Chapter 4: A Little Fun At The Fountain
Luca's POV
"I'll be in the study," I said and left the room.
I didn't know I told her, but something in me wanted her to act out.
I liked how surprised she was wherever I did something she didn't expect. I wanted to keep her guessing.
I walked to my table, my eyes scanning the room.The stack of documents on the table waited for me.
I swiftly got to work, reviewing and signing some contracts. The financial reports looked good. I checked the casino's updates, satisfied with the results.
But after some time, I found myself thinking of Seraphina. She had the gentle look that pulled you in, but I sensed she was holding back.
She seemed different from the lady who tried to run away from her wedding. I had someone in her family keep a close watch on her for years.
I sighed, pushing away the file in front of me. What was she doing now? Probably sulking somewhere or finding ways to challenge me later. I found her interesting, and wanted to see how long she could hold up.
I closed the files, wanting a break. Standing up, I stretched my arms, and left the study.
The house was quiet, as I walked through the long corridors. Only my footsteps echoed. My eyes caught the guards talking. They flinched when they saw me and I waved at them to continue.
I stepped outside, taking notice of the midday sun shining on the fountain.
Then I saw her.
Seraphina stood at the edge of the fountain, her back to me. She stood on the stone barefoot. What was she up to now? Her hands reached for her dress and she gently pulled it over her head, revealing a tiny bikini.
I smiled, my breathing slowing as I stared at her body. The bikini did little to nothing to cover her cheeks.
My eyes traced her glowing pale skin. They were inviting and tempting. She had been hiding those curves under oversized dresses. She slowly dipped one foot in testing the water's temperature before diving in.
She hadn't noticed me yet. I smirked as an idea struck me. I quietly walked forward, taking off my shoes. My fingers slowly unbuttoned my shirt, and let it slide to the floor. I reached for my trousers zip when her head suddenly turned.
Her chest bounces and my eyes focused on the melons. She quickly wiped the water from her face, and her eyes locked on mine.
"Luca!" she shrieked, crossing her arms over her chest.
Her reaction only amused me further. "Don't stop on my account," I teased.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded, moving backwards. Her cheeks turned pink. She was in for more shock because I wasn't done with her.
I let my trousers drop to the ground, leaving me in nothing but my boxers. "It's my villa. I go wherever I want."
Her eyes darted over me, lingering for a moment too long before snapping back to my face. "I was enjoying myself alone."
"Were you?" I asked, stepping closer. The water lapped at her knees as she edged further into the fountain. "And here I thought you might enjoy the company."
Her gaze flickered to my chest, then back to my eyes. She didn't reply, but her body betrayed her, she was tense, her breaths coming quicker.
I smirked and stepped into the fountain, the cool water rising around my legs. She turned, about to escape, but I caught her wrist.
"Let me go," she said, her voice shaky.
"Why?" I pulled her closer, the gap between us shrinking. She stumbled, her hands landing on my chest for balance.
"Th...this is...let me go," she stuttered.
"You're my wife. Do I have to remind you." I answered.
Her eyes darted away, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. That small action sent a wave of heat through me, and I couldn't resist leaning in closer. "You're nervous," I murmured. "Why?"
"I'm not," she said, though her trembling fingers said otherwise.
I released her wrist, my hand trailing down to her waist. Her breath hitched as my thumb brushed against her bare skin. Slowly, I traced small circles, my touch light and deliberate.
"Luca…" she warned, her voice faltering.
"Yes?" I asked, my lips dangerously close to her ear.
"You're..."
"Making you nervous?" I interrupted, my fingers tightening slightly on her waist. "Or something else?"
Her silence spoke volumes. She blushed, slightly parting her lips as my finger traced her ribs. She quivered, but didn't pull away, giving me the permission to continue.
"You should stop," she whispered, though there was no force behind her words.
"Tell me to, and I will."
Her eyes met mine, wide and uncertain. I could see the conflict raging within her mind telling her to run, her body wanting to stay. I leaned closer, my nose brushing against her temple, and I felt her shiver.
"Luca…" she said again, softer this time.
"Yes, dear?" I whispered, my voice dripping with mockery and something darker.
She tried to step back, but the fountain offered no escape. I let my hand travel further down, tracing the curve of her hip. Her breath hitched, her hands gripping my shoulders now.
"You're playing with fire," she said, her voice trembling.
"Good," I said. "Let's see if you burn."
She pushed against me weakly, her hands pressing against my chest. But I didn't let go. Instead, I lifted my other hand to her jaw, tilting her face up to mine. Her lips were so close, tempting me, daring me.
"You can't keep doing this," she said, her breath rising.
"Doing what?" I asked, letting my thumb brush against her bottom lip. She gasped at the contact, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and desire.
"This," she whispered, her breath warm against my skin.
I smirked. "I think you like it."
Before she could respond, she moved, trying to twist free. But in her struggle, she lost her balance, falling against me. Our lips collided, the unintentional kiss sending a shockwave through both of us.
Neither of us moved. She pulled away, but my grip tightened around her waist.
I held her face, deepening the kiss. Her hands punched at my chest, but died down as she began to respond. Her tongue fighting for dominance. I liked this part of her.
My hand moved down, grabbing her butt, pressing her closer to me.
Her soft skin felt great on my hand. I wanted more. I felt the heat rising in my body and I softly bit her lip. She moaned, giving my tongue access.
When my hands moved downwards from her face to her neck, she pulled back. Her eyes widened in panic.
"Luca…" she whispered.
I didn't let go. "You should have run faster," I said, my voice low.