FRAN'S POV

He was right, and I knew that, which was why I was intentionally being obtuse. 

I sat down in front of my mirror and began to do my hair, removing the pins from the thick curls and putting them in my mouth. After such a sweaty performance, my hair was wet at the root, which made the curls thicker and tighter but softer and silkier to touch. I ran a brush through it, causing some to fall in front of my face while brushing the back out to form an afro. 

Keith stopped behind my chair, his eyes watching my movements narrowed. 

"You're going to seduce him?" He asked darkly. 

A thrill shot down my spine at the thought of it. Of course, that was what I had in mind when I walked on that stage. Seducing Luca Castello was the very thing I did when I bent my body backward, raised my legs to the side of my face and rolled my waist, rolling my hips. I was going to seduce him. All I had was my body. 

I s*ck*d in a shallow breath. But would a man like him be seduced by me? LA might be an advanced city, but like the rest of the world, racial discrimination was still a thing. When you're mixed you have an advantage, to some degree, true, but it's a better advantage than when your skin is darker. 

Leaving TikTok wasn't just because of plagiarism issues, even though that was a big part of it. There seemed to be a community on the platform that fetishize people like me, just like the men at the club who came to feast their eyes knowing they would go back to their blonde or brunette wives after a rough night with a dancer. We were good enough to satisfy their basic desires but not enough to take home. 

When I started getting comments like "Black queen" and "I love me a black queen", I was flattered. Until Faith explained that I was being fetishized and I immediately felt uncomfortable.

Getting a job here at the club was a stroke of luck. If I hadn't practiced hard the previous night before the audition, I never would have gotten it. 

I swallowed down the nerves in my throat and went on the offensive.

"I'm not seducing him, Keith, are you dumb? I'm going to make him think that I am until he helps me."

"If you really think so, then I should be asking if you are the one who's dumb. Do you think a man like Castello would let you play silly games and let you go? You go to that man out there, you're asking for trouble."

"Well, what would you have me do?!" I cried, dropping the pins in my mouth. "Faith is missing! It's been two weeks, Keith. Two whole weeks since my baby sister went missing! If I have to make a deal with the devil to get her back, then so be it!"

I rose from the chair, touched my hair, smacked my red-glossed lips and told myself that I was good to go. If I was going to seduce a man like Luca I wouldn't need to be coy about it. He was a smart man, all he had to do was take one look at me to know what I was planning to do. 

I started out for the door. Keith blocked my path. 

"Think about this, Fran."

But I had already thought about it and I knew that this was the only way. 

**

READER'S POV

Luca stared at the stage long after she disappeared, a tiny smile hovering on his lips. 

She danced well every other day. That was why he returned no matter how busy he was. But tonight's performance was different. Luca Castello was by all rights a vain man. No man accomplished all that he had at such a young age without a little bit of vanity. 

So he had known that tonight's performance was a special one for him. Her eyes, even though she was afar, had met his over and over and over again tonight. Her movements were more sensual than usual. They were intentionally choreographed to stimulate arousal. 

He chuckled to himself. She was a bold one, but how bold? 

Most women in his life were bold enough until they saw the beast. That was when they ran off with their tails between their legs. Was his little dancer just as fiery as she seemed to be? Were there limits to her passion? 

He was at his own limits tonight with his brother. Giovanni was going on and on about something he couldn't be bothered to listen to. Now that Francesca no longer had his attention he was forced to listen to his brother's rambling. 

"You really should talk to Ricky."

For the second time that evening, Luca's eyes sought Ricky's. Ricky Russell, the man who owned the club. 

He was greeting some patrons, but he caught Luca's eye with a raise of his glass of wine and a sly smile. 

Luca did not acknowledge either. His eyes turned instead to his brother. 

"Why should I?"

"Because he asked. He wants to talk to you."

Luca narrowed his eyes in the dim setting of the club at his brother, who nearly looked nothing like him. They both had raven black hair, olive skin and dark gray eyes, but there was no depth to Giovanni's eyes. His eyes were cold and thoughtless. The unintelligent eyes of a killer. 

"And he has to come through you? Why?" He asked with suspicion. 

