Iris' Pov

I watch him with an incredulous look on my face, I watch him trying to see if he is joking or not, he isn't. I lift a brow and purse my lips my mind pondering on his words.

"And if I'm not Iris, the woman who wants to screw you over and you're not Luca, the man I want to fucking kill whom ever will we be?" I say with mock concern.

Luca rolls his eyes at my comment before he answers with a smirk. "Two people who have never met each other until tonight. Lovers even perhaps.."

Sitting back in my seat I can't help the curious nature in me, I want to know badly what Luca is playing at and to understand, I need to play his game even if it is only for a little while.

"Fine, I have nothing to lose anyways." I shrug my shoulders.

He grins mischievously, murmuring low almost in a harsh sexy whisper. "Good girl."

Turn on.

Brushing that thought away, intending to 'start over', I outstretch my hand which Luca takes into his warm grip placing a tender kiss to my knuckles.

"Iris Harding," A small smile playing on my lips as I 'greet' him. "-Donario."

I watch as his eyes light up and his lips tug up into a smirk. "Luca Donario."

"So, what do we talk about?" I pull my hand back, averting my eyes to anywhere but him.

"Anything you want." He replies, hazel eyes watching me with far too much intensity that it makes me fidget in my seat.

"Well, uh....what's your favorite color?" My mind failing to come up with anything.

"I don't have a favorite color however I do love seeing a woman in red especially if it's lingerie." He teases, his stupid smirk still glued to his face. "In fact I'm kind of wondering what's under that dress now." He leans forward in his seat, whispering as if it's some sort of secret we're sharing.

Blushing as I remember the time I'd paraded in front of him in red lacy underwear and the fact that he admitted to wondering what I was wearing under my dress. I try to play it cool, cursing my heated face.

He's such a perv.

"Yeah, well you'll never know." I rebut, sending a quick thanks up to the server who places a glass of water before me and my companion.

"Is that a challenge, il mio amore?" He inquires, a brow quirked in question.

"If that's what you want to call it." I mutter as I sip my water.

He hums softly observing me closely, beaconing me closer I roll my eyes before leaning forward. Reaching out his hand, I couldn't help the small gasp which escapes my lips as he tucks a lock of my hair out of my face and behind my ear.

"Do you want to know something, belle? Would you like to know why I really brought you here?" He asks as if my answer won't be obvious, he straightens up and ends his sentence with. "If you'd like to know then I suggest you come over here were you can hear me better."

You have got to be kidding me.

He's playing with my curious side, that damn prick. He knows how much I'm dying to know.

Sighing heavily. "I feel like little red Riding Hood." I mutter to myself, groaning as I get to my feet and go to his side of the table.

"And I'm the big bad wolf?" Luca chuckles heartily.

I shake my head and stand before him waiting for him to tell me what the hell he's playing at. Smirking he beacons me even closer, to which I comply with a small irritated sigh.

Before I can say anything sassy, Luca wraps his arm around my waist and draws me into his lap. With his face only centimeters away from mine, I can just about feel his warm breath on my face.

"Luca, what are you doing?" I can't help but hear my voice tremble and my heart beat rapidly in my chest.

"Taking you up on your challenge, belle." He whispers against my neck.

"What?"

"I'm going to find out what your wearing underneath this dress of yours." He says as if it's obvious as fuck.

I can feel Luca's hand creeping up my thigh at a deviously slow pace, him pressing soft toe curling kisses to my neck.

His hand has gotten under my dress now and I feel his hands play with the waistband of my lacy underwear.

"Lace." He rumbles. "Very sexy."

A small meek voice brings whatever nasty Luca was planning to a stop, the waiter stands before us face red as a fire truck. The poor boy looks like he's ready to curl up in embarrassment and so am I.

I move to get off Luca but I'm held firmly in place by his steely grip, Luca looks rather aggravated by the small boy and won't stop glaring at him, I have to say I feel bad for the poor kid.

"M-may I take your order?" He stutters out, notepad in hand.

"When we're ready to order, we'll order." Luca bites out, sending the boy even more nasty glares. "Understand?"

The waiter nods his head furiously.

"Actually could I have a glass of white wine, if it's not too much to ask?" I clear my throat, squirming on Luca's lap.

"Yes ma'am." The waiter answers instantly before scampering off to get my drink.

"You're an asshole, you know that?" I say, switching my attention to my husband.

He hums and releases his grip on my waist, getting off his lap I send him a sharp look before I return to my seat. I've decided I wanted some more answers and I damn well intended to have them.

