Ruined Secrets (Perfectly Imperfect #4)

He walks toward the door, and I try to keep my tears at bay, at least until he leaves the room. I can’t believe he would rather let me fuck someone else. When he reaches the door, he stops,gripping the doorway with both hands. He bends his head and stays in that position for quite some time.

A mumbled curse. AnotherBAMechoes through the room as he hits the frame with his palm. A few more curses, and then he turns around and marches back to me.

He reaches the bed in two long strides and, for a long moment, just stands there at the footboard, staring down at me. I suck in a breath and hold it, waiting. It feels like my heart has stopped beating. Suddenly, he leans forward and wraps his hands around my ankles. With a sudden jerk, he pulls me toward himself. The glass I’ve been holding slips from my hand and falls onto the thick carpet next to the bed.

There’s a tick in Luca’s jaw and his brow furrows as he bends and grabs the hem of my nightgown in his fists. His forearms ripple with the flex of corded muscles as he tears my nightie in one swift tug. He’s angry. It’s obvious in his every move and by the way he’s clenching his jaw muscles. I don’t care. I’ve been waiting for this so long, and I’m going to take it any way I can get it and love every moment of it.

My breath hitches when he kneels on the floor and places my legs over his shoulders. He buries his face between my legs, and inhales. I bite my lower lip, feeling my wetness soak through the lacy panties, the only barrier between my pussy and his mouth. But he doesn’t remove them. Instead, he presses his lips onto the lace, just over my core, and exhales. I grab onto the bedcover and arch my back, almost coming just from feeling his warm breath. The rough skin of his palms brushes my thighs as he slides his hands up to my waist and slips his fingers into the waistline of my panties. His forearms flex again, and there’s another tearing sound. He removes the scrap of fabric that were once my panties and a moment later I feel his tongue.

The first lick is slow. Teasing. I squeeze the bedcover harder as tremors pass through my body. He licks me again, then thrusts his tongue inside my opening for a moment before he starts sucking on my clit. I’m already panting, but as he adds his finger, I feel the pressure building more and more. A second finger enters me, and I close my eyes, whimpering. I rip out his hair tie and thread my hands in his hair. The feel of it between my fingers is more than I ever could have imagined. It’s still wet, either from his shower or the wine I threw at him. His tongue circles my clit, then he sucks at it, and at the same time, he does something with his finger inside me. I let out a loud moan as my whole body starts shaking. I feel weightless, like I’m floating on air. When he places his thumb on my clit next to his tongue and applies a little pressure, I explode.

My legs are still quivering when he lowers them off his shoulders, and I have no energy left to move any part of my body. Luca rises, sliding his arms under my back and knees, and shifts me to the center of the bed.

He covers me with a blanket and bends down to whisper in my ear, “If I see any other man touch you, he will die. It will be a very unpleasant death.” He adjusts the blanket around my shoulders. “And you won’t be satisfying your own pussy anymore. When you need your problem, as you called it, taken care of, you come to me. You got that, tesoro?”

“Yes,” I rasp.

He nods and heads back into his room, leaving me sated, and absolutely shocked.

Chapter 7

If I expected Luca’s cold treatment to cease after what happened last night, I would be gravely mistaken. When I make it downstairs for breakfast, he’s already there with Rosa and Damian. Rosa throws the last few pieces of food in her mouth and rushes off to her room to pack her things for the day she’s spending with her mother. Luca gets up shortly after her, saying he has work to do, and vanishes, leaving Damian and me at the table.

“What’s going on between you two?” Damian asks the moment Luca is out of view.

“Nothing.” I take a sip of my juice. “Why do you ask?”

He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms, and smiles. One thing I’ve noticed about Damian is that nothing escapes his attention. He might come across as nonchalant, always smiling and joking around, but his eyes betray him. There is pure intellect and calculation hidden there. He’s playing his role of a carefree younger brother quite well. If I wasn’t so skilled at pretending myself, I might have missed it.

“You’re in love with my brother,” he says.

Yes, he’s definitely more observant than I thought.

“So what?” I ask and continue eating. There’s no point in denying it.

Damian laughs and shakes his head. “Since when?”

“Years.” I shrug. “What gave me away?”

“The way you look at him when you think no one is watching. Does he know?”

“Nope. And you won’t tell him.”

“I wasn’t meaning to. Your relationship is not my problem. But why not tell him?”

I debate if I should explain or not. He already knows I’m in love with Luca. Maybe he’ll have some insight regarding his brother’s idiotic behavior.

“Because he treats me like I have the plague,” I say. “He can’t get over our age difference. He sees me as a child.”

Damian starts stirring his coffee with a spoon even though I saw him doing so not a minute earlier.

“Yes, I see how that could be an issue for him,” he finally says and looks up at me. “Luca and I are half brothers. His mother killed herself when Luca was a baby.”

I blink. I didn’t know that, and I was certain that Damian and Luca had the same parents. How come I’ve never heard about this? “Okay. How does that reflect on my situation?”

“Luca’s mother was eighteen when she married our father. It was an arranged marriage.” Damian says. “Father was forty.”

I close my eyes. Shit.