Giovanni shrugged. "Probably scared of that dark scowl of yours. You know what? It's not important anyway," he added, waving his free hand casually. His right hand reached for a cigar from the case which one of the serving girls dressed in nothing but playboy-style lingerie complete with the bunny ears and fishnets had dropped on the table. 

Luca studied his brother. He wouldn't look him in the eye. Giovanni did that when he was hiding something. Usually Luca did not bother him with what it was, since it usually involved killing someone, and he would rather distance himself from that. He called the shots, but he liked to pride himself as the clean side of the business. 

Yet tonight there was something different about Giovanni and Luca wanted to know. Yet before he could, there was a deep clearing of throat behind the curtain of his booth. 

The head server leaned in. "Mr. Castello, someone would like to speak with you."

Before he could say who, Francesca peaked from behind him. 

Luca caught sight of her and a smile tugged his lips. 

Without taking his eyes off her, he said "Giovanni, take a stroll."

His brother's gasp was barely audible, his dark eyes shooting between Fran and Luca. His brother was serious. He really dismissed him for a dancer? 

Grabbing the lighter off the table, he stalked off. 

Fran stepped aside while Giovanni stumped off, nearly bumping into her with his shoulder. 

Now she was alone with him. Her confidence nearly failed her but when she looked into his eyes, seeing the magnetic light shade of gray for the first time, she was mesmerized. Suddenly, the thumping of her heart was not just out of nerves but a visceral reaction to his dark good looks and that powerful aura. No wonder he was so feared, no one could look at him and not be frightened. 

"I'm sorry to intrude, Mr. Castello," She said, her voice firm even though her nerves were frayed. 

He nodded once, offering her a seat. 

She took it, languidly dropping into the leather seats. Her short skirts became even shorter, revealing the skin-colored tights she wore. 

"It must be for a reason," Luca said simply. 

Fran smiled. "I see you enjoyed my show."

He didn't bother to hide it. "You watched me watch you?" He raised a brow, humor catching his voice. 

Her smile turned shy. 

Luca observed her. She was young, younger than he had ever had. There was an air of innocence about her, yet in her direct gaze was a boldness that challenged him. 

He found that he liked it very much. 

"You haven't performed a special dance for me for mere compliments, have you, Francesca?"

If she was surprised that he knew her name, she didn't appear to be surprised. In fact, he thought he saw a look of satisfaction in her eyes. 

The night kept getting better and better. 

He was right to have fixated on her, even going as far as demanding her schedule to know when she would be performing. 

"No I haven't, Mr. Castello..."

"Luca."

Now she lowered her gaze slightly. "Luca." She moved forward, her brown eyes glistening in the dim light. "My sister is missing, has been for 2 weeks now."

He was relaxed as he watched her speak. "I don't see what that has to do with me."

"It doesn't... Not directly." She licked her lips and his eyes followed the movement. Her lips were full and red. He could see it forming a large O around his c*ck. She had a nice voice to match her looks, but he wasn't interested in what she had to say, he was more interested in how long it would take before he was bored with her. 

Or how much she could endure before she ran off like the others. 

"Then why are you here?"

"I found some things regarding my sister's disappearance that might... Might be connected to you in some ways. I found a picture she took with a member of the Blood gang."

He waited. When she didn't elaborate, he turned his hand upward. "And?"

"You are Mafioso," she said with unwavering conviction, without fear. "Your power crosses borders and ocean lines. If the Blood gang is involved with my sister's disappearance I know you can help me."

Now she caught his interest again. Since the enactment of several Federal laws and prohibition against organized crime, many crime organizations had gone underground, performing their acts within close circles. The mafia was one of them, hence why there were few mentions of them in recent news. 

As long as he wasn't caught legally, Luca could continue his business. 

Miss Francesca seemed to have no problem voicing out facts. She was his flavor of daring. 

"I see. Tell me what you think happened."

"I don't know the details, she kept a lot of things from me even though we lived together, but I think she dated that Blood gang member and I only just realized that he works for Ricky Russell. Every trace of her ends with Ricky Russell. He must have something to do with this."

"You should be talking to him then."

"No," She shook her head. "I should be talking with you, you are the most powerful man in the city, in the state. I need you."

