Forbidden: House of Sin

  Her door was unlocked and open when I reached her balcony. Frustration shot through me that she’d disobeyed my order, followed by a wicked burst of heat I knew I shouldn’t feel.

  My blood thumped hot and fast as I pushed her door closed behind me and flipped the lock. The room was quiet and dark. I glanced toward the desk pushed up against the door, then to the four-poster bed, where the covers were thrown back, the sheets cold and bare. Soft light shone from beneath the closed bathroom door, drawing my attention. When the muffled sound of water splashing met my ears, I envisioned her in the bathtub, wet and soft and naked, and all the blood in my body rushed right into my cock.

  As quietly as I could, I crossed the floor and pulled the door open. Just as I’d pictured, she was reclined in the deep claw-foot tub, her head resting against the rolled edge, her eyes closed. That silky hair I loved to run my fingers through was pinned up, and damp tendrils brushed the delicate line of her throat and jaw. Water droplets glistened on her delectable skin in the flickering light of the dozen candles she’d lit around the room, and the sweet scents of lavender filled the space.

  But all I could focus on was the water splashing gently and rhythmically against the side of the cast-iron tub. Her heavy breaths lifting the tips of her pink nipples out of the water. The soft moans slipping from her lips. And her hand moving beneath the surface as she stroked that sweet, warm spot between her legs that made me absolutely ravenous.

  My cock grew instantly hard. Heart pounding, I moved silently into the room and stepped up behind the end of the tub. She didn’t hear me, and as I drew close, I could see her fingers moving faster between her legs as she flexed her hips forward, rocking into her hand.

  Fuck me. I could come right now, just watching her pleasure herself. I hoped like hell she was thinking about me as she flicked her clit.

  Kneeling on the tile behind her, I drew in a deep whiff of her insane scent—that grapefruit and honey combination that made my blood hum and my body throb and ache and crave only her. I swiped my suddenly damp palm against the thigh of my jeans, then pressed it over her mouth.

  Her eyes shot open, and she gasped. Her sexy body jerked, sending water sloshing over the side of the tub, and her hand flew free of that steamy spot between her legs as her torso jolted forward.

  Closing my other arm around her upper body, I palmed her plump breast and pulled her back against the tub. Her muscles flexed, fighting my hold, and her hands rushed to pull mine free, but I didn’t let her go. Instead, I leaned toward her ear and breathed hot over her sensitive skin. Then I whispered, “Oh, you naughty girl. You’re not supposed to do this without me.”

  She stilled, and her shallow breaths lifted her delicious breasts higher into my hand. Beneath my palm, I felt her lips move, and her muffled whisper drifted to my ears. Any part of me that was still soft went rock hard when I heard the thirst in that one word.

  “Luc.”

  “That’s right,” I whispered, loosening my grip on her breast and trailing my fingers down to pinch and roll her nipple between my thumb and finger. Her hands drifted away from mine, and she pushed her chest forward as she angled her head back until it rested against my shoulder. I released her mouth and slid my other hand to her neglected breast at the edge of the water, pinching and rolling the tip in the same way until it was a hard pebble between my fingers. “Show me what you were doing, angioletto.”

  She moaned, and her hand slid beneath the water and between her legs. My gaze followed, riveted on her fingers as they slipped between her folds and across her sensitive clit.

  “Oh, that is naughty,” I breathed against her, watching every stroke. “Does it feel good?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “How good?”

  She turned her face into my neck, her breaths hot and fast against my skin as she touched herself. “So good.”

  I knew it felt fucking good. I could feel her body undulating forward, searching for release. My cock pulsed in my jeans, desperate to break free. To slide through her wetness. To sink deep into her heat.

  I moved one hand down her belly and over the sensitive spot at her groin. She shivered but stroked herself harder. “Tell me what you were thinking about before I caught you, dirty girl.”

  She swallowed hard. “You.”

  “Me?” I angled forward so my fingers could drift along her inner thigh and up into her wetness. She groaned and lifted into my touch, but I was careful to keep it light, stroking her slowly as she flicked her clit. “What was I doing?”

  “Touching me.”

  “Where?”

  She rocked against my hand. “Here.”

  “Say it.”

  She breathed hot and hard against my neck. “My sex. You were touching my sex.”

  I drew my hand back, not letting her have any of the friction I knew she wanted. “Uh-uh. Say it the way I say it. The way I like to hear it. Tell me just what tight, sweet place you were stroking with those naughty fingers.”

  She groaned, and her cheeks turned pink. Even after everything she’d given me, every way she’d let me touch her, I could still make her blush. The knowledge made me abso-fucking-lutely on fire.

  Against my hands I felt her whole body tense. “My…pussy,” she whispered. “You were touching my pussy.”

  I vibrated with the need to feel that heavenly place closing around me. Trailing my fingers lower, along her opening, I said, “And what else was I doing, angioletto?”

  She groaned and flexed her hips forward, desperate to draw me inside. “Taking me.”

  “Just taking you?” I pushed the tip of my index finger into her a fraction of an inch, then drew it out. She moaned in frustration and rocked forward again, but I kept my touch shallow, knowing it would heighten her pleasure, knowing it would make her greedy for more. “Tell me what I was really doing. Tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll give you what you need.”

  “Ah, Luc… Please.”

  She lifted against my hand again, but I kept my pumping finger slow and shallow, not giving her what she craved until she told me what I ached to hear. “Tell me, Natalie.”

  She swallowed hard and brushed her nose and lips against my throat, her hot breath scorching my flesh until I felt as if I might spontaneously combust. “You were using me, controlling me, doing every filthy thing you wanted to me.”

  “What else?” I pushed in just a tiny bit farther. “Tell me what else I was doing.”

  “Oh yes…Luc.” She tightened her slick wet pussy around my finger, trying to draw me in deeper.

  “Tell me.”

  Her whole body undulated, sending water sloshing against the side of the tub. “You were owning me.”

  Heat rushed through my veins, turning my blood to lava. I drew my finger out and thrust deep with two, filling her until she gasped.

  “Yes, I do,” I growled in her ear, drawing my fingers back and shoving in hard again while I twisted one perfect, wet nipple with the fingers of my other hand. “I own this pussy. I own every part of you. Just me. Rub your clit faster. Feel me owning your body. This is mine. I say when you can come. Do you want to come, angioletto?”

  “Ahh…” Her hand moved with lightning speed as I stroked that special spot deep inside her. “Yes, yes… Please, yes.”

  “Then do it. Come hard for me. Come for me now.”

  Her whole body tensed, and she clamped down, growing so tight, I growled with the need to fuck her hard and deep so I could feel her pulsing around my aching cock the way she was pulsing around my fingers.

  When the orgasm hit her, she jolted, sending water sloshing over the edge of the tub and across my shoulders. Her head jerked back, and a scream was rent from her mouth. My pulse shot up, and I let go of her nipple and slapped my palm over her lips to muffle the sound. She continued to throb around my fingers as the climax consumed her, then slowly relaxed in the water until she was nothing but a limp, sated, gorgeous naked angel beneath my touch.

  “Dio dannato,” I
muttered, slowing my strokes and drawing my fingers from her slick, tight grip. “That was so fucking hot. The only thing I love more than hearing you come is making you come.”

  She groaned and rolled to her side in the tub. Her head lifted, and then her mouth was on mine, drawing me into a scorching kiss that made my balls tighten and my cock swell to an unbearable size.

  I shoved my tongue into her mouth and devoured her. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pushed to my feet and pulled her from the water. 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 groaned as I filled her, so overcome by the feeling, 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 harde
ning 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 now. 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.

  Chapter Eighteen

  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.