Melody Anne's Billionaire Universe: Devoured (Kindle Worlds Novella) (7 page)

“No,” he agreed. “I don’t.” When she choked at his answer, his broad shoulders moved in a Gallic shrug. “I do not wish to lie to you.” He reached for her again, his fingers encircling her wrist, and then with a quick firm tug, he had her falling against him.

“Luca!” But before she could figure her next move, he had already scooped her into his lap and his mouth was already bearing down on hers. Vivian’s eyes widened and she automatically placed her hands against his chest, intending to push him away.

But again, she was too late.

His mouth swooped down on hers, tongue driving in to claim her, and the heat and passion in his kiss drove all thoughts of resistance away. In an instant, she went from wanting more distance to wanting him closer.

Closer and closer
, she thought dizzily, until their bodies touched like the last time---

As if hearing her silent plea, she felt Luca’s hands move down, cupping her buttocks before using it to push her firmly towards him, squashing her breasts against the rock-hard wall of his chest. She whimpered against his kiss when she felt her nipples prickle into life, and he growled back before kissing her even more deeply.

Her need for him became a wild, hungry urge that had her moving restlessly in his arms, and she found herself instinctively rubbing herself against him, moving up and down as she started to crave the throbbing pressure of his erection against the folds of her femininity.

Luca didn’t know how it happened, but somehow the seducer had become the seduced. The way Vivian rubbed herself against him was incredibly arousing, causing his usually iron control to slip and his arousal to rise unabated. He groaned at the way she was grinding herself over his erection, harder and harder, just the way he liked it, and every second that passed he was coming closer and closer to losing his grip on sanity.

She was all womanly power now, and even the way she kissed was of a natural-born temptress, her tongue moving coyly against his, and he found himself sucking hard on her lip and then her tongue.

She let out another whimper, and his control broke. Tearing his mouth from hers, he pushed her blouse up, pulled her bra down, and started sucking on her nipple.

“L-Luca!”

His name on her lips was a choked whisper, unbelievably sexy, but he wanted more.

Lifting his head, he grated out, “I want to hear you scream, Vivi.”

“But---”

He didn’t heed her protest, knowing that in the end she would do what he wanted – which he knew was what she wanted as well. She might just be too innocent to be aware of it yet.

He started sucking on her nipple again while fondling her other breast. When she started to buckle against his mouth, he sucked even harder, knowing that it would only be a few moments---

“Luca.”

And this time, she did scream his name, the same time she reached out to clutch his head by the hair and push her nipple deeper into his mouth.

“Luca, please. Please.” His name both became a plea and a chant, and it was the most arousing sound he had ever heard in his life. To reward her for giving him what he wanted, he slid his free hand behind the waistband of her loose uniform pants, and slowly he started to stroke her folds against the wet cotton.

She buckled once more, this time against his hand, and he started stroking her faster, wanting her to come.

“L-Luca…” The way she was trying to catch her breath told him she was near, and he moved his thumb up to press gently down on her small bud of pleasure. When Vivian arched her body with a gasp, he bit her nipple hard, and her grip on his hair tightened almost painfully.

“Lucaaaaaaa!”

Her body jerked and shuddered as she started to come, and he moved his fingers even more quickly to prolong her pleasure. When it was all over, she slumped against him, and he gently released her nipple from his mouth.

“Oh, Luca.” A faint, tired whimper as she curled against his chest, and his lips curved, thinking that his Vivi was very much like a kitten at that moment.

She jerked when he pulled his hand out of her pants, and when her gaze fluttered open, he held her eyes captive as he tasted the few drops of her cum by licking his fingers.

Vivian shuddered at the sight. It was almost too painfully erotic, if that made sense.

“I intend to do this to you every day---”

What?

“Probably more than once---”

What?

“Starting today,” he continued, “and the time or place won’t matter to me.”

What?

“If I have need for you, like I do now---” Almost on cue, she felt his erection twitch against her still-sensitive folds, and she bit back a moan at the reminder that he was still so large and hard under her.

“I will call for you, and you will come for me.” The words were spoken almost languidly, but in his gaze was a fierce gleam of possessiveness that Vivian somehow felt unable to deny.

She heard herself whisper, “Yes.”

Luca’s lips curved. “Good.” His tone turning silky, he murmured, “And so I shall leave it to you then. Knowing what I expect from you and what you may expect from me---”

Vivian stiffened as his fingers grazed the side of her neck before slowly trailing downward, his touch becoming increasingly tantalizing as it moved over her swollen breasts. As his fingers encircled her nipples, he asked, “Are you certain you have any objections to the fact that I shall make an announcement today?”

“Umm…” She could barely understand a word he was saying, with the way he was now playing with her nipples, alternately pinching it between his fingers and soothing the pink tip with feather-soft strokes.

The movement stopped. “If I don’t make an announcement now, and they see you come and go from my office frequently, they might think you’re my---”

Understanding dawned, and her cheeks heating, she said hastily, “Y-you can make the announcement.”

He kissed the top of her head, murmuring, “I thought you’d say that.”

Even as her toes curled at the tender gesture, she mumbled half-resentfully, “You’re too manipulative.”

His mouth moved to the side, and she shivered uncontrollably when she suddenly felt his tongue lick her ear. “Not manipulative, Vivi,” he said softly. “I simply know what I want, and I prefer not to waste time in getting it.”

When the car stopped in front of the building’s revolving doors, Luca stepped out first, but instead of following him out, Vivian tried pulling the door shut. Startled, he kept the door open and bent down to peer at her inside.

“Why aren’t you coming out?”

Vivian stared at him like he was mad. “I thought you wanted your driver to drop you off first, then he’ll take me to my first job.”