He needed her too in more than one position while he f*ck*d all of her holes. He wondered what his daring innocent would say to that. 

He started to give his response when his brother returned with some of his men in dark suits behind him. 

"Brother," Giovanni grunted without a glance at Fran. His meaning was clear. He did not approve of Luca talking with someone like her. 

Luca studied Fran's expression as she turned to his brother, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. She didn't seem to trust his brother and he had a feeling that had something to do with her missing sister. 

"Let's talk in private, Miss Elaise. When you close."

Fran's POV

"You're sure he's going to help you?" Daniela asked. 

I looked over my shoulder at her. She sat in front of my mirror borrowing some wipes from the box on my table to clean her makeup. She is my best friend here. She was the first girl to speak to me when the other ones avoided me, probably because they thought I was going to steal their spotlight. You would think that as black girls we would form a kind of solidarity, but colorism among my own people is just as bad as the racism I face against the world. 

Sometimes I want to say I understand why mixed-race blacks would feel superior, but then I talk to people like Daniela and wonder why everyone else wasn't like her. 

She was the one who told me that Luca Castello had been showing unusual attention to me. There were policies guiding the club. Dancers can not have any relationship with the patrons within or outside the club. Our services were bordered by the rounded square stage. For serving girls like Daniela, however, she earned commissions when she got a customer interested in a one-night stand or more. 

She could have easily tried to score Luca for herself if she thought she had the chance, but she came running to me the day after my day off to tell me that Luca had demanded to know why I hadn't been at work. 

"He did ask me to meet him after work hours, so that means something, right?"

She cleaned the mascara and eyeliner from both eyes. "Then you better hurry, babes." She looked up at me through the mirror. "You don't keep a man like Luca Castello waiting."

And did I not know it? The man had such a powerful presence I nearly felt faint being before him. I always wondered what color his eyes were. They were a lovely shade of gray and when the swirling lights brushed them, they turned light like the sky at the beginning of rain. 

"My God!" Daniela squealed, swiveling in the chair, her eyes sparkling with laughter. "You think he's hot!"

I shrugged, avoiding her eyes. "He's Castello, everyone thinks he's hot."

"Yeah, but you are positively beaming with excitement! You're going to do it, aren't you?"

'It' was s*x. Even though a delicious shiver ran down my spine at the memory of Luca's eyes holding mine captive, trying to see into the depths of me, I shook my head. Something about him told me he was the kind of man to push boundaries. 

And strangely, I was curious about that. Anticipating it even. 

No, Francesca, you're just going to let him think you're seducing him until you find Faith. 

"Hopefully it doesn't come to that," I lied to Daniela. Looking at my watch I realized that it was 45 minutes past 2 in the morning. I grabbed my coat off the wall. "I gotta go. See you tomorrow, babes."

"See ya. Have fun!" She winked. 

I rolled my eyes at her, closing the door with a bang. 

The club activities were still in full swing, but my shift was over, so I made my way out of the back door to the busy road. Los Angeles as always was still awake with bright lights flooding the streets, almost making the nights like days. 

It was a warm night, but I drew my coat around my barely - there sequin gown because Los Angeles might be glamorous, but there are a lot of creeps running the streets. The last thing I want is someone blaming my choice of attire as the reason for my r*p*. 

Luca was nowhere to be found. 

D*mn it! I should have known this chance was too good to be true. And I had hoped. 

Swallowing my disappointment, I made my way across the street, choosing to walk a few blocks before taking a taxi to save some cash on transport fare. 

I tucked my hands in my coat pocket with my head down walking on the curb when I noticed the black car slowing down beside me. The front window wound down, and a chauffeur looked out. 

"Miss Elaise?"

I continued walking, increasing my footsteps. 

"Mr. Castello wants you to ride with him."

My spirit lifted and as it did, my body came alive with heat. What the hell is wrong with me that just his name makes me want to squeeze my thighs together. 

I stopped walking. The driver got out of the car, opened the back door for me and offered me a hand. 

I took it, stepping into the dark interior that nearly concealed him but for the stark white collar of his shirt. His eyes fixated on me even when I settled into the seat and the door was closed. 

