Signed To The Mafia King - Chapter 71: Chapter 71

LUCA
I jumped.
The water swallowed me whole, the shock of cold slicing through my clothes, dragging them against my skin. My Armani shoes felt heavier instantly, but I didn’t care.
I surfaced in time to see Alina’s wide eyes before she gasped and sank under the water again.
I chuckled. “How long do you plan on hiding with me inside the water?”
She didn't reply. I heard the sound of her swimming away and I followed it, laughing so she could hear me behind her.
This was fun and relaxing. My morning hadn't been fun. I'd had meeting after meeting with my men who weren't too pleased that I was keeping Valerie in the house.
But I had convinced them it was either that, or Valerie would die in three days and I wasn't risking that.
I narrowed my eyes suddenly. Alina was trying to escape.
Was this going to become a challenge?
I pushed off the floor and swarm toward her, but she was fast, maybe too fast. She swam toward the other end of the pool, her legs moving very fast.
I grinned and followed, pushing against the resistance of my soaked clothes.
She reached the edge first and made the mistake of looking back.
I was already waiting.
Her eyes widened as she twisted her body, flipping around to swim back the way she came. I gave her a two-second head start before launching after her.
She wasn’t going to win.
I grabbed her waist before she could reach the other end, pulling her against me. She gasped, twisting in my hold, but my hand was firm.
She glared at me, her lips parting to say something, but all I could focus on was the way her chest pressed against mine, the heat of her skin against the coolness of mine.
Her bikini was a joke.
Thin strings barely held the fabric in place, leaving too much skin exposed, and now, wet, the material was almost like a second skin.
My pulse kicked up and galloped faster.
I let my fingers skim along the curve of her waist, feeling the way her breath became harder and faster. Her hands pressed against my chest, but she didn’t push me away.
I smirked. “You lost.”
She lifted her chin. “I wasn’t racing.”
“Liar.”
Her lips parted, a retort forming, but I didn’t let her speak. I closed the distance, brushing my mouth against hers.
She was sofy, warm, and wet.
She stopped for a second and I thought she would pull away, but instead, she moved faster and kissed me back.
A slow, deliberate press of her lips against mine, testing, tasting. Her fingers curled against my chest, nails pressing into the fabric.
I growled, deepening the kiss, tilting her head, and sliding my tongue against hers.
She shivered. Not from the cold.
Her arms wrapped around my neck, and I lifted her slightly, pressing her against the wall of the pool. The water moved around us, droplets on her skin like tiny crystals.
I stroked the line of her spine, following it down, feeling the way she arched slightly into my touch.
“Luca…” Her voice was breathless, barely a whisper.
I didn’t answer. Instead, I kissed down the curve of her neck, tasting the faint salt of the water, feeling the way her pulse raced under my lips.
Her thighs tightened around me.
I slid my hand between her legs, fingers teasing, testing. She gasped, her head falling back against the edge of the pool.
“You’re already wet,” I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear.
She shuddered. “We’re in a pool, you idiot.”
I chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.”
She made a sound, half-annoyed, half-desperate, but she didn’t stop me.
I pressed my fingers against her folds, rubbing my thumb against her in slow circles. She tensed, her hands tightening on my shoulders, her breath turning into soft gasps.
I wanted to hear more of that. My cock was getting heavier in my pants. This was exactly what I had hoped would happen when I fell asleep last night.
I stroked a finger inside her, feeling the way she clenched around me. Her thighs trembled. Her nails dug into my skin.
“Luca…” She moaned, her eyes closing as she enjoyed my finger inside her.
I kissed her again, swallowing her moan as I added another finger, thrusting deeper, curling just right.
She broke.
Her body tensed, her back arching, her lips opening as she cried out loudly.
She came, hard and fast, her wetness staining my fingers as her body went tight like a warm glove around my fingers.
I groaned, barely restraining myself from taking her right there, inside the pool.
She sagged against me, her breathing uneven, her hands still holding my shoulders to stay standing.
I pressed my forehead against hers, letting the moment settle.
Then, smirking, I whispered, “Told you I’d win.”
Her body was still trembling against mine, her breath ragged as she came down from the high I’d just given her. I didn’t move away.
I liked the way she felt against me. She was soft, warm, completely undone. Her nails were still biting into my skin even though she was no longer tense.
I pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss against the side of her throat, feeling her pulse hammer against my lips.
“You’re dangerous,” she murmured, her voice a little shaky.
I chuckled. “You only just figured that out?”
Her laugh was breathless, but it faded when I tightened my grip on her hips, keeping her exactly where I wanted her. My soaked clothes clung to my skin, the water still rippling around us, but none of it mattered.
Only her.
Alina.
Her lips were swollen from my kisses, her pupils blown wide, her hair slicked back from the water. She looked wrecked in the most beautiful way.
I wanted more.
I leaned in, brushing my nose against hers. “Want to know something?”
She blinked, still hazy. “What?”
I dragged my mouth down the line of her jaw, my voice dropping lower. “I’m not finished with you.”
Her breath hitched.