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Not in this lifetime.
Maybe the next.
I can’t betray my mother so easily. I’d already forfeited my own happiness when I first stepped down this path.
I did not come this far to only come this far.
“Go to sleep, Ara,” Luca tiredly mumbles. It’s strange to see him in this vulnerable state. I find myself slowly placing my head back on his chest, surprisingly comforted by the heat and reassurance that radiates from him. I listen to his heartbeat, reminding myself once again this monster is human after all.
It’s unbelievably fucked up. But somehow this monster is carving out an irrevocable impression on me. And I would be the person to put it up in flames.
This time it’s not a dream when I wake up with Luca’s head between my legs. My fingers automatically feather between his hair as his tongue glides between my folds. “You’re finally awake, sweetheart,” he purrs before sucking on my clit and taking my next breath with him. I arch into him, the warm pulse starting at my core.
He slips a finger in, then two taking a slow lazy pace as if he has all day. His wicked tongue is efficient and greedy, taking everything I have to offer him. I grind my hips into his face. There’s something about having this man devotedly devouring me that brings me to the edge so fast. He’s dangerous. Devilish. And right now, he’s mine.
Luca’s fingers work in and out of me, his tongue wicked on all accounts. I’ve become hungry for his touch, unable to resist what he is seemingly willing to offer. It doesn’t make any sense and yet I’m lying if I said I hadn’t fantasized about it more than once since I last saw him.
My mind always drifts back to Luca. The push and pull continues as a tremble shudders up my legs. I’m right on the edge as my breath comes in short and sharp. “I want to taste you, sweetheart.”
I throw my head back, bucking into him as I fulfill his request. I curse at the forcefulness of my orgasm, getting off on every lick of his tongue as he consumes me. I sink back into the mattress as he lazily still takes and takes.
The alarm on my side table begins to screech. I try to slap the top of it but can’t reach in my awkward positioning. Luca leans over and hits the alarm, but it crashes to the floor under his brute strength. That wild raging gaze is now directed at me as he hovers over me. All lean muscle. My gaze drifts down his naked form appreciating every purposeful carving. The devil indeed.
“We should clean you up.” He lifts me from the bed and I naturally curl my legs around his waist as he carries me to the shower. With one hand cradling under my ass he peels my loose shirt over my chest so I’m naked. He awkwardly twists to turn the shower on, preoccupied by nudging kisses along my throat and jaw.
My lips meet his and I can taste myself on him. I steal all the heat and fire he’s offering me. Greedy in the way I know it might be the last time. With ease he slowly positions my pussy over his cock and let’s gravity naturally take hold as he sinks into me. It’s a startling awakening as he presses my back against the shower’s cold tiles. The hot water runs mostly off his back as if he’s taking away its startling introduction.
Luca holds my hips as I roll back and forth over his cock, riding him to pure bliss. I feather my fingers through his wet hair my next kiss full of tongue and water. Fuck this man turns me on and all I can do is ride his cock like the good little whore he wanted from the start.
“I can get used to mornings like this.” I sigh as he pounds into me against the tiling. Hard slaps smack between us with the friction of the water.
An arrogant smile crosses his features as he bites my bottom lip and pins my throat with a hand. I can hardly breath, but the tightening vice is an erotic promise. Because Luca does know how to work my body. He knows how to fuck me so hard I’m thinking about him for the rest of the day. Right or wrong, he’s always on the forefront of my mind and becoming harder to shut out.
“I like when you’re submissive like this. A good fucking little girl,” he says in warning as his grip tightens. My feet dangle on either side of his hips as I match him thrust for thrust.
I feel alive with Luca. He’s the only person who has seen the ugly version of me, the spiteful, lying, and warped obsession to seek revenge for my mother. He embraces that even at his own detriment. The buildup begins again as I ride his cock, trying my hardest to breathe under his firm grip and I don’t even care. I could die the happiest woman right now. And there’s no room left to be disgusted in myself or unsure about it. Because my body fucking loves it.
“Luca.,” I whine. “I’m close.”
“Me too, sweetheart,” he promises. The thought of him filling me up. Coming inside of me and—
I scream a chaotic climb coming to a crashing end as I loosely collapse into his chest, praying he holds me upright because I can’t do it myself. Luca’s face presses against my ear as he grunts and jerks beneath me. I can feel him coming inside of me, and a feminine pride ripples through me. He’s addicted to this just as much as I am. And I wonder if he’s in just as much denial about this as me.
He lazily presses kisses along my jaw not entirely finished. When he does pull out, he props me onto my toes. At first, I feel slightly wobbly and lightheaded. I trace my fingers down his chest and eight pack, over the smaller scars and snag on a circular one that looks like a bullet. How had I never noticed this one before? With the multitude of scars he has, I know there is a story for each one. Water trails down his every inch of masculine muscle and he pulls me in, ensuring I’m under the water all the same.
Without heels I have to crane my head to look up at him, our height difference obvious. “Is this scar from a bullet?” I ask. It’s close to his chest. Now I feel silly I noticed the jagged one on his back before this one. Did he almost die from this?
He squirts my preferred soap into his hand and begins to roll it over my arms. “Yes.”
Silence. When he looks down at my expression, he sighs and then elaborates.
“That one was when I was seventeen. The first and only bastard who came close to killing me. I was younger and less experienced. It was back in Italy when we went over for holidays, they were part of another gang and I’d been carless when they cornered me. There were four of them and as I finished off the first one and started on the second one of them pulled out a gun. I didn’t have time to avoid it.”
I freeze over how casually he says it. Also by the fact I didn’t know that. I know so much about Luca but I suppose no matter how much research I do, I’ll never know all of him. Unless he tells me himself.
The more time I spend with him, the more I want to know. When I hear something like this, I immediately feel protective and I have to shove it down with every part of my being. I can’t fall for this man. I can’t permit myself to acknowledge those feelings. I’m getting sidetracked from my revenge and refuse to let any man or notion of some twisted romance get in the way of that.
Fuck. I really fucked up letting myself get here.