The car suddenly seemed too small for us both. Even through his coat his essence poured out in excess. His masculine scent filled every space, piercing through my pores until every air I breathed was tainted with his scent. 

Male. 

Spicy. 

Musty. 

**

READER'S POV

Luca tapped on the roof and the car began to move. 

For a long time no one spoke. Fran settled in the posh leather seats folding her fingers in her coat, looking straight ahead at the road. 

Luca sat studying her profile. Up close now, without the distractions of a crowd, he could see that she was more beautiful than he thought. Her nose would have been pointed if it hadn't tapered to a cute round shape at the tip. Her lips from the side created a perfect heart. 

He suppressed a groan. He would love to see saliva run down the curve of those full lips down her chin while she choked on his c*ck. 

Did she feel it too? That magnetic pull that threatened to close the space between them? 

When she turned her gaze to him with a silent strength in her eyes and a small smile on those lips, he thought to himself 'D*mn'. 

He thought he had her figured out, but he was beginning to see that they were layers to his teasing beauty. He couldn't wait to explore them. 

Fran finally spoke, the silence was beginning to get oppressive, especially since his eyes were glued on her face. 

"About my sister, Mr - Luca."

"About your sister," he agreed. Her sister was the last thing he wanted to talk about, but he had to thank her sister for getting into trouble. She would never have come to him if she didn't need his help. And he sure as hell would cut his own hand off before confessing that he had fantasized about her. 

"The Crips and Blood still run this county. They may have influence outside these borders, but they would never be the Mafia."

D*mn right they wouldn't, Luca thought to himself. 

"I know it sounds like I'm asking you to scare them with your influence - maybe that's what I'm asking, but I'm convinced my sister didn't just run off because some gang member or another was after her life. It's more than that."

"Why do you think so?"

She swallowed nervously, and it was the first time he saw her look really nervous. "Before my sister got missing she started coming around the club, not inside but just...hanging around. From the little information I could gather, she was there with her boyfriend, the gang member, many times. He did some uhm dubious jobs for Ricky. I know my sister was not involved in those jobs. She might be a wild kid, but she's not a bad one. Ricky does drugs, I know it. It's a tight ring, but he has his connections."

She stopped folding her coat, her fingers getting steadier. "I know Ricky does other things. People whisper in the club, but no one knows for sure what it is that he does that's so illegal. Other than drugs, of course. I know Faith found something. That's why she went missing."

 Luca's shifted in his seat as he listened to her. "I can't meddle in Ricky's business. He has his turf and I have mine."

"You don't have to, I just need your help finding my sister. You can do that. You have the power."

He had to admire her trust in him. That was important. Trust, if they were supposed to go beyond talking. 

He smirked. 

Fran looked away for the first time, her heart hammering in her chest. They were passing through the Civic Center. The city Hall was lit up with blue lights tonight. Her heart was not in the lights or the flashing city or, she thought, with a bit of shame, in her story anymore. It was on the tension and the magnetic attraction she felt towards this man whom she never actually met until tonight. 

"Do you have a boyfriend, Fran?"

She could lie, but she found that she didn't want to. "No. I did once, but he - died. Gang related violence."

He seemed oddly sympathetic, so she tore her gaze from the window. His gaze was intense and she held it boldly. 

"That's why you're worried about your sister."

She nodded. "Yes."

"Did you love him?"

She knew the question was coming. How she knew was beyond her, and she realized that she wanted to tell the truth for the first time. "I thought I did, but the truth is, I wanted to. I cared about him, but I wasn't ready just yet."

She had been too busy building her life. Her s*x life had suffered because of it, but once she and Jay finally had time alone, she never seemed to get enough, no matter how many times they f*ck*d until she got busy again at the risk of physical intimacy. 

The car pulled up to a high rise apartment and came to a stop. 

Luca reached out his hand. She hesitated. 

"You knew the price when you came to me, Francesca."

She knew, yet her heart pounded, but it wasn't just because of the price, it was largely because of the man's intoxicating magnetism. He drew her in, tempted her, threatened to break through her strong defenses. 

She placed her hand in his, immediately jerking as the small contact sent delicious down her spine. 

She looked up. Did he feel it too? 

He must have, but his face gave nothing away, yet his eyes never left hers. 

