- RORY -
"What did I say about people seeing you in my shirts, fiore?" Luciano asks from the door, his voice a deep silk. Then he stalks over to me while I watch the big mysterious Italian-looking guy leave after Dex.
"Is that one of your men?" I ask, ignoring the question. Because he knows what I said about being controlling over clothes. Not that these are my clothes, but still.
Luci walks up directly behind me, arms caging me in against the island, and leans close to my ear. "Yes, and I don't appreciate him seeing you like this."
I scoff and look down at the generous-sized dress shirt, but just as I do Luci presses himself into me and nibbles at my ear. He's firm and warm, and having him surround me like this is the perfect feeling. He molds around me just right, clicking into place against my shape like a puzzle piece that's been missing.
