I’ll Burn Anyone (The Challenge Night Series Book 2)

by K. L Mann

  I got a better use for that mouth.

  Jesus, I need a cold shower.

  “Shut up,” I groan and take another sip from my glass. “You’re so full of yourself, you know that?” Getting up, I have to walk around the counter toward him to put my dishes in the sink so I can leave this situation before he gets even more under my skin.

  “Am I?” he perches a brow in my direction, continuing his smug smile. “Do I need to remind you that you kissed me last night? You know, as in you pressed your body into me, slammed those plump little lips against mine and fucking whimpered into my mouth.” I did not whimper! I would protest, but he cuts me off, continuing to taunt me. “Oh, and there was the bit about fucking me too, about me bending you over this very counter I believe. Some people would interpret that as attraction. I bet you even wish he called your bluff, princess.” He moves closer to me, making it hard for me to breathe in his space. Luca suddenly smells like fucking desert and I want to eat him up, every cocky, muscular inch of him.

  “I was just pissing off Gio,” I mumble, unable to take my eyes away from him. The piercing deep blue color is hypnotizing me unlike it ever has. The kitchen suddenly feels like the surface of the sun. My body shivers at the thought that he’ll know he’s making me hot.

  Time to run, so why can’t I move?

  “Sure you were.” I can taste his breath on my skin when he talks. Neither of us back away. The tension in the air is eating at me.

  I shouldn’t feel this way, I don’t like Luca. He's always been mean to me. Yes, he’s not actually ugly, he’s borderline Adonis-like. I just say that he’s not attractive because I don’t like him. But why is my skin boiling right now?

  “He was being an ass,” I argue, hoping to drive my point further home. I was originally just pissing off Gio, yes. Now I’m admitting to myself that I liked the kiss, even though I’ll never admit it to him, even if I want more.

  We’re so close we’re nearly touching.

  “You were making out with some kid at his club. You thought he’d be nice to you after that?”

  “He said he’d kill anyone that puts their dick in me. I kissed you, so he’d see that he can’t always win. You were a ploy, Luca, nothing more,” I lie through my teeth, feeling bold enough to move my face closer to his and whisper. “I can do whatever, or whoever I want, better get used to it, jerk.”

  He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head to the side, exposing my ear. I give into his pull so it doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t hurt, but it ignites flames in my stomach that will never go out.

  “You should watch what you say,” he warns, his breath warming the skin on my nape. Chills vibrate down my skin softly as I fight the urge to moan or through myself at him.

  Instead, I latch onto my spite.

  “Or what?” I whisper back, licking my lips. His hand leaves my hair, letting me out of his grip slowly. Crossing my arms and narrowing my eyes. I scoff. “Exactly, all bark, no bite. You’re just like Gio. When things get too hot, you back off like scared little girls. You’re both pussys.”

  Luca glares at me and tightens his jaw just like Gio does at me. The similarity of the action makes me shiver. “You’re treading in dark waters, princess.”

  Our faces are still too close together, I could kiss him so easily. The temptation is outrageous. I can see that he wants to punish me, but he knows that he can’t. The thought of him spanking me for talking back or shoving his cock into my throat for mouthing off is only making my struggle to cool down harder.

  I’m sure it’s frustrating to have to take shit form a spoiled brat like me, but I couldn’t fucking care less about it. I’m not going to be walked all over anymore. Still, it’s infuriating how loyal they both are to Lorenzo and it’s even more infuriating that my own brother is the reason I can’t have any fun.

  For now, anyway.

  “Good thing I know how to swim, pussy.” My lips nearly hit his as I insult him one last time.

  His eyes darken, and just when I think I’ve won, just when I think he’s going to kiss me, his phone rings in his pocket. The ringing pulls me out of whatever trance I was in and my body slowly retreats away from him. He picks up the phone, watching me closely as he does. I’ve made him angry and this is my time to escape. I grab my stuff from the counter and leave the kitchen carefully as he watches my every move.

  I guess I’ll go hide in my room.