They used the elevator to the penthouse and when the door opened a housekeeper was there at the door to attend to them. 

She was an older woman in a white and black uniform. Her Auburn hair was pinned up tightly, giving her face a pinched look. 

She collected Luca's coat genially but when she turned to Fran her gaze was sharp. Judgmental. 

"Your coat, Miss."

Fran gave it to her. When the woman walked off, eyeing Fran's gown with disapproving eyes, Luca reached for her hand again. 

He went ahead of her, pulling her behind him until they entered a suite. It was dark but the centerpiece, the main attention to which Fran's eyes were drawn, was the bed. Bigger than anything she had ever seen. The little light in the room bathed it in dramatic light, seeming to burn a hole in it. 

This is it, Fran thought. I knew the price. Might as well get it done and over with. 

She reached for the straps of her gown to pull them off. 

"Stop."

She turned. 

He took several steps forward. Fran could not help but notice how broad his shoulders were or how wide his chest was now that he wasn't wearing a coat anymore. Though she had guessed that his shoulders easily filled them out. 

She waited for him to grab her and become selfishly rough. Her head fell back to accommodate his height. She was prepared to fight him off. The attraction meant nothing, she wouldn't let him touch her. But when he stepped past her, brushing his body slightly against hers, bending briefly to draw her feminine cocoa butter smell in before grabbing something from behind her, another spasmodic shudder went through her. 

She didn't even see what he took from behind her, but suddenly, music filled the room. 

The Weekend's Earned it. 

Luca pulled back, grabbed a chair. It looked to her as if he had pulled it from thin air and slid it towards her. She grabbed it by pure instinct, immediately guessing what he wanted. 

"Dance for me."

She stared in shock. 

Sex she had expected, dancing she had not. 

Was he serious? His response to her silent question was to grab another chair, set it away from her and sit with his legs apart. He waited. 

"The music will end before you know it, sweetheart. The night is quite short."

His voice was a deep baritone that pulled at the wanton strings sewn in her flesh. Her fingers took hold of the top of the chair, fingers tightening on the oak wood as she swung her right leg up in time to the beat, in time to The Weekend's smoky, seductive voice. 

His eyes followed her leg, his gaze caressing the smooth strength of it as she placed it on the flat surface on the chair. 

"You knew our love would be tragic..." the song sailed, urging Fran to turn her back to him as her right leg joined her right on the chair. Now that she was standing on it, she rolled her hips to the side, bending slightly, teasing him with a glimpse of the swell of her ass. She looked over her shoulder at him, giving him a sultry once over. 

Luca's grin widened. He was right. She was a cheeky one, a mixture of innocence and daring. He liked that a lot. 

Fran crouched, spread her knees apart and began to bounce up and down, slowly in time to the music.

Pressing her palms into the chair's flat surface, she hopped off it, dropping into a middle split just as the music began to come to an end. 

Fran's chocolate skin was covered with a thin film of sweat by the time she rose from the ground to face him. Her heart thumped with a mixture of excitement, pumping lust with the blood in her veins, a thick mixture of lust born from the music and the aura of Luca, who was now rising, clapping slowly as he made his way toward her. 

This time when he stood before her, he did touch her, but it was a feather-light touch on her cheek, then her throat, then the line between her breasts. 

Fran closed her eyes as his fingers teased her. His fingers continued to trace the fiery path to her navel. She wanted him to go lower and was disappointed beyond reason when he let his hand drop. 

She lifted her face, her eyes pleading. 

She's incredible, Luca thought, his eyes dropping to her pouting lips. He could not resist finally tasting those plump lips. He pulled her in with his hands cupping her neck. She came willingly, her neck bending backward as she lifted her face to his. 

He tasted her lips, groaned and slanted his mouth over hers. 

She tasted even better than he imagined. Her lips yielded, parting to receive his tongue. Her mouth was warm and soft. He bit on her lips lightly at first, then harder, and she moaned into his mouth, straining closer for more, her body pressing into his to imprint those soft curves on the hard planes of his body. 

His hands drifted down her body, pausing to squeeze the globes of her *ss together, then apart. 

"Francesca," he murmured into her mouth. 

