sank into her kiss.

  I was lost in this woman. Lost and completely entranced by the light in her soul washing over all my darkness. So lost, I hoped I was never found.

  So lost, something inside me feared if I wasn’t careful, I might not see the shadows lurking in that darkness, waiting to steal her away.

  9

  Natalie

  Luc slid out of my bed just before dawn. I tried to keep him with me, but I was so tired from his delicious body consuming mine in the night that I couldn’t make my muscles work to tug him back.

  He pressed a kiss to my forehead, one that sent a shiver down my sleepy spine, then left the way he’d come in—out the balcony of my second-floor room. But not before lecturing me sternly about keeping my doors and windows locked so no one else could get in.

  I’d rolled my eyes and sent him a mock Yes, sir as I snuggled into my pillow and drifted to sleep. But in the light of day, I wasn’t sure what he thought was going to happen to me.

  His family seemed nice enough. I’d laughed and chatted with his sister and mother all through our breakfast of cappuccinos and pastries. Dante’s girlfriend was quiet and a little odd, but Luc’s youngest brother had teased me with stories of Luc as a defiant teenager, sneaking out at night and getting into all kinds of trouble. Even Luc’s father—whom I could clearly tell was domineering in many of the same ways as Luc—had warmed up to me, talking to me about New York through breakfast.

  I’d seen no threat of the right-wing fanatics who’d surrounded us in Rome. I’d felt no threat from any of Luc’s family members. The only person who seemed guarded or on edge was Luc.

  I’d wanted to ask him what was really going on last night, but he’d barely given me a chance to breathe let alone speak. When he’d come to my room, I’d felt his hunger for me in a thousand different ways, with a desperation I hadn’t picked up from him before. It was more than worry for my safety. It was almost as if by my being here, he was afraid I wouldn’t want him anymore.

  One corner of my lips tipped up as I followed Luc’s father through the olive grove late in the day. How could he think I wouldn’t want him?

  I was absolutely crazy about this man. So crazy I’d pushed my backside against his groin when we’d stood at the end of the group during the tour of the vineyard. So crazy I’d feigned interest in wine barrels and pulled him away from sampling Salvatici wine in the winery so I could kiss him until I was light-headed. So crazy, in fact, that after everyone had left the wine cellar, I’d tugged him back and teased him with my hands and lips in that dark, cold space until I was wet and achy and so horny, I could barely stand upright. Even now, walking beside him in the trees, bombarded by his heat and intoxicating scent that called out to the most feminine places inside me, I was eager to touch him, desperate to kiss him, and frantic to give myself to him in any and every way he desired.

  Not want him? Not even possible. I was obsessed with this man. Obsessed and completely head over heels in love with every single part of him he thought was unlovable.

  Wine and appetizers and more people than I could count waited for us in the courtyard when we returned to the villa. Tables were set up under string lights, and a three-piece band played festive Italian music in the corner as day turned to dusk.

  I noticed the way Luc immediately tensed at the size of the crowd, but he covered it quickly, smiling and accepting hugs from the older women and handshakes from the men. Two men in particular seemed to agitate him more than the others—one who was roughly the same age and size as Luc’s father, and another much younger man with long dark hair pulled into a man bun and black eyes that watched everything.

  My assessment of the two men was interrupted when Luc brought me a glass of Chianti and steered me away from them by the elbow. For the next hour, he introduced me to his many aunts and uncles and cousins…so many, I couldn’t remember their names. All were eager to celebrate Luc’s return. All were eager to meet me, his assistant. And every single one grinned knowingly when they figured out I was more.

  For my part, I sipped my wine and smiled when anyone looked my way. But because most of the conversations were in Italian, I was fairly clueless. I searched for the two men who’d bothered Luc earlier, but they seemed to have already left. So I decided to watch Luc.

  I watched the hypnotic way his luscious lips moved when he spoke. I focused on the tan skin near his eyes that crinkled when he smiled. I found myself mesmerized by his large hands as he waved them in the air, and I remembered each and every erotic way he’d touched me today on our tour when no one was looking.

  And every time I caught a glimpse of his toned ass in those faded jeans or he moved his muscular arms and shoulders in the thin black T-shirt, I remembered how easily he’d picked me up last night. How he’d taken me to that big bed. How he’d clamped my wrists together at my back and pleasured me so sinfully, I felt as if all the places inside me that I kept carefully guarded were opening up, exposing me to him, freeing something inside me I hadn’t known was trapped.