  Don’t poke bears. Papa always says never to disturb animals like I just did, but papa isn’t here, I am. This is my show now, even if I’m a little scared of the consequences. Maybe I like this kind of fear.

  Texting Katherine on my way upstairs helps me calm, making light of the tension I just experienced.

  Arianna: I called Luca a pussy, that’s probably going to bite me in the ass, isn’t it?

  Katherine: He might bite you in the ass. *Smiling Devil Emoji*

  Arianna: Gross, Luca is the worst.

  Katherine: Uh huh. There’s totally no tension between you two that could be… alleviated.

  Arianna: Gio wouldn’t forgive me for hooking up with Luca.

  Katherine: So you’ve thought about it then? *Smirk Emoji*

  Arianna: Once or twice, I'll admit it. Gio isn’t giving me an inch, and Luca is around. I don’t know, does that make me terrible? For sort of thinking about them both?

  Katherine: God no. It means you're normal. Who wouldn’t want them both?

  Arianna: Well neither of them want me, so I’m at a loss either way.

  Katherine: Neither of them want to cross the line. That doesn’t mean they don’t want you.

  Yeah, because of my brother. Ugh.

  Arianna: Tell Lorenzo I said *Middle Finger Emoji* for me.

  Katherine: Will do *Laughing Emoji*

  A text from Luca pops up on my screen.

  Luca: We’re leaving. Vito is around, call him if you need something.

  Arianna: K.

  Lorenzo’s home is huge and huge houses have many benefits. But they also have a serious downfall. When you’re alone in them, they feel even more empty than a small house would. The walls feel farther apart, the ceilings feel higher and everything is somehow colder.

  I find myself wishing Caterina were around, or even Vito. They’d play chess or chat with me to make the mansion feel homier. Wandering around isn’t really my thing, so I get bored easily. Mamma says I have an attention issue but I think it’s just my generation. Instant gratification, social media, constant need for entertainment; whatever the reason may be, I get sad when I’m alone.

  Katherine would be spending this time running 8 miles or some shit. She’s extremely good at occupying herself but I never have been good at being left alone. Swimming helps sometimes, which is why I decided to take a dip. Something about feeling weightless makes me comfortable, like somehow while floating I feel the most grounded.

  So now I’m swimming in my brother's overly extravagant indoor pool and floating around, tuning out the intrusive overwhelming thoughts. The pool in Lorenzo’s house is like a maze to find if you don’t know where to look, but I’ve been here enough times to find it easily. I had to borrow one of Katherine’s bikinis and double tie the top to make it tighter. It’s just a simple back two-piece but it’s silky smooth to the touch and fits pretty well.

  The water is heated and feels good surrounding me, like a full body hug or something. It’s quiet and sort of peaceful despite the small ache of isolation I feel.

  I like swimming because it’s a low stress way of working out. I hate working out, especially cardio. Katherine runs all of the time, like a fucking madwoman on crack. I don’t know how she does it. She drinks like a madwoman too. She goes to nearly every extreme there is. She’s a lot like Marco like that; always pushing the limits, breaking rules and damning consequences. I envy them sometimes, but pity them too. Something dark makes you that brave.

  All of the pent-up tension from last night and earlier today is building inside of me. I was hoping the swim
would cool me off a bit, but it’s not working. All I can think about is one of the men I’m stuck with giving in to me, taking me like I crave. For a long time, I convinced myself I was waiting for Gio. Waiting for him to finally give in and take over every part of me. It doesn’t feel like that now, it feels like I’m at war with him and I’m losing.

  Desperate sounds like the wrong word, but I’m losing patience. I’m almost twenty–one years old and I’ve never touched a man intimately. I want it so badly that it nags at me daily. I fuck myself every day with my hands while all I can picture is someone else making me orgasm. It’s usually Gio but I’m not ashamed to admit it’s been other people too. Luca, Johnny Depp, Skeet Ulrich, and even one of my professors from last year. I know I shouldn’t feel bad for thinking about other men, especially when I know he’s been with so many women. But sometimes I can’t help it, my inner loyalty to Gio is strong. There’s an unbreakable link between him and I, whether he admits it yet or not.

