Re: The Bar
He turned his cheek in towards her touch, jaw raspy with day-old stubble, and his eyes never left hers, even in her lingering stare. She was issuing him a challenge, he could taste that quite clearly, and he was hardly one to back down from these kind of situations. But she was right; he was used to being in control, used to calling the shots, pulling the strings to make the people around him move to his bidding. Oh, she was dangerous, perhaps as much as he could be.
"And that's what you want for your second wish, darling?" he whispered, hand sliding around, grasping the curve of her rear, a squeeze before his hand trailed upwards once more, settling this time at the small of her back. "Ask and ye shall receive," Luca said without waiting for an answer, lips crooking in a devilish grin. "I'm a man of my word. I'll never renege in on something."