The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy Chapter 152

I lean forward, wanting to kiss him very much again, but suddenly his words register fully with me and I give a little squeak, sitting up straight.

“What?” Luca asks, suddenly concerned.

“Wait,” I say, looking at him askance as I let my knees fall on either side of his waist, straddling him with my hands on his chest. “Precisely how slutty were you, Luca Grant?”

He grins up at me, broad and happy. “What answer do you want, Ariel? The truth, or the one that’s going to make you want to kiss me again?”

“The truth,” I growl, giving him a little smack on the chest.

“Do that again,” he murmurs, one hand slipping to my back and pressing me forward a little bit, “I liked that.”

“Pay attention, boy,” I command, pointing a finger into his face, though I lean forward a little more. “Now, spill.”

Luca shrugs, noncommittal, laying casually back on the magical dream bed and letting his hands rest on my thighs. “I have not been a very chaste man, Ariel. If a girl and I liked each other, and we wanted to, I didn’t hold back. Does that upset you?”

I tilt my head to the side for a second, balancing my jealousy with my common sense. “Well, no,” I say, my words slow and measured. “But, how many girls were there?”

“That I’ve kissed? Or that I’ve slept with? Because those are very different numbers –“

My mouth falls open in shock as I stare at him, and he grins at me again, clearly amused. “You’re very sweet,” he murmurs, his hands starting to rub distracting circles on my thighs.

“Slept with, then,” I say, through my teeth, doing my best to not get distracted by the way his hands feel on my legs.

Luca’s grin deepens. “Somewhere around fifty?” he says, giving another one of those too-casual shrugs.

My jaw drops again, accompanied by a shocked huff of air.

“What?” he says, grinning at me, his hands pausing on my thighs and taking hold there, like he’d stop me if I tried to run away. “Too many?”

“You hussy!” I gasp, raising my hand before I think about what I’m doing and smacking him again on the chest.

Luca bursts out laughing at this as I raise my hand again.

“And around fifty!?” I raise my hand again, “like you can’t even be bothered to remember some of them!?” My hand falls, aiming for the same place, but before it can connect Luca’s moving, sitting up as he grabs my wrist out of the air, his movement shifting me back a little so that I’m sitting in his lap with his other hand tight against the small of my back so I don’t fall backwards.

“I’m your hussy now,” he murmurs, his voice honestly a little delighted at my outrage, “just think of it as my…education, which I can now put to good use.” And then, almost as if to prove his point, Luca uses the hand pressed to the small of my back to press me tighter into his lap, grinding against me in a way that lets me feel all of him. At the same time, he leans in and presses his lips to the soft skin of my throat, just above my clavicle.

And in combination…

I groan, my head falling back as I feel a heat bloom in my core. My eyes flutter shut as Luca delivers a long, slow lick to my throat, and I find my hips moving on their own, wanting to press tighter against the hard length of him now instead of shying away from it.

“See?” he murmurs, his lips still against the skin of my neck. “It’s not all so bad.”

“Luca,” I say, half moan and half sigh, as I raise my head and take his face in my hands. Because as much as I definitely want to keep going, want to keep experimenting, this is definitely a conversation we need to have.

“Hmm?” he hums, inviting my question.

“How…” I hesitate, not wanting to hurt his feelings, “how can you have slept with fifty women?”

He grins, like it wasn’t difficult at all, and I laugh a little, surprised to find myself grinning back at him.