  I splash over to the shallow end and sit on the steps, keeping most of my body in the water. It feels good to sit down, but feeling my pussy against the stone stairs does something to me. I haven’t cooled down nearly enough since my run in with Luca and it’s all catching up to me.

  I need relief. White hot, dirty, forbidden relief.

  My body is tingling softly as I consider my options. I can’t shake off this buzzing lust without doing something about it. My head is spinning with images of Luca grabbing my hair again and my kiss with Gio in his car. My clit throbs against my bikini bottoms and beckons me to touch it, to rub it hard and fast until I can’t take it anymore.

  I’ve never touched myself in water before, or anywhere so open.

  They aren’t home, they won’t see you. Go ahead, slide your hand down your bikini bottoms and rub yourself. Slip the other in your top and tease your nipples. Go ahead, slut. You know you want to. You love coming, so make yourself do it, do it now.

  I give into the voice in my head that taunts me, looking around cautiously, then slipping my right hand into my bottoms. I can feel the difference between my slippery wetness and the water surrounding it. Electric ecstasy pools in my stomach and squirms through my veins as my fingers tease my sensitive nub. It feels so good. I need to close my eyes to bask in it; to imagine someone else is making me feel good.

  My hand knows exactly how my pussy likes it, rubbing distinct patterns into it. Little moans escape my mouth when I push harder into my sensitive skin. Through the darkness, an image paints itself in my head. It feels so fucking real, like a dream or a hallucination coming alive.

  Gio and Luca are touching me. Rubbing their hands all over my body and loving every moan I make in response. Their hands are rough, grabbing at my tits like a caveman might. Their mouths have my attention, beckoning to be kissed and nipped at.

  They’re both shirtless, glistening in the water of the pool. I want to lick every muscle on their thick, defined bodies, sucking off every bead of water until my mouth hurts. Biting my lip in my hallucination, I bite it in reality too.

  Pleasure is filling every inch of my body and I lift my bikini top up, exposing my nipples to the cooled air just above the water. I squeeze both of them, one at a time, attacking my clit with my other hand.

  “You like that don’t you? Such a good little whore.” Dream Luca taunts me sliding his fingers inside of me. The thickness is almost too much to bear in my thoughts. My hips buck against my own hand as I try to fill myself like he would.

  “God yes, fuck Luca,” my moans escape the dream world and come out of my real mouth. My fingers twirl around my clit, then sink back into my hole roughly, trying to punish it like he would. “Just like that shit, Luca.”

  You want him. The voice taunts me and I’m too far gone to fight its implication.

  I’m so fucking close to coming but suddenly it feels like someone is watching me. My eyes fly open and I nearly have a heart attack when I realize.

  Luca is standing by the pool room door, silently. My heart constricts in my chest, my body shivers into a gasp as I jump into action.

  “Jesus Christ!” My arms swing to my top, securing it back over my naked breasts. My clit pouts as I pull my hand off of it. “Have you been watching me? You pervert!” I yell, feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

  He doesn’t reply immediately. No, he looks me over, basking in my shame. His eyes dig into my skin from afar as he looks at me like I’m a meal and he hasn’t eaten in days. Luca appears ravenous, stark with hunger, hunger for me.

  Part of me is furious, but the part of me that’s begging to come is aroused completely. The part of me that hopes he is so tempted by watching me that he’ll do something about it. Do something about my deviance.

  His grin is malicious as he replies, “I should be the one upset in this little scenario, brat.”

  His words throw me for a loop as he winks at me playfully. It's like he’s implying I should know what he’s getting on about.

  “What the hell does that mean?” I hiss back.

  “Thinking about me while you touch yourself, treating me like a piece of meat in your mental spank bank. I’m hurt.” He grabs his heart and fakes pain sarcastically.

  “Oh shut up,” I scoff, feeling utterly exposed, but still hot with a conflicting lust.

  I want him to shame me more, I think. Anything that will keep him in the room.

  Anything to end the ache.

  “What were you picturing I was doing to you in your little fantasy land?” His voice melts through me, my toes curl at the sound.