She shivered. "Luca."

He loved his name on her lips. 

"You understand that my pleasure is now your only concern, don't you?"

She drew in a breath, moaning a little as she stifled yet another shiver. "I do."

"Good girl." His hands rubbed her silkily. "Have you ever been broken in before?"

"I'm not a virgin," She confessed without thought.

One hand came up to lift her chin so that he could look into her eyes, "You'll be. With me."

He squeezed her *ss again before his right hand drifted like velvet over her left cheek, delving in between to rub silkily at her hole. 

"I want to f*ck you here," he told her. His left hand dropped from her face to touch her between her legs, causing her to part her feet slightly. "And here."

She shook all over, letting out a soft gasp. 

He leaned back to observe the look on her face and was surprised to see her eyes half opened, lips parted and with a dazed stare infused with interest in her eyes. 

Bloody hell, she wants it, he thought to himself. 

Would he be teaching his angel, or would she be teaching him? 

Fran swallowed the nerves and excitement in her throat as she tried to step back. His arms tightened around her, his face hovering close. He showed no intention of letting her go. 

"Mr. Castello..."

He smacked her bum. 

"Luca," She gasped. 

"Good girl."

Fran hid the smile threatening to pull her lips. Why did she enjoy it? Did she always have this electrifying lust, or was it Luca that brought it out of her? 

"I take it you'll help me, then?"

"As an exchange."

That was all he would give her. He let her go, not moving an inch as he dropped his hands to the side while his gaze raked her from her lips to the junction between her thighs. 

"Now you'll undress."

The command in his voice compelled her to hook her fingers in the straps of her gown. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath, only tights and the sequin gown over it. The smooth linen inside the gown caressed her breasts as it slid down her body, pooling around her ankles. 

Luca's eyes followed it before his dark eyes came to rest on her breasts, causing her dark nipples to pucker under his gaze like raisins on pudding. 

He lifted his hand, hovering it in front of her heaving breast, tempting her with the heat of his hand. Fran nearly lost control waiting for him to touch her. Her eyes begged for him to make the contact. He saw the pleading in her eyes and his response to that was to drop his hand, nearly causing her to cry for him, but he surprised her by going down on her, smoothly pulling her tights and panties as he did. 

Fran was tempted to drop her hands to cover herself. She stepped out of them. 

Luca cast her underwear aside, rose and led her to the bed. He turned her in his arms, away from the bed, so that her bare bum was pressed into his erection. His palms caressed her flesh as his hands went under her arms so that he could weigh her breasts in his palms - he liked how soft they felt - and squeezed them. 

"How flexible are you, my sweet?" He whispered in her ear. 

She licked her lips. His erection was evident on her bum, strong and hard. She wanted to ground her bum in it, wanted to feel it slap against her thigh. "Pretty flexible."

He pressed her into his groin briefly before stepping back to sit on the bed. "Touch your toes," he ordered, his breath warmed her ass. Yet all she felt were chills and the thrill of sin on her flesh. 

Fran bent from the waist, reaching her toes. Doing so exposed her to him - completely, without the barriers of her flimsy underwear. With shaky fingers she reached for her ankles, closing them around her delicate bones. 

She felt his breath on her bare bum, in between her legs, along her slit and the rim of her hole. He was so close, so near, yet it wasn't close enough. He was teasing her yet again. He leaned in close to kiss her close to her dewy slit, blowing gently on her engorged nub. 

Fran's knees buckled. 

"Stay still. You'll enjoy this as much as I will," he promised a moment before his mouth finally closed over her creaming flesh. 

Fran moaned as his warm mouth covered her. 

It was beyond good. Words could not describe how delicious the wet feel of his tongue sliding over her throbbing slit felt. He sucked and licked a fiery path down to pull at her tight nub. 

Bent over the way she was, Fran went dizzy. All the blood in her body seemed to be in two places at once; her clit and her head. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't pause enough to draw a breath before he delivered another stroke with his tongue. His strong fingers pulled the globes of her ass apart and his tongue pierced her channel, swirling and tasting every last drop of her essence. 

Fran cried out. She nearly lost her balance. 

