Page 65 of Brutal Vows

“Luca,” I moan as I ride into his touch. “Touch me already and find out.” And hate what you find, because you will hate it.

He doesn’t dip into my panties; he just teases me over the fabric, slowly homing in on a desperate target. I inhale sharply when he finally puts pressure on my clit, finding my piercing. He’s kissing me even deeper as he hums his approval.

“Fucking sexiest thing,” he whispers as he settles into a delicate rhythm, rubbing me into bliss, and I cling to him, my fingers raked into his hair. “Come for me like this,” he whispers. “Let’s see if you can.”

He is rocking into my leg, his cock right there, the tip wet and sliding with ease. I’ve closed my eyes, but in my mind’s eye, I see him guiding me, his lips now lowering to my breasts, tugging with his teeth at my bra until he has access to my nipple. He first licks and then sucks and it’s all too much. It’s been too long, he’s too intense, and the wave is there, rushing to shore and nothing is going to stop it.

He must feel it coming because he applies more pressure. My body obeys the quiet command, and I come for him. It’s sweet and intense and I immediately want more, craving the satisfaction of the crashing release that only having him inside me can bring. As if he senses this, he pulls my panties to the side and slides two fingers into me, curling them against my g-spot, fucking me hard.

“So fucking wet. Come some more for me, princess. I want to lick you like a melting fucking ice lolly. Be drenched for me. Give me all your sweetness.”

My legs are trembling. I’m making a mess, drenching his hand as I come some more.

“Luca,” I murmur between kisses, then reach for his hand to make him stop. “Too much.”

He holds still but doesn’t extract his fingers. Instead, he smiles against my mouth.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, then kisses me as I calm down, slowly letting go. “I want to see you now, princess. See your pretty underwear. Enjoy your glow. Stare into your eyes to see where you’re at as we try this out for size.”

“God, Luca.” This is going to be so unfair. He wants to see and touch and taste everything. Only the blind could miss it. “The size might be an issue,” I murmur, skirting the reality that awaits us both.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs. “We’ll take it slow.”

I reluctantly let him go. I’ve run out of choices. He is my last resort. Let the truth out and then let him punish me so we get it over and done with.

31

LUCA

I get off the bed and strip, then reach for the remote to close the window blinds. I don’t put the bedside lamp on. Instead, I head for the ceiling lights.

“Cover your eyes,” I say and give her a second to do so, then switch them on. The room is flooded with light.

“Luca.” She sighs. “Really?”

“So I can see you better.” I smirk while dimming them a bit. I fist my cock and give it a few languid strokes while heading back to the bed.

“And hear me moan better and eat me out better?” she jokes, but there’s an edge to her voice.

“Totally.” We’re so on the same page here.

She’s pulled up her legs and now she’s peering through her fingers at me, eyes adjusting to the light. Jesus. She’s breathtaking. Thick dark hair spread over the pillow. She lifts her hands away from her face, and there’s the gorgeous glow I’m chasing.

She’s in pale blue lacy underwear with little white daisies embroidered all over it. It’s playful but sexy, feminine and utterly alluring. The need to thrust into her floods my whole body, and not just my cock. I kneel on the bed with the intention of slowly stripping her of the whimsical fabric in a delicate operation that’s going to involve a lot of kissing, sucking, and licking.

My hand is on her thigh as I home in on her pussy, but my gaze snags on the lines—stretch marks, recent stretch marks—that cup her lower belly like a lotus flower. The faint dark line that runs like a seam over her abdomen.

A tremor runs through me.

She was pregnant. Once. Not long ago.

I sink onto the bed in shock, searching her body for other clues. Surely, this is just a warped moment in the matrix, a mind fuck—just blink and it will pass. My fingers quiver as I run them along her inner thigh and splay my hand on her stomach. She is so quiet, but I can feel her suppressed breathing, the tension in her body as I touch her.

My mouth turns dry as all the implications of her situation tally in my mind.

She’s had a baby.

She’s here with no baby.