The door clicked shut behind them.
Then Luca laughed. It was deep, unrestrained. The kind of laughter that came from the gut and tore its way out.
Vee turned slowly, her eyes narrowing as she watched him bend slightly at the waist, one hand braced against the wall as his laughter continued, relentless. "You think this is funny?"
Luca tried to respond, but the laughter still shaking through his chest. "Hmmm—hmm—" he shook his head, breath uneven, unable to form words through the force of it.
That only irritated her more.
"Okay," she said, folding her arms. "Let me clarify things for you then. You better wrap your dick up," she continued, "or you will gain no entry whatsoever anywhere near my pants."
Luca straightened slowly, his breathing evening out. He stepped closer.
Before she could react, his hand came up and he pinned her to the wall.
"Do you want to really test my determination," he murmured, "about wanting you to have my baby, Bambola?"