Ah.
Shaking his head, he murmured, “I apologize. I forgot to let you know that I already spoke with your other employer.”

She gaped, asking faintly, “E-excuse me?”

“He understands the change in your circumstances and wishes us well in our new life together.”

“But---” Even as she started to protest his high-handedness, Luca was already gently but firmly pulling her out of the limousine, and Vivian tried not to cringe at the way all eyes immediately swung towards them.

She looked up at Luca, expecting him to at least feel marginally self-conscious at the way they were attracting attention, but his handsome face only had its usual impassive expression.

Seeing the way Vivian was staring at them, Luca raised a brow, asking, “What is it?” He curved an arm around her waist as he spoke and led her towards the revolving doors. He felt her trying to inch away from him, which of course only made him pull her even closer.

“They think it’s odd I’m with you,” he heard her mumble under her breath.

He drawled silkily, “And I should care about what strangers think because?”

If he put it that way, then of course she wouldn’t have any good answer for that
, Vivian thought ruefully. Stealing another furtive look at him, she couldn’t help but be impressed at how his arrogance seemed not to have suffered one bit even though everyone they passed was clearly thinking he was crazy for dating someone like her – a plain, boring cleaner---

As they walked, Luca suddenly lowered his head and whispered into her ear, “I can hear you putting yourself down, Vivi, and I forbid it.”

She nearly stumbled in surprise. “W-what?”

He eyed her shrewdly. “Am I not correct?”

Vivian bit her lip. “It’s just…I don’t even blame them for what they’re thinking. You and me, it doesn’t make sense---” She stopped speaking mid-sentence when she realized where they were heading.

Oh, fudge.

“Luca, I don’t---”

But it was too late. Luca had already stopped in front of reception, forcing Vivian to stop beside him – as well as come face to face with the very same blonde receptionist who had treated her condescendingly yesterday. She then felt Luca’s arm drop from her waist, making Vivian blink in confusion. After making such a show of possessiveness, he was letting go of her now…why?

Ida was busy texting under the reception counter when a shadow fell over her, forcing her to look up. Shock had Ida dropping her phone when she realized that it was her employer standing right in front of her, but she recovered quickly enough, straightening with a smile as she pushed her breasts as far out as she could.

“Good morning, Mr. Valencia,” Ida simpered just before she noticed the girl standing impossibly close to the Italian billionaire. Oh my God, wasn’t this the cleaner yesterday who had the audacity to give her added work? What did she think she was doing, clinging to Luca Valencia like some desperate leech?

Fluttering her lashes at her boss, Ida said with a sigh, “I am so sorry you had to be bothered in such a way, Mr. Valencia.” When the billionaire nodded, Ida shot the cleaner a triumphant look, now feeling perfectly assured that she had read the situation correctly, but when she turned back to face her boss, her lips were curved in a helpful smile, and her tone was just the right touch of concern as she asked, “Would you like me to call security, sir?” The last one, however, was spoken in a suggestive tone, Ida unable to resist the chance of coming on to someone who was the embodiment of her ideal man: handsome, sexy, and most importantly of all, loaded beyond her wildest imaginations.

“Yes, please,” Luca murmured. “Let them know that I would like to have someone escorted for sexual harassment.”

Vivian’s eyebrows shot up.

Ida’s gaze glittered. “I’ll make the call right now, sir.” When it was done, she reported in a sweet, dutiful voice, “They’re on their way, Mr. Valencia.”

“Good. Women who think they can get their way and have men falling for them simply by flashing some skin and acting aggressive are delusional and pathetic.” Gazing at the blonde under hooded lids, Luca drawled silkily, “Do you not think so, Miss---”

“Ida, Mr. Valencia,” the receptionist supplied before adding throatily, “But you can call me whatever you want, sir. After all, I’m here to do your every command.” Out of the corner of her eye, Ida noticed the way the cleaner was gaping at her, and she shot the other woman a nasty look before turning back to the billionaire and gushing, “You’re also absolutely right, Mr. Valencia. It’s just so gross, the way some women---” She inclined her head towards the cleaner. “Overestimate their
beauty,”
Ida finished with a roll of her eyes.

“Quite so,” Luca averred and stepped to the side as security arrived.

Oh, this will be so bad,
Vivian thought and turned her uneasy gaze towards the floor.

Oh, this will be so good,
Ida thought and smiled nastily at the way the cleaner lowered her head and avoided everyone’s stares.

“Inform HR that I have been subjected to improper advances and that I suggest immediate termination,” Luca murmured.

When the billionaire gestured towards her, Ida’s smile widened, thinking that she was about to be introduced as the woman who had helped him deal with his pathetic and delusional admirer.

“Make sure that she’s not allowed back in here for whatever reason or in any premises under my ownership.” Luca curved his arm around Vivian. “Shall we go?”

Ida’s smile froze on her lips.

A moment later, security had gotten around the reception counter, with one of them saying stoically, “Please gather your belongings and allow us to escort you to HR.”

“No, you’ve got it wrong,” Ida snapped. “I’m not the one---” She turned towards the billionaire and the cleaner. “It’s her---”

Hearing that, Luca raised a brow. “Do you have a problem with my fiancée?”

Ida whitened.

Luca shook his head and turned away from her. Pulling Vivian closer to him, he said in a voice that was neither loud nor soft but one that was just right for everyone to hear, “It’s an unfortunate fact,
cara,
but experience has taught me that the world is filled with many unpleasant women exactly like her. Please do me a favor and promise to stay away from such trash.”

A screech of rage followed Luca’s words, and unable to help it, Vivian looked back over her shoulder and flinched when she saw the other woman actually
climbing
over the counter in her desperate need to get to them. Hatred flashing in her gaze, she sped towards Vivian and Luca, clearly intent on inflicting harm---