  He’s flirting with me.

  Luca Caruso is flirting with me.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie.

  “Oh, I believe it went a little something like: God yes, fuck Luca,” he imitates my moans, making a groan crawl out of my throat in response. “So, what was I doing, princess? What was I doing to make you moan my name?”

  My body betrays my brain, throbbing at the sound of his taunting. He’s never looked sexier than in this moment and I need him to take me over.

  “Come in and I’ll show you.” I can’t believe the words that come out of my mouth, but they do.

  Luca doesn’t move, but his face changes, like I’ve set something in motion. Seeing the darkness in his eyes tells me that I couldn’t reverse this if I wanted to. There’s an inevitable, thick and hot tension brewing and I don’t think it’ll easily dissipate.

  “Are you sure about that?” His voice vibrates through me even though he’s so far away. “Once the game starts, it doesn’t stop, not until I say so. You don’t get to proposition me and back out, Arianna, not now.”

  Not now? What does that even mean? Fuck it.

  He’s warning me, and I don’t fucking care. I’m ready, consequences be damned. “I love games,” I whisper loud enough for him to hear me. Luca’s grin turns more seductive as he flips a light switch behind him.

  The room goes red, just like at club Lucifer. I can see his shadow in the deep red color. I didn’t even know the room had these lights and I’m beginning to wish I did.

  The pool is lined with a shade of brighter red, meaning he sees me clearly. Luca’s shadow pulls off its shirt, and the throbbing in my core speeds up. My heart is beating faster as I hear his belt come off. His pants hit the tiled floor and chills of lust crawl up my skin. I can’t see much of him, other than the silhouette but his outline looks so good. He walks toward the stairs I’m sitting on. My feet want to swim away but they don’t.

  I refuse to show him how scared I am all of the time, and I’m not starting now. I’m not backing down.

  As he gets closer, my hand slips to the back of my neck and pulls on my swimsuit tie. The tie comes undone swiftly and the straps fall down, my breasts are still nearly covered up as I feel the water move. He’s stepping into the pool but I don’t look at him. Nerves run through my blood. I’ve never seen a man naked before; not in person.

  Luca sits down on the same step as
me, our legs graze and my eyes find his.

  “Show me what I was doing, Arianna.”

  I can’t see his cock but he’s naked, his legs are bare and only his arms hide my full view.

  “Give me your hand,” I whisper, building the courage to reenact my daydream.

  Luca’s blue eyes feel like they are carving into my skin as he gives me his hand. I rotate my body so that when I’m facing him, my back rests against the wall of the pool. Slowly, I open my legs, moving my eyes to his hand. His knuckles and veins make me want to squirm because they’re so sexy.

  Yeah, I’m lusting after my brother's best friend’s hands. His thick fingers, his scarred knuckles, and his pale skin contrasted against my olive tone. His hands could make any girl whimper with a simple squeeze around their necks.

  “You put your hand here,” I whimper, pulling his hand inside of my bikini bottoms. It barely grazes my flesh but still a moan escapes me as I feel it. I pull my eyes back to his, soothing my nerves as I look into his pretty blues. Those eyes are going to be the death of you, the voice taunts.

  “You rubbed me here, and slipped one of your fingers inside of me. It felt really really good, so I couldn’t hide my moans. You called me a good little whore for liking it, that’s when I moaned your name, Luca.”

  He softly pushes his hand against my pussy and finds my clit with his fingers instantly, like a fucking cunt whisperer. Pure, royal pleasure soars over my skin as he does, his fingers feel like sorcery compared to my own. I was so close to coming before, every nerve ending in my body is begging for more.

  “You were imagining me…” his hand moves further down my pussy and without warning his middle finger pushes into me, “... doing this?” His voice is low and daunting, seducing my mouth into watering.

  Oh my God, fuck yes.

  “Yes,” I rasp before biting my lip. “Just like that.”

  Luca’s finger moves deeper inside of me and his palm rubs my clit as he thrusts. Feeling someone else do the work for me is a completely new sensation. It’s a million times more erotic. He moves one of my legs into his lap, opening me up more for him.