Chapter 6

• LUCA
• "We should probably get going. The sun is getting hotter."
• "No, it's still so early. Let's go to your penthouse instead." Still staring at me, she presses her right leg over mine and slowly brush my exposed legs with her toes.
• Is she trying to be appealing?
• "It's just across the shore, pretty please." She pouts her lower lips. And now, how can I ignore it?
• "Fine minutes." I say firmly.
• We gently rise from the lounger. Lily picks up our folded clothes and put it into a small bag I had not notice before now. "What's in the bag?"
• "Nothing." She answers too quickly while shoving the bag behind her.
• Definitely something.
• My eyes do a quick scan of her voluptuous curves. Why am I lusting after my friend's daughter? All my life I have never been interested in children. I'm not paedophile. I love my women matured and experienced. All the women I've ever been involved with were either older than me, the same age as me, or two years younger, but nothing below that. Never have I wanted my soon to be eighteen years old neighbor.
• "Let's play a game." Lily sets her glass of milk beside the tray of crackers on the glass table that's infront us. We are sitting together on the leather couch in my penthouse. There's no much funiture in sight. This is one of my many properties that I rarely visit to the point that I almost never remember it exists.
• The leather couch is long and wide. Lily is sitting on the other end resting her head on it's supporting armchair with her legs spread out to the end of the couch where I'm sitting with my legs placed on the floor.
• "What sort of game?" I finally ask.
• She lifts her leg from the couch to the floor bending slightly to pick the bag she's been hiding the whole time. She removes our clothes first from it before removing five books and spreading them on the table.
• "What is this, a nerd game?"
• She laughs and straighten from the table, although I don't find my comment to be funny. Lily moves closer to me, our legs touching. She's so close I can smell her cherry-strawberry scent. "This is how the game works. We will both take turns to pick a book from the table, one person at a time. When I pick a book, you will tell me the page to turn to, I will open to the page and do whatever that is written on it." She says the last words like a dead threat.
• Whatever that is written on it.
• "Okay, let's begin." I bend towards the table randomly picking a book titled 'Always you' "okay, what page should I turn to?"
• Something dark crosses her features. It's something I have never seen on her face before, it looks like...hunger? She pushes a stray blonde hair away from her face tugging it behind her ears. Leaning in towards me, she whispers against my ear. "Page 50." Her voice is husky and filled with desire, or not. I'm not sure.
• I carefully flip the book to page 50. I read the words, then stop and stare at her lust filled eyes. "There's no rain or flowers falling from the sky."
• Her fingers press against my lips shutting me up. Slowly, too slowly she tells me. "There's chemistry between us, don't you feel it?"
• "You don't know all the dirty thoughts my mind is filled with of you. Don't tease me unless you're willing to please me." I grit my teeth and look away from her, afraid that I may have exposed my dark side.
• She whispers. "Then show me."
• I should push her off and tell her all the things I've told her before. Too many times that she already probably knows it by heart, how she's too young, I'm too bad, she reads too much room com it's messing with her brain.
• But I don't, instead I push her backwards causing her to lay on the cushion with me on top her. Kissing her. My tongue plunges deep into her throat, our tongues licking. I bit on her lower lips. My kiss is brutal, rough, forceful, hot. She responds by slowing it. I never let any woman derive pleasure from me, but I let her kiss me slowly. She moans into my mouth.
• My wet tongue rolls down her neck, she puts her hands in my hair trying to play with it's softeness. I quickly snatch it imprisoning both of her wrists in one of my hands, I pin it on the armchair above her head. "I'm egoistic. It's all about my pleasure baby. You don't get to touch me."
• She tries to object but I cover her lips with mine kissing and silencing her protests. She moans again. Next thing, I'm all over her. My tongue, my fingers...
• My teeth sink deeper in to her neck. Sucking. Biting. Hurting. She gasps, her voice is a weak protest against me. I don't stop until I taste something metallic - her blood. I release her wrist, straightening from her and standing on the floor, I glare at her. Her face is panic striken and fear striken. Maybe. "Do I scare you?"
• She remains silent and slowly the fear and panic disappears from her features. "No,..." she presses her finger on the marked spot on her neck, robbing blood on it and inserting the finger back into her mouth and sucking on it.
• Shit. This girl will be the death of me.
• She completes her statement. "...You intrigue me."
• My fist forms into a ball. I kick the couch angrily with so much force Lily visibly trembles. "Fuck you!" I've never used such obscene word in her presence and I'm using it just after kissing her. I don't care. "I never felt intrigued when she made me bleed and sucked my blood."
• I hadn't realized I had said that out loud until Lily asks. "Who?"
• Blurry images fill my head. It's almost as if the memory is dazed. Long forgotten. I really wish it was. In my subconscious, I see 15 year old Luca bending over naked while his legs and arms are chained to the pillar like an animal preventing him from standing or escaping. I hear her voice in my head. 'I won't be kind to you, you're my submissive. Mine to use as I please." I'm still hearing her voice in my head. My ear. "Fuck you!!" I scream louder this time.
• "Luca." I turn in the direction of Lily's voice to look at her but I can't see her. I see nothing.
• I'm not in my penthouse. All of a sudden I'm in Italy being tormented. I shut my eyes and shake my head forcefully, willing the images to disappear and slowly my eyelids fly open and I see Lily. She's here standing beside me clad in her bikini. She lifts her hands as if to touch me but thinks better of it and drop them back to her side.
• I'm angry at her. Angry at myself. I lost control and I never loose control - it's a sign weakness. I stare into her eyes but I don't see fear. Nor disgust. Nor judgement. I see something...understanding? Maybe.
• She spread her arms and instead of myself I lean into her, resting my arms around her waist and letting her hug me.
• Comfort me.