Trilina does it again! I couldn’t get enough of Luca and Gretchen. The push and pull…. SWOON! Angsty. Hot. Emotional. Everything you could want in a dark romance read.
~Kennedy L. Mitchell
WORSHIP (Sinful book 2) by Trilina Pucci
Release Day – March 7
Book Two, in A Sinful Series, brings you an intense, taboo love story, and an even hotter ALPHA. Meet Luca King— broody, powerful and a man who’s never refused.
There are only two reasons a man falls to his knees: prayer and pussy.
And I sure as hell don’t pray.
But for this woman, I’d fall on my knees to worship every single, gorgeous part of her body.
And claim her as mine, knowing I shouldn’t want to keep her.
Because we’re all wrong, too complicated, too explosive….too sinful. I want what I can’t have.
But I’ll take it anyway because Gretchen Andrews has done the one thing my wife never could….she’s made me love her.
Luca’s hand pulls away from my chin, and he takes my glass, putting it on the table.
“How I see it is you need to stop assuming the worst and trust me to care for you, and the only way for us to do that is to make sure you get what you need, over and over, until you take it for granted.”
He’s talking about more than just sex, even though I love the “over and over” part. I didn’t trust him; I prolonged this moment as much as his stubbornness did. But I did it by way of mistrust, assuming he wouldn’t do what we both needed.
“So, you want to teach me a lesson in trust?”
The desire in my voice gives away my readiness.
“I paid a helluva price almost losing you. What price should you pay for not trusting me? Huh?”
The tumbler he’s holding runs up my leg, and I can feel the coolness through my jeans. Luca leans close to my cheek and whispers, “Choose your fate. Do you want to be fucked or loved, Angel?”
I close my eyes, knowing they aren’t mutually exclusive, but for us, they have very specific meanings. He knows I need the connection between us, the aggression and anger we’ve both felt to play about in the sheets.
His breath is warm against my skin as he keeps whispering.
“Maybe we play your favorite game, Angel. I’ll hunt you…here.”
He brings the glass between my legs and runs it up, rolling it over where my clit is throbbing. My breath hitches.
“Do you trust me?” he asks seductively.
He sets his drink down and begins to gather my T-shirt, tugging it up.
I look around, worried about being caught.
“Luca, someone could catch us. The wall is all glass.”
The minute I say it, I know I failed my lesson. Luca doesn’t stop or change expression as he pulls my shirt up and over my head, leaving me exposed in just my bra.
“Take them off, or I will,” he directs in his deep gravel, indicating my jeans.
I’m not a submissive girl. But when he does this, gets sexually dominant, I feel understood. I’m a powerful woman,and I need a man who can handle me, break me, and make me feel devoured. Luca was made for me. He crosses his arms over his chest.
“The longer I wait, the longer you wait to come. Get ’emoff,” he growls. Holy hell, I’m wet. Rough Luca is my favorite Luca.
I reach slowly for my button and pull it open, challenging his patience by lowering the zipper only a fraction.
“You know, I’m not wearing underwear,” I lie.
The thought of being fucked out here where someone couldcatch us makes me nervous, even if I’m supposed to trust him.
“When I pull off these jeans, everyone will see what’s yours…you sure you want to share?” My voice is a purr, and he bites his lip, gripping his bulge.
I know I’ve won. No fucking way is he willing to share me with prying eyes.
Right as I feel victorious, Luca shakes his head and says,“So fucking stubborn,” then grabs me by the waistband of my jeans and jerks me forward.
“Luca!” I yelp and laugh.
He pushes his hand down the front of my jeans, and I gasp, silenced. Grabbing my tiny lace G-string, along with the few hairs I have down below, he tugs me closer, and the sensation makes my pussy slick with need.
My back arches from being pulled forward.
“Little liar,” he whispers knowingly, and I whimper.
Pleasure grips my body as his hold tightens.
“You definitely need a lesson in trust. Maybe I’ll take it out on your ass or maybe in your ass. Here’s the game, baby: I catch you, I pick.”
His hand retreats as he takes a step away from me.
I’m breathless. My entire body is on fire. This man speaks to every filthy fucking piece of me.
“What’s the second choice? What if you don’t catch me?” I ask hungrily.
A slow smile grows on his gorgeous face. Luca takes out his phone from his pocket and presses a button, laughing to himself.
The light that glowed from inside the house begins to fade as heavy black shades roll down, and I hear a click as the door locks. He was never going to let me be seen. But now, I’m on my own.
My eyes widen as the world around me gets darker, and my desire amps up tenfold. A thousand thoughts are fighting for priority, but I can’t focus on any of them.
All I can do is feel.
The adrenaline is already starting to flow through me, and my eyes begin to dart around, looking for places to run to. I step to my right, and Luca does the same just as quickly. His eyes dilate, locked in on mine.
“Where are you going, Angel?” He licks his bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth, a lion ready to pounce.
“Anywhere I want. You think you can stop me?” I challenge, all in for this little game.
I’m won’t make this easy for him or me. Oh fuck—my head drops back, and a small moan escapes my lips as the thought settles into my body. I bring my eyes back to his, fevered and ready.
Luca steps closer to me, his voice low, filled with his need.
“Angel, I’d give a million for each dirty thought that just played out in your mind. I’m going to fulfill every wish and more tonight.”
Our bodies are so close, I can feel the heat emanating off him.
“Yes, please,” I breathe out, wanting him to touch me.
“Tonight, you’re mine to do with as I please. There’s no one to help you,” he says, reaching out to massage my breast,and my body shivers at his touch. “No one to hear you.”
He looks out at the dotted landscape of lights, and my gaze follows, seeing the faraway glows that serve only as a reminder of neighbors and their distance. He rolls my nipple through my bra, and my body squirms.
“What are you going to do to me?” My voice is wanton and raspy.
I want him to tell me every lurid, racy detail.
Luca fists my hair, pulling my head sideways to make room to devour my neck.
“Whatever the fuck I want, because there’s no one to stop me.”
My chest is heaving, my center drenched at his sinful threats. He knows exactly what I want. It’s the act of being caught, handled, coerced until I submit that makes me wild. I want him to be rough; I want to feel his force.
“What do you say? What’s your word?” he hums into my neck with a tight grip on my hair.
“No,” I moan out, intoxicated by the feeling, knowing I’ll never say it, because I want this.
Luca releases me, and I’m suddenly cold.
He steps back away from me, and the look on his face is pure, primal ferocity. He reaches a hand over his shoulder andgrabs the black T-shirt he’s wearing and drags it over his head. He stands shirtless, menacing and mine. Willing to hunt me down and fuck me raw.
We stare each other down, enveloped by the silence and the dark.
“Run!” he hisses, and I break.
About the Author:
It all started when…
Trilina decided, 3 years ago, that between making grilled cheese sandwiches and running carpool she was going to write saucy novels for readers to titillate and excite them. She hasn’t slowed down since!
Trilina has always had a love of writing, as a child she would journal and typically change the ending of whatever she was writing to suit her daydream. A knack for storytelling has translated into her debut, as an author, being met with rave reviews.
She lives in California where she multitasks the roles of wifey, mama and author. She hopes you enjoy her words and keep coming back for more!
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