“I dropped it skiing, mama,” he said. “Fell out of my pocket.”
“You can go buy new one in town. Amelia can help you.”
“Okay. I’m a little disappointed. There were some pictures on there I would have liked to keep.”
I dug my fingernails into his side. Luca bumped his knee against mine playfully.
After a short drive we arrived at the mansion. “Alright, here we are," Robert said. The sprawling estate was nestled in a mountainside on some of the most expensive land in the country.
We walked into the noise and color of the party, into a whirlwind of bright smiles and ecstatic greetings. I put myself through the motions, but my mind was fixed on Luca. How could I be so obsessed with him?
And why did it have to be him, the one boy I wasn’t allowed to like? What rotten luck for me. He didn’t seem to care, but then again, that was his whole style--hell, he probably even like the cat-and-mouse game. Besides, it was up to me to stop him or crumble pathetically at his feet, and I was already leaning towards the "pathetic crumbling" direction as my resistance was growing thin; especially after I’d given in the other night and let him do all those naughty things to me. I shivered, thinking of the way I’d masturbated right in front of him. The whole ordeal had been haunting me all day, giving me a pit in my stomach whenever I thought about it.
Of course, of all the people I could have sat next to at the party I had to sit with him. We were escorted by a butler to a couple of chairs and sat down. Soon after, Robert clinked a knife against a glass, quieting the cacophony of voices around him, and began to make a speech. I smiled and tried to look like I was paying attention.
One rough finger slowly traced its way up the inside of my thigh, pushing up the hem of my flimsy skirt. My heart sank into the pit of my stomach.
Luca, no. I thought, sucking in my breath. Robert finished talking and everyone around us applauded. Luca withdrew his hand to join the applause and I practically collapsed with relief. My sex was wet and throbbing underneath my skirt.
A waiter started depositing plates of appetizers on the table, and the conversation all around us resumed.
“I told you no,” I said hotly, my eyes flashing towards him. He met my gaze evenly, not saying a word. I blinked, unable to tear my eyes away from those deep blue pools. His eyes never left mine as his hand began to explore yet again.
I closed my eyes as he tortured me, unable and unwilling to stop him. I gasped out loud as his fingers found the edge of my panties, just loud enough for Luca to hear above the clamor of the crowd. I looked furtively around the room, hoping no other eyes were on us.
His fingers slid under the hem of my panties and touched my wet sex, only for a second before he pulled away. I knew he could see the flush between my breasts, and my chest heaving from what he’d just done.
I immediately got up and walked into the kitchen, which was cluttered with stuff from the catering company. An older, heavily made-up lady, who looked like the owner of the catering company, was arguing with a man who looked like a chef. A few of their staff milled around awkwardly, trying not to look at them as they quarreled.
There was a half-consumed cocktail at the end of a counter and I downed it impulsively. My heart was racing. Luca entered the kitchen just as I turned around. Our eyes locked together again as he walked closer to me.
“Amelia,” he said, his arm reaching out to touch my waist.
“Stop, stop, stop,” I begged quietly, holding him at bay with one hand. “We are brother and sister.”
“No, we are not. No more games,” he protested. “We do not--we do not have any blood...” he said, struggling to find the right expression. "This is stupid! We are not family," he finally hissed.
“I know,” I whined, looking down at my hands that were perched lightly against his hard stomach. “But what would people say?”
“They say nothing! No one cares! We are not brother and sister!" My stomach felt like it was in freefall and my sex was positively burning with restrained desire. I’d never felt so turned on before.
I looked up to meet his eyes but he turned away and walked out.
Why couldn’t that moment have lasted just a little longer? I collapsed against a wall, suddenly feeling miserable. I thought about telling Luca to meet me upstairs in one of the guest bedrooms.
But I didn’t want it to happen that way. Every time Luca came on to me, in his aggressive and dominant way, it gave me a dirty thrill that I couldn’t get enough of. I was addicted to our game and I wanted to keep teasing him until I made him do something he just couldn’t help, namely corner me in my bedroom and force me to do what I secretly wanted all along. Or maybe do it in his shower--I often used his shower because it was bigger and nicer than mine-- he’d be waiting for me when I finished; he’d remove my towel, despite my protestations, and I’d give in to him right there. I’d take it leaning over the side of his bed, my hair still wet and my skin damp as his big hands pressed into my rear, pinning me to the bed and holding me down tight, right where he wanted me, right before he made me do it.
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Eventually the party came to an end. We all said our goodbyes and I once again slid into the dark car next to Luca. I leaned against the heated leather of the seat in anticipation, waiting for him to molest me. To my consternation he didn’t make a move; he seemed like he was tired.
I arrived breathless in my bedroom, energy still coursing through me. I dropped my dress on the floor and took off my underwear. I wrapped myself up in my towel and grabbed my soap and shampoo.
I knocked on Luca’s door, my face flushed and my heart pounding.
“Mind if I use your shower again?” I asked timidly when he opened the door. He was still in his nice clothes, but his shirt was untucked and the sleeves rolled up. He’d just lit a fire in the fireplace.
Luca shrugged. “No, of course not.”
“Thanks,” I walked through his room and into the bathroom, closed the door, and locked it. Normally, a nice hot shower was the one thing guaranteed to soothe me, but I was a mess of nerves as I shampooed my hair and washed myself. I didn’t even need a shower. I finished up and toweled off, my body still tingling with the excitement I felt simply being Luca's room. I wrapped myself in a towel and used his towel to wrap up my hair. I walked back into his room with my heart beating hard.
Luca was standing naked next to his bed, about to pull a t-shirt off over his head.
“You don’t mind?” he asked, offhandedly.
I stared at him.
He shrugged. “You are in my room. In Italy, we are not so worried about being naked.”
I couldn’t keep my eyes off his body. His broad chest was layered with tight muscle, and his arms looked even bigger without a shirt. Every square inch of him was knotted and cut, and when his arm moved to flick the shirt away I could see the muscle rippling under his skin. He had a beautifully-ornate, black dragon tattoo plastered over his right shoulder. My eyes wandered down to his cock. It was hanging there, relaxed and heavy. Seeing it again made my sex twinge.
“Amelia,” he said, his voice even. “You are staring at my cock.” My eyes flicked up to meet his.
“Come here,” he commanded. I walked forward slowly, my heart pounding, until I was in front of him. Luca grabbed the edge of the towel and tore it off my body, throwing it on the floor. I stood there trembling, my eyes lost in his and my chest heaving. Luca’s big hands cupped my ass, pulling me in to him forcefully. We kissed, and his teeth bit my lower lip, just a little too hard. I gasped and pulled away.
But he drew me back, and started passionately attacking my cheek and neck. I could feel his cock swelling, pressing against my stomach.
“Get on the bed,” he demanded, turning me around and guiding me. I whimpered and leaned over the side of the bed. He groaned with pleasure as he spread my legs and ass, enjoying the sight of my wet sex. The head of his cock slid over my pussy, teasing it as if he was going to enter.