  Was I rushing into something crazy with him? Was I being reckless?

  Maybe. But I didn’t care. I wanted more. I wanted him. As I watched him several feet away from me, talking with an elderly couple, my sex absolutely throbbed with the need to feel him inside me now. Right now. Right in the middle of this party.

  I tossed back the last of my wine and set my glass on the nearest table. His gaze drifted to mine as if he felt my eyes on him. Licking my lips, I glanced toward an archway in one of the three buildings that bordered the courtyard and which he’d told me earlier led to the villa’s wine cellar. Then I glanced back at him and waggled my brow.

  He caught the invitation. I saw it in the way his eyes darkened and filled with heat, and in the way his jaw turned to steel beneath his sexy scruff.

  Power rushed through my veins—power and exhilaration.

  Smiling at the women around me, I politely excused myself from the group and headed toward the archway. My breasts grew heavy and my nipples tight beneath the floral pink sundress I wore. I’d never been this wild before. I’d never been this wet either. I could literally feel my sex weeping for his touch as I passed under the arch and turned to the left, following the dimly lit corridor that led to the bottom level of the villa.

  Footsteps sounded behind me in the cool space. My pulse ticked up, and excitement stirred in my veins. The light faded as I rounded a second corner and stopped. Confident we’d be out of sight of anyone who ventured this way, I pressed my back against the cool bricks and waited.

  It was dark down here. So dark, I could barely see. But the loss of my eyesight only heightened my desire. It smelled of mildew and wine. And Luc’s tantalizing scent of jasmine and musk and rum as he drew close.

  My fingers shook against the cool bricks. My breaths grew quicker. Every inch of my body prickled in anticipation of his hot, wicked, commanding touch.

  “I thought I told you not to go anywhere alone.” His voice was like sandpaper and velvet all at the same time, sliding over my skin, seeping into my pores, infusing me with white-hot lust.

  “I’m not alone. You’re here now.”

  “Yes, I am,” he said in a clearly annoyed voice. “And what if I hadn’t followed you?”

  His heat washed over me, telling me he was close…so incredibly close. I sucked in a deep whiff of his intoxicating scent and trembled. “But you did.”

  My stomach caved in as I waited for him to kiss me, as I held my breath in anticipation of his touch.

  Long seconds passed with only the sound of my racing pulse echoing in my ear. Just when I was ready to scream and grab him, I felt his lips brush my earlobe.

  “This used to be the dungeon.” His hot breath sent a shiver down my spine, one that supercharged my desire. “There are still rings embedded high on the w
alls where prisoners used to be chained and punished. Is that why you lured me down here, angioletto? Because you’re a bad girl who needs to be punished?”

  Oh my…yes.

  My eyes slid closed, and my whole body melted. I was so gone over this man. So completely gone, I didn’t even care that there was a party going on only yards from us.

  Pushing away from the wall, I stepped into all his sinfully delicious heat. My hands instantly landed against his rock-hard abs, and my lips and nose brushed his delectable throat.

  “Yes.” I nipped at his succulent skin, then licked the spot until he groaned. “I want your hands on me. I can’t stand it anymore. I have to feel you inside me. However you want. I need you right now.”

  A growl rumbled in his chest, right beneath my fingertips, and then his mouth was on mine, claiming me in a searing kiss I felt everywhere.

  He pushed me back against the cold wall and took control of the kiss, of my body, of my heart and soul and mind, and I was eager to give it all up to him.

  His hands found the skirt of my dress and tugged it up. Cool air washed over my thighs and steamy sex. He slid one hand down my ass and around between my legs, then groaned when he realized I’d ditched my panties and was commando beneath my dress.

  “Ah, angioletto.” He drew back from my swollen lips and breathed hot over my mouth. “You do need to be punished.” His big hand cupped my backside, and he pressed two thick fingers deep into my sex.

  “Oh yes…” Pleasure streaked through me. Tightening against his touch, I slid my hands up his strong shoulders and twined my fingers together at his nape for support.

  “I didn’t tell you to take off your panties.” He drew his fingers out, then thrust in again. At my front, he rocked the hard bulge of his erection against my quivering clit. “Maybe instead of chaining you to the wall, I’ll just edge you.”

  I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation of his fingers sliding in and out. I was so turned on, I knew I could come in a matter of seconds.