Page 99 of His Kidnapped Queen
“What’s going on with you?” I climb into bed. He draws me close against his side, my head on his shoulder.
“I don’t know,” he says, nuzzling against my neck. “All I know is everything feels insane except for being with you. Why is that?”
“I wish I knew,” I mumble, my skin heating up as he trails his lips along my throat.
“You’re the only thing that makes sense, and you’re a fuckingcop.”
I don’t answer, sensing the statement is rhetorical, and he flips over, caging me in with his arms.
I gasp. “Be careful. Your stitches…”
“I’ll be careful,” he promises, the words muffled against my skin as he moves down my body, stripping me of my shorts and pressing his face against my panties, nosing aside the crotch to breathe me in.
As always, he eats me out like I’m a four-course meal, savoring every lick. When he latches his lips around my clit I cry out, slapping a hand over my mouth to muffle it.
Luca laughs against my inner thigh. “I think Diego has put together what’s going on in here, pixie. You don’t have to be quiet.”
I moan against my hand nonetheless.
“Can’t believe I thought you might be fucking him. You wouldn’t dare, would you?”
I don’t know what to say and I can’t speak anyway when he sucks on my clit some more. My thighs start to tremble as I get closer and closer to my orgasm.
“You’re mine,” he mumbles right after I start to spasm, shoving two fingers inside of me. I cry out again as he jerks my hand from my mouth, the sound echoing in the large room.
“You shouldn’t say things you don’t mean,” I say after I come down, after he’s lying in bed next to me with his mouth covered with my juices.
“What? That you’re mine?” He tilts his head quizzically. “Why shouldn’t I say it? It’s true, isn’t it?”
I open my mouth to protest, but he’s right, isn’t he? I’m his. Irrevocably. Whatever that says about me, it’s true.
“I would never sleep with your best friend.”
“Damn right you wouldn’t,” he says confidently, but he puts an arm around me, drawing me closer, all the same.
“So what are you going to do about Nico?”
He sighs. “There’s nothing to do. It has to be one of his men, one that got the wrong idea. He would never order for me to be killed.”
I go silent, because I’m not so sure. In fact, I’m pretty positive that Nico ordered the hit, maybe through a third-party like Diego suggested.
But I don’t know how to make him understand.
So instead, I bite my lip, look at him from underneath my eyelashes, play him in the only way I know how.
“You’ll stay here tonight? I can’t…I can’t sleep here without you.”
It’s true, not just a pretty lie. Ever since that masked man tried to take me, I’ve been unable to sleep in this bed without Luca.
“I could use the rest,” he admits, drawing me even closer. I press my face against his chest, allowing myself to relax.
He’s snoring before I know it, and I just lie there for a long moment, thinking.
Nico is going to topple the Rossi empire, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I can’t very well tell him that the whole reason I was being put undercover was because there was dissent in the ranks.
My own lies have come back to bite me in the ass. I can’t help thinking of Rosa, praying that she’s safe and happy with Agnes. I wish I could call and check on her again.
I glance at Luca’s phone on the side table. He’d probably never know, as deeply as he’s sleeping, but I can’t risk it. Not now, when Luca is off the rails like this.
