Maria stood beside him filling his wine glass with some other maid standing against the wall silently waiting for further instructions. There are only two place settings one before him and the other by his right.
It's probably a full Italian dinner and the appetizer served is crostini toscani, a dish made of toasted slices of hearty bread topped with creamy chicken liver pâté.
Without saying a word to me Luca start eating after giving a few instructions to Maria. A few minutes later the maid served the first course taking away the plates of the appetizer. The first course is a fine dish of pici all' Aglione, a dish made of thick hand rolled pasta embellished with garlic and tomato sauce and chili flakes. But I can't seem to enjoy these fine dishes without wondering what is next in store for me.
"I think I will retire for the night I can't eat anymore." I said placing down my fork.
Luca looks up at me with stern eyes.
"The food does not suit your palate?" he asked and I shook my head.
"No of course not! The food is great but I am just full already. "
"Fine you can go. "He said and continue eating.
I sigh in relief and ran.
Yasmine POV
After returning to my room, I locked the door and looked for comfortable nightwear in the wardrobe, then settled on a blue, long nightgown with frastaglio. The gown has thin straps, and I settled into bed after completing my night routine, drawing the comforter up to my chin.
My mind drifted to my parents, and I wondered how they are doing. I hope Dad's heart condition is not going to flare up any time soon. During the last few weeks, I have been swamped with work and have not been calling them regularly. If and when I finally leave here, I am going to make it up to them.
After a while I dozed off and startled awake at around midnight suddenly feeling a presence in the room. And there is Luca sitted in an armchair.
Then I noticed that while asleep I must have thrown off the comforter and the skirt of the nightgown has ridden up to my thighs. I quickly cover up and sat up in bed waiting for his next move.
He stood up and climbed into bed beside me, the mattress dipping slightly with his added weight. "What do you want?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper, breathlessly laced with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
"What do you think?" He replied, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers down my spine, and then, without waiting for an answer, he took my mouth in a deep, possessive kiss, his hand capturing both of mine, holding them firmly behind my back with a single, powerful grip. I twisted, instinctively trying to escape his hold, the suddenness of his advance taking me by surprise, but he held firm, his body a solid wall against mine.
The more I struggled, the more futile my attempts became, the harder it was to break free from his intoxicating grasp. His free hand slid into my hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he held the back of my head, anchoring me to his relentless assault. He assaulted my mouth ruthlessly, biting down on my lips with a controlled passion before sliding his tongue inside, exploring every crevice, demanding a response. Before long, despite my initial resistance, I couldn't deny the burgeoning response blooming within me, the involuntary surrender to his potent allure. I became overwhelmed with a primal need to climb him, to sate the longing he had so effortlessly ignited within me.
My nipples hardened, sensitive peaks grazing against the rough fabric of his shirt, igniting a firestorm of desire that coursed through my veins, and I whimpered, a small, involuntary sound that betrayed the depths of my yearning. Seeing his chance, sensing the shift in my resistance, Luca slid the straps of my nightgown down my arms, exposing my upper body completely, revealing the soft curve of my breasts down to my waist. And then he grabbed a breast, his touch both firm and tender, tweaking my nipples until I started begging for more, the boundary between resistance and surrender blurring with each exquisite sensation.
He presses kisses along my collarbone, then trails them down my shoulder, and further still to my stomach. His mouth is hot against my skin, leaving a moist, glistening trail in its wake. He then closes his lips around my right nipple, creating a powerful suction. My body involuntarily arches in response, a wave of tension building low in my belly, a feeling both unfamiliar and undeniably present. He repeats the action with my other nipple, drawing it into his mouth with equal intensity, and the tension inside me grows exponentially, intensifying with each pulse of sensation.
With a deliberate motion, he slides the gown upward, completely exposing my body to his gaze. His hand ventures downward, a slow and deliberate journey between my legs, stroking the delicate skin between my thighs and encountering the unmistakable sign of arousal—the gathering moisture there.
Suddenly, a sense of awareness pierces through the haze of pleasure, and I try to push him away, attempting to regain control. But he rolls me onto my back, swiftly throwing an arm across my stomach, effectively holding me down, stifling my movements. And then he kisses me there, a shockingly intimate gesture that sends a surge of heat through my entire body, a sensation that simultaneously alarms and enthralls. His skilled mouth begins to explore, licking and nibbling around my clitoris with a tantalizing precision until I'm moaning uncontrollably, the sounds escaping my lips without conscious effort, and then he closes his lips firmly around it and lightly sucks, drawing forth an entirely new level of sensation.
The pleasure is so strong, so startling that my eyes fly open. I don't understand what's happening to me, and it's frightening. I'm burning inside, throbbing between my legs. My heart is beating so fast I can't catch my breath, and I find myself panting. I start struggling, and he laughs softly. I can feel the puffs of air from his breath on my sensitive flesh. He easily holds me down and continues what he's doing. The tension inside me is becoming unbearable. I'm squirming against his tongue, and my motions seem to be bringing me closer to some elusive edge. Then I go over with a soft scream. My entire body tightens, and I'm swamped by a wave of pleasure that my body shook uncontrollably. Then I start sobbing.