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“Don’t fuck my father.”
I laugh breathlessly. “If you didn’t want me to then you shouldn’t have made a bet.” I smirk at him. “Especially not one with such a tempting prize.”
He sucks on my neck, yanks down my collar to expose my shoulder, kissing and biting the skin.
“You don’t want me to kill myself,” he rasps against my shoulder.
“No, you’re right. I’d rather do it myself.”
“You don’t want me dead.” Luca roughly pushes my skirt up my thighs, spreading my legs with a firm hand. “You wantme.”
I shove his hand away from my thigh because I have no intention of letting him find out how wet I am right now. “You make my skin crawl.”
“So what?” Luca takes the hand I just used to push him away and places it on his crotch, where the hard ridge of his cock pushes against his trousers. “Maybe that’s what you like. You get off on hating me.”
“You get off onmehatingyou.”
He smiles, almost angelic. “A match made in heaven, then.”
“More like a match made in—”
Luca’s mouth swallows the rest of the sentence.
43
Heart a Pit
Willow
Luca fucks me likea starved man who’s been handed a piece of fruit. His mouth is wet and hungry at my throat, and each thrust is so powerful it slams me back into the marble of the counter. I have no choice but to brace myself against the mirror as he slams his hips into mine, his breath a pant.
For someone who couldn’t even get it up a few months ago, he seems to have made a full recovery. If anything, Luca is making up for lost time.
After a while, his breath hitches, and I think he’s about to come, but instead he grows still, dick buried inside me, and he takes my face in his hand, forcing me to look at him.
“Open your mouth,” he says in a husky whisper. “Tongue out.”
I obey him. He tilts my head back and then drops a dribble of saliva from his mouth onto my tongue. And I know I should bedisgusted, but I take his spit into my mouth, and I let him slide his fingers onto my wet tongue.
“Beautiful fucking slut,” he whispers into my ear.
And when he rubs his finger against my clit, wet from a mixture of our saliva, I come so hard and with such a cry that Luca is forced to stifle my voice with his hand over my mouth.
And he keeps his hand on my mouth as he fucks me right through my orgasm, fucks me until my eyes roll into the back of my head and my thighs begin to shake uncontrollably. When his thrusts become jagged and violent, his hand slips from my mouth, pinning my hips into place as he ruts into me with absolute brutality.
I know he’s about to come, so I wrap my fingers around his neck, and I squeeze with all my strength, like I’m trying to crush the bones beneath my hand. He blinks slowly, looking at me.
“Vicious cunt,” he rasps.
I squeeze tighter. “Sick freak.” I pull him to me by his throat and hiss, “Don’t youdarecome inside me.”
And he comes, almost straight away, with a low whimper. I bite into his bottom lip so hard I feel the flesh pop beneath my teeth. I taste the metal sweetness of his blood as it stains my tongue, as he comes inside me with the low, keening pants of a wounded animal.
I release his throat, and for a moment, we lie completely still, Luca’s chest pressed to mine, his forehead against my temple, his dick still inside me. He pulls his face for a second, gazing down at me. His white-blond hair is a mess, his eyelashes are wet, and his mouth is a mess of coagulating blood.
He looks sort of debauched, freshly-fucked and yet fuckable still. I’m struck by a strange and horrific emotion, something almost like tenderness, and I have the vile urge to kiss his bloodied mouth.
So instead, I push and kick him off me, hastily fix my hair and dress—as best as I can—then I grab my bag and run out of the bathroom.
