Allison's POV

As soon as I reclaimed control of myself, I went after him as he carried his big, powerful self through the door, slipping from the reach of the moonlight into the space of the brightly lit foyer.

He was climbing up the stairs, his body slowly disappearing from view when I walked past the foyer into the living room. It was then I caught it. Folded in his hand was my phone, the screen brightened against his face, and a sharp ding announced I had just received a notification.

He stared at the screen for a moment and then threw the phone into his pants pocket.

Somehow, anyhow, I have to get that phone. If I got my phone back, then I could call for help and have them triangulate my location to find me. I could finally get a chance to escape.

I have no idea what Luca Tonelli was planning or what games he was playing with me. But I knew I was best not finding out. I hurried after him then, climbing the stairs as fast as I could without raising much suspicion from him. He was turning towards the hallway to his room when I pulled up in front of him.

He stopped, and he threw his hands into his pockets. He leaned back a little from me, his head slanted at a suspicious angle, while his eyes teased me as they swept me gently from head to toe. I couldn't be sure, but I thought I saw something deep cross his eyes as they appreciated me, something that looked like lust. His eyes sparked with a deep gleam before dissolving fast into that playful teasing smirk.

He licked his lips before he finally spoke. “What is this about, Allison? I thought…”

I didn't let him finish, as I bridged the space between us. I grabbed his collars, pulling him fast to me, while looking straight into his deep blue eyes, the color of the ocean. He wasn't the only one capable of seduction. If he could use it on me, then I might as well use it on him too.

He tried to move away from me, but I held tight to his collar. I leaned on my toes to meet his face, and I pressed my lips on his. At first, he did nothing but just stared down at me as I kissed him. Soon, he claimed my waist, and before I knew what was happening, he’d ridden me to a wall.

He pressed me to the wall as he cupped my face to give him more of my lips. Then he began to lick and suck hard on my lips, his lips latching onto mine, hungry and aching, begging for more of me.

His lips were surprisingly tender and warm against mine, and he licked them not just hungrily but with a rather sensual detail that made me feel every bit of desire that breathed inside him for me. Our salivas coalesced in a distinctly sweet and heady bundle. Each kiss drew a moan from me, against my own will.

I thought I had control. I thought I was the one seducing him, but I was soon to realize I didn't. He had complete control. He might not be seducing me right now, but he was kissing me—so hard, hungry, and sensual that I latched onto his lips for more. Each kiss fired a massive charge like electricity from my lips to every nerve in my body.

My knees almost gave way under me as his tongue slapped open my lips, slapping and licking at the insides of my mouth until the insides of my cheeks became slick with a mix of his saliva and mine.

My mission was forgotten under the threat of his kisses until it snapped back in me. I jolted under his lips with the realization that my hands were just staying idle in the air instead of moving for his pocket, hunting for my phone.

I grabbed his shirt then, and I let my hands trail lower, my fingers brushing the muscles of his body under his shirt as he drew out soft moans from my lips. Each kiss sent jolts after jolts of electricity into my veins, and my toes curled around themselves in the tight space of my heels.

I tried not to let his kisses distract me completely, and that was damn hard to do, because the longer he kissed me, the more I felt my thoughts frying up in my head. I let my hands trail down to his pocket, and I dipped into it, pulling out my phone.

I raised up my dress, and I slipped the phone into my panties, hoping the g-string material would hold it tight for me. He lifted my leg just then, his warm hand firm, caressing my thigh, and soon he was grabbing my ass again, claiming it as his.

I wrestled for control then. I tried to find the strength within me, and I pushed him away from me.

He staggered a few feet back for a moment. A painful look crossed the blue orbs but was soon lost under the weight of his teasing grin. “That was terrific. We should have more of that, Allison.” He breathed.

I struggled for breath, my lungs aching, seeming to be completely free of air. He’d sucked all the air out of my body. I regained control of my breath a little but was still panting when I raised my head to him.

“You wish, Criminal.” I snarled. “That was a mistake that wouldn't happen again. Never.” I yelled at him. I didn't bother to see his reaction as I turned fast for my room before the phone could buzz out another notification while on me.

I exhaled heavily when I didn't hear his footsteps after me, and I pushed the door, stumbling into my room. I threw my head on the door, resuming my gasps for breath afresh. The kiss might have gotten me the phone, but it was a very bad idea. Perhaps the worst I have ever made in my life. It was supposed to be a simple kiss. How the hell did I let it degenerate so fast into something I couldn't control?