Easing into an easy question, I ask. "....Do you really want 5 kids?"

"I'm able to support them so yes; the question is however are you willing to carry them?" He shrugs nonchalantly, an easy smile on his face.

"The real question is why would I let you knock me up?" I purse my lips.

Cracking a smile, he brushes my question a side." I'd answer that however I think there is a different question you want to ask, a much bigger one."

"Well since you asked, I want to know what it is you want?" I roll my eyes, pretty damn done with his bullshit.

"What it is I want, well there is several things I want but I'll tell you what you really want to hear. I want to call a truce between you and I, see I've a joined project between Vedere Corporations and Nikolai." He replies, his playful aura vanishing and a sense of seriousness settling.

"And having my wife against me isn't exactly the best thing."

Now, I understand.

"So you want me to play nice." I scoff, raising a brow.

"Exactly, all the shit and stunts you were planning, quit it. I can't be bothered. If you cooperate I promise I'll be a good boy," He smirks, then gestures to his body. "And as a added bonus you can have all of this in fact belle, I can guarantee I'll fuck you so good you'll forget everything but my name."

Cocky much.

"And what if I don't agree? What if I don't want you to 'fuck' me?" I narrow my eyes at him.

"Well I'll gladly make you agree one way or... multiple ways." In those mesmerizing hazel eyes is a dangerous glint which both scares me and excites me.

As I open my mouth to retort something I feel his hand trailing up my leg slipping under my dress.

"Take them off, amore." He orders in a dominating tone.

"No." I hiss defiantly, Luca cocks his perfect brow, his tongue darting out then back into his mouth.

"You're no fun, Iris." His sighs, rolling his eyes, he lifts his hand away.

Instantly I miss his touch, cursing myself, I can't help but wonder why the hell I'm about to do what I'm about to do. Biting my lip, I sigh and comply, slipping my panties down my legs.

Luca's brows shoot up as I slowly lift the panties into the air, his lustful smirk stretches across his lips as he leans forward taking my panties from me with his index and middle fingers.

"Black, my favorite shade." He grins sitting back in his seat. "Well, look at that amore looks I did win our little challenge after all." He winks at me as he stuffs my thong into the inside pocket of his jacket.

Crossing my legs, I roll my eyes at the look he gives me, the look of someone who's just won a million dollars.

I almost choke on air when he lays his hand on the flesh of my thigh, though I should have expected it. Anticipating more however much to my shock he makes no attempt to move it further instead his thumb just strokes my bare skin sending shivers down to my core.

He stares at me as if asking for permission, forcing me to make the first move. Cursing in my head, I take in a breath, nibbling on my lower lip as I glance up at him through my lashes before parting my legs.

Luca's lips quirk up as his hand slowly crawls up leg, it was an agonizing pace that left me trembling with anticipation. Letting my eyes flutter close, I release a breathy moan as Luca's thumb flits over my folds.

"So wet and to think I haven't even really touched you yet." Luca murmurs.

Practically dripping with my own need, I shiver waiting for Luca when he suddenly shouts. "Waiter!"

What the hell is he doing!?!

Snapping my eyes open I glare daggers at him while he simply smiles as the waiter rushes out.

"I'd like my usual." He says slipping two digits into me.

Oh my god.

Covering my mouth to keep in the moans I narrow my eyes at the attractive devil.

"And what will you have, belle?" Luca taunts, biting back his taunting smirk.

"I'll, I'll have the same, same, same thing." I stutter out, as Luca rubs my clit with his thumb still pumping his fingers in and out.

"May I get you anything else?" The small boy asks politely. "Perhaps dessert?"

Can you just go away!

"No, I'll be having my dessert somewhere else tonight." Luca smirks at me with a wink.

Gripping on to my chair, I bite down on the scream which threatens to escape my lips and give the waiter a forced smile.

I'm close, my orgasm building up, threatening to explode.

Sensing that I'm close, Luca pulls his fingers from my weeping junction making me whimper softly.

"You can leave now, that's all." He says as he sends the waiter a quick smile.

Nodding the boy rushes off, turning towards me Luca grins as he puts his fingers in his mouth and sucks them clean much to my embarrassment.

"One, I hate you and two, you do know that the poor kid knew what you were implying right...about the dessert thing?" I huff annoyed, upset that my orgasm had been taken from me.

"One, you'll be granted many orgasms to come and two, I wasn't trying to be cryptic, amore." He mocks me with a wink.

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