Chapter 45 Luka
Luka
Amonth later…
Whoever said money doesn’t bring happiness has never spent a month in the Bahamas with the love of their life and zero responsibilities.
On the terrace of our beach front villa, I watch Sophie jog to the water in two pieces of blue string she calls a bikini.
It’s amazing to see how far she’s come. From a girl wanting to hide to one I have to remind to put some clothes on.
Dipping her toes into the water, she stretches her arms above her head, making my dick twitch in my shorts.
She turns back, winking at me, and I know she did that on purpose.
The confidence she grew into is amazing.
She wears her scars with pride now, along with any marks I leave on her.
Not hesitating a second longer, she dives into the clear blue water. I’d love to take all the credit for her wellbeing, but truth be told, that ocean did half the work.
The ocean, the sun, and the warm soft sand. And sex. Lots and lots of sex. I had sand in places sand should never be in, but it was worth every second.
Her laptop pings on the inside of our villa and I rise to check it.
Match found spell the letters on the screen.
With my face pulled up in a smile, I get back out. “Sophie,” I call out. She doesn’t hear me the first time, her head underwater. “Sophie!” I try again. This time, she surfaces. “We got a hit.”
She lets out an excited squeal, paddling toward the shore. I throw her a towel once she gets out. She dries off in a rush before entering the house.
Her fingers are still half wet as they click and clack on the keyboard. At last, she looks up. “We got him.”
“We got him?”
She nods and I rush to pick her up from the chair. She wraps her legs around my waist and presses my lips to hers. She still smells like coconuts. But now that scent blends with the sun on her skin and the smile on her face. And damn, if that isn’t the best thing I’ve ever smelled.
“When are we leaving?” I ask.
We’ve been searching for her dad ever since we landed here, and I know she’s dying to confront him.
“I still have more work to do. It’ll be a few more days.”
I knew Sophie was a genius, but I underestimated just how brilliant she was.
Other than not being able to beat her in a single chess game, she’s a wiz with computers.
She set up trackers to find her dad, and today, it finally paid off.
She also helps me keep track of my brother as much as she can.
I don’t know the details, but a few cameras caught him going in and out of his casino, so at least I know he’s alive.
We enter the air-conditioned living room, and she shivers.
Hades and Alan barely lift their heads from their spots on the couch.
Other than squeezing into the bed with us, this is by far their favorite room in the house.
They spend most of the days lounging in the temperature-controlled room, agreeing to go for a walk only when the sun sets.
The nights are scorching hot, but they refuse the idea of not sharing the bed with us.
We even had a custom-made mattress flown in so we could all fit and not die of overheating.
Sophie continues walking to the hallway and I follow behind. Her ass taunts me in a bikini that’s practically a thong, but I lift my head.
“What would you like to do now?” I ask.
Her hair flips as she turns around, shooting me a smirk. “What do you think?”
My dick hardens in a second, and a low growl escapes my throat.
She squeals and starts for the stairs. With a huge smile on her face, she calls out, “You’re going to have to catch me first.”
I freeze for a second, stunned by the happiness on her face.
No matter how many times I see it, it still leaves me breathless.
I blink to recover my senses and jog after her, taking the stairs two at a time.
I find her in the main bedroom just as she pulls on the string of her top, releasing the flimsy fabric and setting her tits free.
Saliva pools in my mouth and by the devilish look in her eyes, I’d say she knows it.
Next, she pulls on a string of her bottoms, and my vision narrows.
The fabric drops to the floor, revealing the strip of hair that drives me insane with need, and delicious tan lines. Out in the sun, her scars turned into stripes. She’s a tigress, a fierce warrior who fought hard and came out stronger.
“Are you just going to stand there?” she taunts, and I jump on her, tackling her to the bed and pinning both of her hands above her head.
She squirms beneath me as I push in between her thighs and wrap my fist around both of her wrists, keeping her in place. Her tits bounce with the movements, and I don’t resist the temptation, nipping both of her nipples with my teeth. She hisses, and the sound shoots straight to my dick.
Unwilling to hold on, I lower my shorts to free my already dripping cock. On a hard, smooth thrust, I enter her to the hilt.
“Oh!” she moans in half-pleasure, half-pain.
“Take it.” I know she loves it. She loves it rough and raw, and I love to give it to her.
She lets out a tiny mewl, spurring me to go faster. I feel as she grows wetter, giving my cock less and less resistance to thrust into her.
And so I do. I pump into her with deep, punishing thrusts, filling the room with her moans.
“Fuck, Luka, yes!” she screams.
“Squeeze me, mila. Squeeze my cock.”
She obeys right away, cutting off whatever blood supply was left to my brain. Her eyes flutter shut, but that won’t do.
“Look at me. Look at me while I’m taking you.”
Her eyes snap open, and I press my mouth to her nipples, swirling the hard nubs.
I trace her collarbone with my tongue, savoring the salt on her skin.
I make my way over her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
Finally, I press my lips to hers. She moans into my mouth, and I swallow the sound with my kisses.
Her back arches off the bed and I slip my arm underneath her, pulling her flush to me.
Just as her tight heat becomes too much to handle, she trembles underneath me.
Her thighs wrap around me tightly, mimicking her pussy that’s clenching me like a vise.
The sensation is too good, too perfect to stop my impending orgasm.
It shakes through me, starting from the base of my spine, and climbing its way up the rest of my body.
No cell is left intact from the earthquake of my release.
At some point, I lower my head to her sweat-slicked chest, reveling in the beat of her heart. It’s rushed, giving no signs of slowing down. I wouldn’t want it to slow down. I want her frantic heartbeat forever.
“Fuck, it’s hot,” she mutters, and a deep laugh rumbles out of me. I scoot to the side, letting her catch a breath.
“Good thing we’re leaving in a few days,” I respond.
“Yeah…” She doesn’t sound convinced.
“You know that won’t change a thing? We’ll do what we need and get back to our own life.”
“Here?”
“Wherever you want to.”
“I think I want to visit Croatia… and your mother’s grave.”
My throat grows tight. “Then that’s what we’ll do.”