Dangerous Desires

CHAPTER NINE

LILY.

I stir on my bed stretching my hands over my head and yawning with my mouth open. I drowsily open my eyes and rise to a sitting position. My head is throbbing from last night. I close my eyes shut trying to recall the events of the previous day.

Kiss. Party. Drinks. Fight. Arrest.

I groan and jump off from my head. Drawing down the curtain and squinting as the harsh sunlight invade my bedroom. I stretch my hands and yawn again before settling back on my bed.

Luca was arrested last night for battery, affray and attempted murder. Despite his cold demeanor, I knew he was jealous when he saw me with that boy. Maybe I wanted to make him mad for calling me a messy virgin but I didn't know how dangerous he could get when he was angry.

The moment Luca did the thoughtful act of defending me from an inappropriate proposition. I felt something light and velvety flutter in my stomach. A butterfly. Then a thousand butterflies started fluttering in my stomach for Luca.

I cried all the way to jail in an Uber. But the moment I arrived, I was greeted by a very angry Luca. Well, Luca is always angry and gloomy and I know it has something to do with his past which he never talks about. But he has never directed his anger to me, my dad or any member of my family for that matter. Last night was different, he was angrier than usual. He was angry at me. He kept on cursing, and swearing, and saying so many mean things to me. It hurt and all the butterflies in my stomach died instantly.

I couldn't stand his grumpiness, so I left him there and called my dad. When I returned home I had no idea on the state of events. I started worrying and crying stupidly like a baby over a man who didn't give s**t about me. I didn't sleep until my dad returned home. And my dad being the best lawyer in New York made sure Luca didn't spend the night in jail.

I'm washing my face in my bathroom and Luca is still in my head. I dry my face with a towel and stare at my reflection in the mirror, my lips. The memory of Luca lips on mine comes flooding back into my head. His kiss was so sweet...and perfect. I have zero regrets for making him my first kiss. I literally saw fireworks and felt rockets taking off in my head.

But he felt nothing.

He makes me feel...the chills and the burns. I have no idea when it all begun but I'm sure as hell not going to let it end. I carelessly throw the face towel in a bowl and start running out of my room. A thought crosses my mind. I come to a halt.

I haven't brushed my teeth and I'm running over to Luca's place. What if he tries recreating the kiss? Is not like I want him to kiss me again. Oh, who am I kidding. I want Luca to kiss me like his job depends on it and he needs a raise. I want us to do more than kissing.

I smack myself on the head. This is my least favorite trophe. The-good-girl-can't-have-the-bad-boy-but-she-wants-him-anyways.

I love my male leads to be kind, loving and caring but here I am drooling over my insanely hot and very arrogant 24 years old next door neighbor who absolutely wants nothing sexually to do with me, because in his eyes I'm a child.

But oh well, there's no stopping now, I'm goner. I will have him, not just a one night stand but a real relationship. I want to experiment and see how far this goes.

Luca is the only one who let me sit between his legs and rant endlessly about my day while he listened attentively, the only one that called mi eterna, and rained kisses on my face every time no one was watching. The only man who gave me attention and ruthlessly fought off any guy that tried touching me.

I don't know how I will do it, but I believe my favorite romance authors won't mind me stealing a few tricks from their books because if there's anything I've wanted this bad, was well, dancing and my dad said I can't be a dancer. He won't let me dance.

But that's what he says, and I say what I say. I want Luca. I want to a dancer. I've failed everything I've ever tried to do. I've always been rejected but these two things are the basic things I must have in my life. There's too much at stake. If I fail again that means I'm a looser and I will always be a loser for the rest of my life. I can't loose. Not these two goals.

I hurrily brush my teeth and gloss my lips before sprinting out of my room and into the kitchen. I don't bother changing my nightgown because the last time I was in Luca's bed. I noticed how his hungry gaze approved my nightgown, even though it only lasted a few seconds before he wore back his mask. I know he's attracted to me, and if he's not going to act on it. I will.

"Good morning mummy." I hug my mom before bending Infront Isabella who is sitting in a trolley and smiling at me with her incomplete set of teeth.

"Good morning sweetheart." My mom answers my greetings.

The smell of freshly baked cookies fills the air that means there's cookies for me to steal for Luca.

"You slept in late today. And you're a morning person." My mom glance at me before returning her focus to the meal that she is preparing.

I caress Isabella's black hair before glancing at the clock. Surprise registers on my face. "Past 11. How did I sleep this late."

My mom push a stray lock of blonde hair behind her ear while smiling a knowing smile. Now I'm curious. What does she know?

Sometimes I tease my dad telling him that his gene is weak, if not for Lily's black hair there would have been nothing his children took after him. My mom hair is blonde. My hair is blonde. Her eyes are blue. My eyes are blue. Isabella eyes are blue.

I smooth Isabella hair one more time before leaving her side and standing beside my mom.

"Why are you staring at me?" Mom shoots me an accusing look.

"Nothing." Chill. I'm about to steal your cookies.

"Whisk the eggs with the cream until the mixture thickens. Let me collect something from the store." Mom hands me a bowl.

I grudgingly collect the bowl and start whisking while my mom damps her palms on a hand towel. She heads for the store and the moment she locks the door behind her, I stop whisking and push the bowl to the far end of the counter.

I signal Isabella to remain quiet. She grins at me because she knows what I'm about to do, she has witnessed me do it so many times before but she has never told on me. Oh wait, she can't talk but either way I think she is a good alley. I pick a polythene bag, grab a handful of cookies, and toss into the bag.

"Lily are you done?" My eyes widen in panic. I can't think of a lie as I hear my mom footsteps approaching. So, I quickly jump with the bag in hand and print out of the kitchen and into the yard and into the next yard.

I'm standing infront Luca's front door and my heart is drumming loud in my chest. One. Two. Three. I knock once on the door. I wait for a really long time and there's no answer. I think he didn't hear the knock, so I step on his porch and lean in to knock for the second time when the door quickly open causing me to sway downwards. I close my eyes and wait for my body to connect with the floor-

But it does not. Instead I slam into a hard surface. A rock. Strong arms rest on my waist steadying me. I open my eyes and I realise I'm pressed against Luca's rockhard body. My face is at his chest level. His torso is bare and sweaty... maybe he was working out. I inhale his scent. Male. Raw. Masculine. His domineering presence fills the doorway.

My waist burns where his arm rest but I don't want it removed. I shamelessly sway my body forward feeling the texture of the only clothing he has on. A short. The heavy muscles in his thigh wedge between my thigh and I feel heat rise between my thigh. I feel things flutter in my stomach. The butterflies are back. There's a throbbing in my abdomen. Lower.

I raise my head and look at him. Broad shoulders. Thick neck. This man's body is a little great, isn't it? My eyes move to his lips, greedily taking in it's pink, plump texture. Lips like these were created for kissing. The memory of our first kiss floods my head again. I tilt my head sideways and part my lips, moving my eyes to his brown eyes. There are so dark, you'd always think it's black. And then, there's his hair. So brown and curly and scattered. It looks like he's been dragging and pulling on it.

We stare into each other eyes. The air is suddenly charged with energy. I can feel it. I know he feels it too. Tiny bid of sweat breaks on my forehead. I can't breath. I don't breath.