Signed To The Mafia King - Chapter 28: Chapter 28

ALINA
I was so mad I could barely see straight. My head felt like it would explode, my teeth chattered from the force of my anger, and my hands were shaking at my sides.
“What the fuck was that, Luca?” The words were heavy. I had never been so angry in my life. If I had, I didn't remember.
Luca just stood there, watching me with a small smile on his face. He smirked. Like this was a joke.
Like I was a joke.
I stepped forward, stabbing a finger into his chest. “I had it covered. You didn’t need to swoop in and take over my meeting.”
He had made me feel weak for a moment. I had been feeling so proud of myself for subduing Roberto, and he had come in at the last moment and made it about Luca, The Monster.
Now all the men would remember, was how Luca had saved the day. I barely stopped myself from slapping his stupidly broad chest.
His lips were shaking, his beautiful eyes dark with the laughter he didn't allow to slip past his lips. “Swoop in?”
“Yes! Swoop in,” I snapped. “I told you to stay away!”
I felt like my skin was burning. The way he was looking at me, so calm, so relaxed, like none of this mattered; it made me want to scream.
I turned on my heel, my shoes slamming against the floor as I almost ran to the door. I pulled it open, my breath coming too fast. “Get out.”
Luca moved towards me. He didn't rush the way I wished he would though. I wanted him out of my office. Who had even told him I was here? Pietro wouldn't, so who had?
When he reached me, he didn’t stop.
He stepped right into my space, his chest brushing mine, his body pushing me against the doorframe.
I had to lift my chin up to glare at him. My breath hitched, my chest heaving from the force of my anger.
His head dropped against mine. “I’m the only one who gives commands, Little Sunshine.”
I sucked in a breath, my fingers tight around the door handle. His words made me hot all over. It was fury, frustration, something I didn’t want to name.
Then he dropped his hands to my chest.
I gasped, my whole body waking as his palms cupped both of my breasts, his fingers pressing in just enough to make my pulse unsteady.
I grabbed his wrists, my heart slamming against my ribs. “Luca,” I warned, sounding as angry as I could. My voice was sharp enough to cut steel.
He didn’t let go. Didn't even act like he had heard me.
He bent his head, his nose dragging along the space between my breasts, inhaling deeply like he could breathe me in, draw me into his lungs.
Fire burned low in my stomach. I hated it. Hated that my body still responded to him, even when I was furious.
I shoved his arms away, slapping them. “Back away from me.”
Luca ignored me, his thumbs brushing over my nipples through my clothes, sending an unwelcome thrill through me that I liked.
That was it.
I raised my foot and stamped down on his.
Luca grunted as he sucked in a deep breath, his body tensing for a split second. Then, without warning, his teeth bit into my breast.
A cry ripped from my throat. The bite made my body clench, made my breathing ragged and hard. Too hard and fast. I felt dangerously alive.
I wanted to push him away, I wanted to drag him in, I needed him to stop, I wanted him to bite me again.
I felt excitement.
Hurt.
Want.
Need.
I barely had a second to react before he reached for my blazer, unbuttoning it, his knuckles brushing my stomach.
“You should be grateful,” he murmured, dragging his fingers down my sides. “The men will never doubt you now.”
I forced air into my lungs, slapping his wrists again, trying to shove him back. “I want it by my own strength.”
Luca lifted his eyes to mine. They were full of lust. I could read hunger on his face like a book.
His lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Then you should never have married me.”
His fingers were shaking against my waist, pressing in just enough to make me very aware of the heat of his palms.
His next words made me go ice cold and warm at the same time.
“Because whatever belongs to me, I protect.”
Dragging air into my lungs became a problem. My breathing was too shallow, too fast. His face was too close, his body locking me against the door, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.
“I’m not yours,” I hissed.
Luca’s lips kissed my forehead like he hadn't even heard me.
His voice was soft, but his words were steel.
“Your name is Alina Marino.” His fingers jerked my waist into his hard cock. “You are mine.”
My breath came fast, chest rising and falling as I stared at Luca. “How did you find me?”
Luca’s hands tightened on my hips, his hold firm, possessive. “I made my father tell me.”
My fingers curled into fists. “And how the hell does your father know about my family’s safe house?”
Luca’s lips brushed my jaw as he spoke, his voice dark and rough. “My father knows everything.”
His mouth trailed lower, heat burning into my skin. Before I could push him away, his hands slid under my thighs, and in the next second, I was in his arms.
“Luca stop!”
He didn’t stop.
He kicked the door shut behind us and locked it.
Then he carried me straight to the table. My back hit the wood, my legs wrapping around his waist on instinct.
My heart slammed against my ribs as his body pressed into mine, solid and hot, making me dizzy.
He kissed me, rough and deep, his hands tearing open my blazer. Buttons popped, but neither of us cared.
His lips moved down my neck, sucking, biting, his hands pulling me closer, tighter, dragging me into him like he needed me as much as he needed air.
I gasped when his lips found my breast, his tongue circling my nipple before he pulled it into his mouth.
My back arched off the table. I couldn’t stop the sound that pulled from my throat, couldn’t stop my fingers from digging into his hair.
I was burning. Everywhere.
His hands moved lower, dragging the waistband of my pants, pulling. I was barely aware of it, barely felt anything except his mouth on me, his body pressing down, his heat sinking into my skin.
My lips brushed his ear. My voice was rough, a tone I had never heard before. “I want you inside me.”
Luca stopped. His breath was harsh against my skin. Then his hands sank into my waist, dragging me to the very edge of the table.
He pulled my pants down, his knuckles stroking my thighs as he did.
Then his fingers went to his belt.
My chest rose and fell hard, my pulse thundering.
I saw his throat move as he swallowed.
Was he really about to fuck me here?