Page 60 of My Sunfall

For a moment she says nothing. Then her expression softens as if she’d read right through me. “As you wish,” she says simply. “The house will continue as it always has.”

Relief loosens something in my chest, though it’s quickly followed by a keen, uncomfortable awareness—I’ve just declined a role I was supposed to embrace in a life I’m already trapped inside. And it feels liberating, as if a boulder has been lifted off my shoulders.

Emma turns back to the stove, giving me space, and I wrap my fingers around the glass, grounding myself in its cool solidity, heart pounding from my little rebellion against Mother and her legacy.

When she asks if I’d like to eat in the dining room, I shake my head. “Could I… eat here?” I say, my voice small. “You could… sit and eat with me,” I add, unable to hide the hope in my voice.

She stills for a heartbeat, then her face softens. Her hands rest on the counter as she studies me, not with judgment, but with warm curiosity. “You don’t have to be alone, dear,” she says gently. “Sit. I’ll keep you company.”

The words wrap around me like a warm shawl. For the first time since I arrived back in the city, I feel like I’m in control, not drifting away in whatever direction the waves drag me. My resolve is slowly seeping back into my bloodstream, chasing the numbness. No matter what, I’ll be ready to face the tide. I won’t let myself be ripped from shore to be carried away by the currents again.

Chapter Forty-One

Chiara

Heat is pooling low in my belly, my pussy is throbbing and wet, and I can’t seem to catch my breath. A loud moan pushes through my lips. I wake with a startled gasp, feeling disoriented and hot. Slowly, consciousness takes hold and I realize two things. One, I am in bed and my hands are tied on the headboard above my head with some soft fabric. Two, someone, no, not someone, Lucas is between my thighs, dragging his tongue over my slit, humming hungrily. I didn’t hear him return. When did he—

“Oh god, Lucas.” I gasp as I wake fully when his tongue flicks over my clit, sending a wave of electrifying pleasure through my body. I can make out his form in the dim light of his bedside lamp as he is lying between my spread thighs. He somehow managed to bunch my satin negligee up and pull my panties off without waking me.

He lifts his head with a satisfied smirk. “Hello, cara mia.”

I pull at the ties. “Release me!”

“Uh-uh, love,” he replies, eyes wild. “You’ll stay right here, and you’ll let me eat you, then you’re gonna take my cock like a good girl when I fuck you hard.”

And with that, he goes back to teasing and circling my clit with his tongue. My breath catches in my throat. I am so close I can feel the pressure build, and my moans turn into pleas as I beg for release. He licks harder, alternating between flattening his tongue and hardening it to spear it into me until I’m a writhing mess. Then he sucks my clit between his lips and I fracture. I come hard, loudly screaming his name. I shudder endlessly while he still doesn’t relent. It’s only when I raggedly beg him to stop, does he take pity and starts to kiss his way up my belly, then my chest, teasing each nipple along the way, then he kisses my throat while I try to regain my breath. I open my eyes to find his face above mine, watching me intently.

“Seeing you come under my tongue is the most beautiful sight in the world,” he rasps, his rough voice and the awed look on his face making my heart clench. He brushes his knuckles over my cheek before I can avert my face, and grazes his lips over mine in a tender, chaste kiss. It’s such a contrast with his words earlier that I’m thrown off balance. I inhale sharply, and he deepens the kiss, pushing his tongue inside my mouth and I can taste myself. His kiss becomes more insistent, his tongue tangling with mine until I melt under him. New heat is building in my core, and my pussy pulsates with the need to be filled. I want to drag my hands through his hair to pull him closer, feel his hot skin beneath my fingers. But my bound hands leave me helpless and unable to move.

“Please…” I beg.

“Please what, cara mia?” His husky voice rasps against my lips as he grinds his hard length against my pussy.

“More… I need more.”

“More what?” he teases, leaning back to smirk down at me. “Be specific, love.”

I moan and writhe when he drags his cock over my pussy, coating himself in my arousal. “I need you…to fuck me. Hard. Please.” I almost sob from the intensity of my want.

“You’re such a good girl, begging so prettily. I’ll give you what you need.”

His eyes are almost feral when he straightens to kneel between my spread thighs, hands gripping my hips to hoist my ass up from the mattress and rest it down on his knees.

“I’m going to fuck you hard and deep, and you’re gonna take it all. You know why?”

His low, rough voice does unspeakable things to my pussy, and I slowly shake my head, eyes trapped by the searing gaze he pins me with.

“Because you’re my good girl.”

Red-hot lust travels up my spine, making me breathless and speechless.

“You will take it all, won’t you?” His voice is a low growl, barely sounding human. I whimper and writhe against him, wanting, no, needing him to alleviate the need in my core. I nod eagerly, unable to utter a coherent word.

He grabs my hips, aligns himself and drives in with a single powerful thrust. My loud moan fills the room.

“Fuuck, you feel so fucking incredible.” He groans, long and rough. He gathers my legs to drape them over his chest, feet on either side of his neck. Then he grips my ankle and trails kisses over my calf up to my ankle. “Look at you, bound for me, offered to me. Entirely mine.” He starts to pull out and pushes back in, hungry eyes locked on my face. When he leans down and drags his tongue over the spot at the back of my knee, I am so far gone I’m desperately begging for the release he is promising with his kisses.

He leans down farther and I soon find myself folded until my knees are hooked near my ears. He is poised over me, pounding inside me from above, his scorching gaze never leaving mine. The position feels intimate and erotic, I can see every emotion flicker over his face—lust, possessiveness, and something dark and intense I am too afraid to name. My heart stutters. The stance also makes him ram deep inside me, hitting a spot that makes me cry out from the twinge but stokes the fire engulfing my senses. Each drive punches the air out of me, and my throat is hoarse from crying out incoherent pleas. Soon, scorching heat pulls me under again and my walls clench around him. He is picking up speed, railing me into the mattress in hard thrusts, breath ragged, eyes wild and words of praise on his lips.