Chapter 8 #4
A low hum moved beneath her skin, vibrating through her bones.
It left her feeling hollowed out and filled all at once.
Her once scattered thoughts ceased immediately.
As her orgasm intensified, for a suspended moment she couldn’t tell where she ended and where she began.
That realization sent a chill throughout her.
Luca looked at her like saw her not as who she was but who she could become.
He stroked her like he was trying to draw a new woman inside of her forward, insisting that she exist instead of living to survive the next day.
“F-fuck Luca! I’ll be your wife!” She screamed out in full surrender mode.
“Say you’ll respect me,” he whispered out low and calmly.
La’Nova couldn’t get the words out fast enough. A strong wave of pleasure took over, making her look as if she was having a seizure. Luca reached down between them and massaged her clit with the pad of his thumb. He slid halfway out of her to make sure his dick hit her G-spot.
“Luccaaa!” La’Nova’s eyes popped open.
Her mouth ajar, tears cascading down her face. She felt high out of her mind as her orgasm continued. Ignoring her pleas for mercy, Luca continued to short stroke her.
“Tell me what I told you to say….only then will I make it stop.” He leaned close enough to peck the tip of her nose.
“I’ll…be your wife!” She moaned each word out.
“Make it stop!” She pleaded feeling herself grow weak.
Her body kept spasming, every part of her was sensitive. Relentlessly Luca continued short stroking her gushy pussy. Her overly sensitive nerves seemed to heighten as another earth-shattering orgasm slammed into her.
“Why would you want this good ass pussy to stop?”
He asked her with a sneer covering his handsome face.
He hated how good her pussy felt. This was a lesson that he was supposed to be teaching La’Nova but it was also a lesson to him as well.
La’Nova had the kind of pussy to make a sane man go insane.
Her pussy was as lethal as his dick. It had the ability to make a powerful man drop down to his knees and worship the legs that carried it around.
It humbled the shit out of him, made him make later plans to take his time and explore it thoroughly.
Disappointment creased his expression. Luca wanted to carry La’Nova out of the shower, lay her down to kiss and lick her from head to toes.
There was so much he had to do today, time wouldn’t permit the hours he wanted to spend inside of her.
A scream left her mouth as her nails bit into his shoulder blades.
“Wait! Wait!” She panted out with tears blinding her vision.
“I’ll be good!” La’Nova surrendered.
Her pussy started to feel like it was being split in half. She had to constantly relax her body to adjust to his monstrous invasion. It felt like her orgasm was never ending, like her body was overdosing off of a potent high.
“Fuck!” Luca groaned out as he thrust deep inside of her.
Her walls sucked on him rapidly as he held onto her hips. His pelvis smacked hard against hers as the water continued to splash between them.
“Say that shit again, Nova baby.” His whisper came out broken and hoarse as he felt his balls tighten.
“I swear!” she gasped out for air. “I’ll be fucking good!” She cried.
She moaned loudly before biting into her lip to silence the embarrassing sounds she was making.
La’Nova’s hand went to his pelvis, trying to push him back as she damn near lost her mind and sanity.
She was in love with the pleasurable sensation of his roughness.
He was inside of the shower dominating and taking her pussy, mind and body to heights she never knew existed.
Luca grabbed her left leg and placed it on his shoulder, stretching her to the max. Her head fell back as Luca’s fingers went back to her clit.
“God no!” Her voice was broken.
All La’Nova could do was ride the orgasmic journey as her stomach cramped along with her toes.
Luca pinched, rubbed and spanked her clit, causing her pussy to squirt out all around his thick girth.
With three more deep strokes, Luca leaned in and released deep inside of La’Nova, sealing their fate and the next steps between them.
La’Nova’s chest rose and fell as Luca pulled out of her slowly.
“I’ll hold you to your word.” He pecked her lips.
Her mouth parted but no words escaped, she panted breathlessly as her eyes fell closed for a few seconds before they opened and stared straight at Luca.
“I’m not the woman for you, Luca.” La’Nova’s doe-shaped eyes drooped lowly as more tears cascaded down her round cheeks.
“I—”
Luca hushed her by sucking her lips into his warm mouth. He parted her lips and kissed her deeply. After the good steamy session they both shared together, La’Nova wanted to confess all of her sins to him.
“We all got demons…” He grimaced the words out. “None of yours are too good for mine,” he admitted against her lips.
She folded into him the moment his arms closed around her as if her body had been waiting for permission to break. His embrace was tight, protective, the kind that didn’t ask questions before offering shelter. That alone made her chest ache.
Being in Luca’s arms felt like betrayal. Her past rose up viciously, uninvited. Kentrell revealed to her who he was after he called himself saving her. The Bonetti Mafia hadn’t just taken lives, they had hollowed her childhood, carved it out and left her with rage where innocence should have been.
Didn’t matter anymore to La’Nova which Bonetti did what to her.
Out of all of them there was one who did enough damage that changed her life.
While she saw the good in Lucille and knew she had no hand in messing up her life since she was once a victim, being in Luca’s arms with his seeds spilling down her legs was enough to make her feel shameful.
Shameful because she loved every minute of the intense intimacy that they just shared. She was even more shameful that she felt so secure and content crying in his arms right now. Her tears soaked into his shoulder as the contradiction of everything tore her apart.
How could safety feel like this when it wore the face of my enemy?
She pulled back from Luca just enough to speak; her voice cracked under the weight of the truth she didn’t want to say because it would ruin her overall plan.
“You shouldn’t—” She swallowed hard, tears spilling more rapidly. “You probably deserve someone better… Someone…untouched by a painful past. Another woman would be good enough for you, Luca… Anyone but me,” she whispered the last bit of her words.
Luca’s hand came up to cradle her head gently. His thumbs brushed away her tears. La’Nova’s world was spinning so fast as her anxiety and fear of the cold reality of her situation got the best of her.
“No,” Luca whispered, not breaking eye contact. “There is no other woman… I feel something strong enough to cure the demons inside of me with you.” He pulled her back close with certainty beating throughout his heart and mind.
His truthful words whispered like a sickness to her. The universe had a twisted sense of humor. It gave her possible love wrapped in the very name she secretly hunted until she felt the time was right. Luca gave her tenderness born from the same mafia that had taken everything from her.
La’Nova held him tighter, knowing she was clinging to both her salvation and her damnation and wondered how cruel fate had to be to make them feel identical.