Luca reached for one ankle, grabbed her hand and led it to her clit forcing her to play with the tiny nub of pleasure. He watched while she played at his command, grounding his teeth against the swell of his cock in his pants. He watched her face too, saw her eyes roll back. She was struggling to stay bent over, struggling to stay balanced. 

He returned to her creaming flesh, sucking and licking gently at first and then forcefully, hungry for more and more of her. 

She cried uncontrollably, moaning, crying and begging. Her knees could not hold up anymore. She would have fallen if he had not grabbed her hips and pushed her into his face until she tightened, and her walls sprang apart, causing violent quakes in her body. 

Her knees finally gave out, and she nearly collapsed head first, but Luca was there to catch her. She shook in his arms, crying with her eyes closed while her legs shook with the tremors. Her fingers clutched his shirt, nearly digging into his flesh. 

Luca rose from his place on the bed with her in his arms. Turning, he laid her on the bed, unbuckled her shoes and cast them aside. He rose to his full height, his gaze raking her supple body with lust. Desire shone in his eyes when it met her pink quivering flesh. 

He wanted more, but that would have to wait for later. Right now he needed to bury himself inside her. 

From beneath her lashes Fran saw the swirl of desire in his eyes, his gaze pinning her onto the bed. Her body screamed in ecstasy and longed for more. 

She watched him shrug off his jacket, cast it aside. He popped his collar, cuffs and his buttons, shrugged off his shirt and cast it aside. Next were his pants. 

Fran didn't blink.

Luca liked that. 

Her eyes watched his belt slide through the loopholes of his pants and his zipper slide open. His pants came off with his boxer shorts and his penis sprang from between his thighs, nestled in a nest of dark curls. 

He was huge. He had girth. Jay had been huge as well and if she hadn't been so busy she would have explored her limits with him, but now she worried that Luca wouldn't fit. 

Her eyes remained on the strong, veined piece bobbing between his thighs as he climbed the bed, hooked his arms behind her knees and pushed her deeper into the bed. 

She rose on her elbows, her eyes widening now as she finally tore her gaze from his cock to his face. "W- wait... I don't think..."

Luca didn't give her time to think. Spreading her knees wide with his strong thighs, he took his place between her thighs, placed the head of his cock at her entrance and, without warning, slammed into her. 

Fran's head rolled back into the pillows, a tight groan escaping her throat, her fists clutched the sheets tightly as he drove in inch after inch, pounding her soft flesh relentlessly. There was no warning, no words as he slammed into her again and again, groaning into her flesh as he buried his face in her neck. 

He didn't give her a moment to breathe or adapt to his size, yet her body expanded to receive him, forced by the intrusion of his large, demanding cock. Her slippery walls clenched tightly to its firm length. 

Luca groaned. She felt so good. Her channel was just as wet, hot and tight as he had imagined. Night after night he watched her dance, and he wondered if her body was as soft and supple as it was in his dreams. If her p*ssy creamed as he imagined. 

It was even better. The wet heat stretching and constricting as he delivered stroke after stroke curled his toes. 

Reaching beneath her, he grabbed her ass, spread her cheeks apart and pounded even harder until the bed bounced and the springs creaked.

Her moans were music to his ears, no longer a cry of pain but of pleasure as he stretched her to her limits. She wrapped her legs around his waist, matching his rhythm with the passion of a Wildcat, her arms wound around his neck with her fingers digging into his skin. 

She learned fast, and he realized he wanted to show her more, teach her more. 

As he thrust into her again, and again he thought to himself 'You are mine. Mine, angel, mine.'

He felt her tighten, felt her fingers dig even harder, nearly breaking skin as she threw her head back and exploded again, crying out loud as she did. 

It was more than he could take. Driving in with a force that completely emptied his lungs, he exploded inside her, coating her insides with his cum. With a loud groan, he collapsed on top of her, his cock still jerking inside her. 

Fran whimpered, squeezing her legs together on his waist to stay the tremors in her body.

The wild beat of their hearts merged into one, slowing gradually like the tick of a clock. 

Luca squeezed his arms around her. He couldn't believe it, but for the first time in months he was spent, too tired to turn her over for a new lesson. But the night was still young, he had a lot to teach his pretty butterfly.