Chapter 7 Pleasure The Devil Gave Me

Emily's POV:

Luciano parked his car in the parking lot in the basement and led me out of the car into the elevator. I tried to free my hand from his, but it was no use because he gripped me firmly.

When we reached the top floor, Luciano stepped out of the elevator, tugging me after him down the hall and into his apartment room.

He let go of my hand as we stood in front of the sofa in the living room and he sat there with his eyes fixed on me, who was standing before him.

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked him. "I want to see my aunt now!" I said, raising my voice.

Fear suddenly gripped me firmly as he skewered me with a lethal glare, making my tongue and body freeze.

"It's useless to see your aunt if you just keep crying and torturing yourself before her. That's not what your aunt wants. She wants you to be strong and take care of yourself. If you really love her, then don't make her sad, but do what she wants," he said sternly, but I could see the worry in his eyes.

I fell silent, staring at him. What he told me was right. He has made me aware of my mistakes. I felt a strange feeling inside of me. My heart beats happily, seeing the worry in his eyes.

"I'm hungry. Make dinner now," he said bossy.

My heart suddenly stopped beating happily. A handsome prince was about to wipe the tears on my cheeks with his handkerchief, but suddenly he sneezed into the handkerchief. That's how I feel now.

I bit my lip in hesitation with my eyes kept fixed on his eyes. I was embarrassed to tell him the truth.

"What is it?" he asked, curious.

"I-I can't cook. I can only make sandwiches and boil water." The words finally left my mouth.

His right hand cupping his chin and trailing his long index finger across his lips. I think he's trying to suppress a smile, and it makes my cheeks heat up even more.

He then untied his tie, undid the two buttons of his shirt over his front chest, put his tie on the sofa, and stood up. He walked towards the kitchen while rolling up his sleeves, saying nothing to me.

'What is he doing?' I asked myself. 'Don't tell me he's going to cook!' I said as my brain gave me an answer. I immediately chased after him.

As I stood in the kitchen, I couldn't blink my eyes at him, who was wearing a cooking apron. 'He's really going to cook!' I said to myself.

He started making salads. I could hardly believe my eyes seeing how good he was at chopping the vegetables. I never thought he was good at cooking. I thought he was like me who can't cook.

"Is ... there anything I can help you with?" I pretended to ask, holding back my embarrassment.

He stopped cutting and looked into my eyes. "No need. Just sitting there," he said, pointing to a small table with two chairs near where I was standing.

I nodded my head, showing him my innocent face to hide my wagging tail, and did as he said.

I gulped as I watched him grilling the steaks. The smell of the steaks made my stomach growl. I feel like a hungry wolf now.

After he finished grilling, he walked over to me with two plates of steak and salad in his hands. He puts one plate on the table before me and he sits in the chair opposite me, placing the other plate before him.

I couldn't blink my eyes looking at the steak. I can't wait to eat it. "Let's eat now." I immediately cut the steak and put the steak in my mouth with a fork as soon as he said that.

"Hm! This tastes so good! I really like it!" I said as I kept chewing. "You must sell this steak! You'll be rich if you do that!"

I quickly covered my mouth with my hand when I realized what I just said. 'Emily! Why did you say that?! He's already so rich. Why you telling him to sell steak?!' I scolded myself.

He wasn't mad at me but chuckled seeing at my face. I fell silent, staring at him. It's the first time I've seen him chuckle and I don't know why I love seeing his smile.

My heart beats even faster when he gives me his gentle gaze. "Just tell me if you want to eat something. I'll cook for you," he said, smiling.

I answered him with a nod because I couldn't find my voice. He then ate his steak while I looked down at my plate, struggling to calm my rapid heartbeat.

'Maybe ... he's not as bad as I thought,' My heart tells me.

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I had just finished taking a shower and was standing staring at the luxurious wardrobe in the bedroom. Luciano had showered before me and now he was busy with his work in the living room. This wardrobe wasn't here this morning. I just saw this now.

While we were having dinner, Luciano ordered me to stay here with him. I refused but it was no use and I could only obey him.

As I opened the wardroom, I couldn't blink my eyes at the dresses, nightgowns, bras, and panties. All these clothes are exquisite. I'll never be able to buy them all even if I work 24 hours a day until I'm old.

I then took off my bathrobe to change into a nightgown. It startled me when the bedroom door opened and I saw Luciano walking into the room wearing his black nightgown.

I quickly covered my breasts with my hands, standing transfixed staring at him, who was walking straight towards me with a flare of lust in his eyes and standing before me.

"Plea - please, can you wait outside? I-I'm changing now," I asked, nervous, scared. It takes a moment for me to find my voice.

He ignored me. His eyes were busy roaming my naked body from head to toe. He trailed his finger down my neck so lightly, a shiver raced down my spine.

He cradled my chin in his hand as his lustful eyes met my frightened ones. He could smell my fear. "Don't be afraid. I will not fuck you now. I just wanted to make you come," he said in a deep, hoarse voice.

I fell silent with a broken gasp as he put me on his bed, bending with me in his arms. "Please don't. Ahhhh ..." a moan escaped my mouth as he bites my neck softly. Sucking on the skin as I tilt my head.

I shivered as his lips slowly descended from my neck to my collarbones and stopped at my nipple. His hands squeezed my breasts. My nerve endings tingle with pleasure, feeling his tongue fiddling with my nipples, making them harden for him.

He left a trail of kisses from my breasts to my navel. He kept kissing me until he reach the bottom of my stomach. My heart beats wildly as he spreads my thighs.

"Ahhhh...." I moan, arching my back grasping at the satin sheets beneath me, a desperate attempt to anchor myself as he licks my clit. Waves of pleasure surged through my body. I couldn't catch my breath because the sensation overcame me. My hips thrust on their own.

His tongue keeps fiddling with my clit while his fingers played around my entrance, sending waves of never ending pleasure.

"Ahhhh...." I moaned, writhing in bed as a shuddering orgasm took my breath, leaving me gasping and soaked, wetting his fingers.

He rubbed the wetness from my pussy, and he gave me a devil-satisfied smirk, watching me gasping helplessly. This is the first time I came and I will never forget the pleasure the devil gave me.