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"Luca—"
"Everything you’ve said can be solved," he murmurs, "especially if you let me do this." He lays me down on the couch, in the blanket his Nonna knitted him, which feels like a certain kind of blasphemy or maybe a blessing, I’m not sure, and kisses me.
His body, hard and hot, is heavy over mine, and I whimper against his lips. I have no idea how he can have this effect on me, how I can crave him so much. Dani came in and ruined my life, and here he is, saving it again.
The worst part is that I can’t blame her for wanting to protect her cousin, and I can’t stop him from making me feel good.
His lips on my throat, his hands pushing up the t-shirt I’m wearing.
I don’t know what will happen.
I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this, or why I’m worth protecting, or all the other questions I have, but he seems to believe that I’m worthy of his time, his?—
Oh god, his cock. It’s hard in his suit pants as he rocks his hips into mine, lifting my arms up above my head, pinning them together in one of his big hands.
"You’re a beautiful woman, mia adora," he murmurs, kissing his way down my chest. He’s not a man to take his time, or tease me with little kisses or touches. No, it’s straight to the main event with him, his mouth closing over the hard, swollen tip of my breast, and his teeth graze it, a sharpness that makes me jerk and moan. "I can’t help but take what’s mine."
He moves to the other nipple, doing the same thing, his free hand reaching down between us. I feel him fumble with the fly of my jeans, and the brush of his knuckles against my belly has my hips jerking, trying to rub against him, wanting more.
"Please," I whisper, and he hums, nipping my nipple, tugging it and making me cry out.
"Tell me, is there a man alive who would give you more than me?"
His voice is a low, possessive growl, and I can only shake my head, and arch my hips.
"Is there a man alive who wouldn’t want to?" He asks, and that question stuns me silent, as his hand palms over the seam of my jeans, his thumb pressing against me roughly, splitting me open inside my pants so the fabric of my panties rubs into my pussy, making me gasp.
"There isn’t," he continues, his voice low, as he presses a kiss against my cheek. His breath is hot against my skin. "So I’m going to take you, and please you, and show you the world. Because you deserve it, and you’ve been missing out on what you’re worth."
"I—"
"Tell me, my little spy," his hand releases my wrists and his fingers find their way between my thighs, "have you been wet for me, all day?"
"Yes," I whisper, and his teeth nip my earlobe.
"Good, then it’s been as hard for you as it’s been for me. Let’s not wait a second longer, shall we?" He asks, and then sits up, his fingers curling around the waistband of my jeans. He pulls them, and my underwear, down my hips. I lift them up, and he slides them off, tossing them to the floor. His hand presses against my belly, pushing me back down against the couch.
"Luca—"
"Shhh," he whispers, and then his hands are spreading my thighs. I look down, at the way his fingers curl against my pale skin, his dark hair, his face in shadow, the glint of his eyes and the curve of his smile as he looks down at me. "Look at this perfect pussy, Ash, look how pretty it is," he says, and his finger strokes down my folds. I shudder, and gasp, and his smile grows wider.
"You’re going to ruin me," I say softly, and his eyes flick up to meet mine.
"That’s the idea," he murmurs, and his fingertip circles around my clit, making it harden and throb, sending sparks of pleasure through me. "To ruin you for any other man. To have you addicted to my touch."
I can’t reply, and my breath catches in my throat as he leans in.
"Luca," I manage, but his hands push my thighs wider, and then his lips and tongue are on my clit, and I forget everything else. My fingers curl into the blanket under me, and his tongue strokes down my folds, teasing around the opening of my pussy. I squirm, and he pushes me down, his palm flat against my lower belly, keeping me pinned down.
I’ve never felt anything so good in my entire life, and when his tongue flicks against the little, tight, rise of my clit, a moan escapes me, and my hips jerk. His chuckle has the vibrations sending more pleasure through me, and I try and close my thighs.
"Never hide from me," he murmurs, his hands on my knees, pushing my legs apart, keeping me spread wide. "Not ever, you belong to me, remember?"
I’m panting, the pressure building in me, the tension.
"Please," I whimper, and he glances up at me, his dark eyes glinting.
"Say it," he orders, and I can only shake my head. He licks at my clit again, a slow, teasing flick that makes me gasp, and then another. I can’t take much more. I can feel it building.
