Chapter 19

AZRAEL DE LUCA’S POV

A gasp left her lips suddenly. My hand disappeared between the valley of her thighs. God! She was so wet for me.

Just from touch?

She looked drunk when I kept playing over her thighs. I hated to see her long exposed legs. So many fucking men kept looking at them. I wanted to see them alone for myself but she was born to rule the runway.

“Lu…Luca…” she whispered, giving me her ‘please fuck me eyes’. She was so tempted yet she kept running away from her pleasure. I smirked, knowing how desperate she was for my cock. But I was here to play. I wanted her to spend the night with me but she left without telling me.

Another gasp…

Her eyes went wide in realization when I pushed my middle finger inside her sex, slipping past of her panties. Blame her! It was her fault to wear this short dress.

“Like that, pretty girl?” I kept my voice down, getting closer. Her low meows were drowned by the cheers of people around. They were all e