Chapter 26
Luka
My teeth are on the verge of breaking as I grind them together to make myself give her time to adjust. She’s so fucking tight. And wet. And hot. My dick is a minute away from bursting even though we just started.
This is so wrong. So fucking wrong. She’s traumatized. And hurting. But with each thrust inside her perfect little pussy, it’s harder to care about that. Each moan she lets out drowns out my guilty conscience. Until there’s nothing but her.
I never saw her as free as she looks right now, naked and writhing under me. There’s no trace of sadness in her eyes, a look that she typically wears. No, as her chocolate brown eyes stare at me with something akin to awe, she almost seems happy.
And God, do I get it. Because being inside of her, with her legs wrapped tight around my hips, is the closest thing to happiness I’ve felt in a long fucking time.
My eyes turn glossy, and I press my lips to hers, so she doesn’t notice. She opens eagerly, letting me suck on her tongue.
“Fuck, Sophie,” I say, pulling my mouth away to look at her.
She’s a vision. Shifting my weight to a single elbow, I pump in and out of her, her pussy squeezing the life out of me.
My other hand lands on her jaw, tracing it with my finger.
She shudders as I touch her collarbone. Her tits are next, and I circle both of her gorgeous nipples.
My hands travel lower, grabbing her waist, before getting to her legs.
I start with her ankle and make my way up to her thigh.
The skin of her thighs is calloused, with a million small, raised scars. I caress them as gently as I can, the feel of it making my heart ache. She’s right. That’s not something I can protect her from.
But damn, if I don’t want to. Damn if I don’t want to remove every past, present, or future harm that ever comes her way. She deserves to feel like this every single day. Free, untethered by her trauma, and moaning with pleasure. I roll my hips, and she bites into her bottom lip.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last,” I murmur, eliciting a whimper that shoots straight into my dick. “I need you to come for me again.”
“Make me,” she whispers, and I grunt.
I thrust faster and harder, the heavy hardwood bed now hitting the wall with the force of my thrusts.
“Fuck, Luka,” she groans. The sound of my name on her lips is almost too much to take, but I’m a man on a mission.
I slip a hand down to her soaked pussy, rubbing circles over her clit. Her moans get louder, her inhibitions falling apart. I drop my head to her nipple, licking an eager bud, and she slips her hand into my hair, holding me in place.
“Yes, harder,” she begs, so I nip her with my teeth. “Harder, I need it to hurt!” She sounds desperate, so I gladly obey, biting into her nipple roughly. She cries out and grips my cock like a vise.
I groan, my release following right behind.
My mind is empty as all my blood rushed downstairs to fill her with cum as deep as possible. My cock twitches inside of her and I fall down to both elbows, my head finding a place in the curve of her neck, barely holding on not to crush her with my weight.
Our breaths race while we stay like that, both of our bodies now covered in sweat. When I’m lucid enough to look up, I see her eyes full of tears. I shoot up, but her hand wraps around my biceps.
“It’s okay,” she says, comforting me. “It’s what I needed.” She shoots me a small smile, but I see the sadness behind it.
It’s gone. That carefree look she had just a few minutes ago is gone. All the weight she carries is back, and my insides clench.
“Trust me,” she continues.
“I thought I hurt you.” My voice is laced with vulnerability I typically share with no one.
“You didn’t.” She thinks for a second before adding, “Well, you did, but not in a bad way.”
I nod, though I’m not fully convinced. Languidly, I pull out of her, and the sight of my cum dripping out of her pussy is enough to bring the blood back to my brain.
“I…” I struggle to find my voice, dread filling me. After everything I’ve done to her, getting her pregnant while she’s being held captive is something I don’t think I could live with. “I didn’t think…”
“Hey.” Her voice is stricter now, making me glance up at her. “It’s all right. I-I can’t get pregnant.”
“Good.” Fuck, I’m an idiot. “I mean, not good, but good for this instance.” She looks at me with laughter in her eyes and relief rushes over me.
“Actually, I had an IUD put in a few years ago. It helps balance my hormones which tend to make my anxiety worse.”
“Ok.” My stomach unclenches. “Good.”
“I think I need a shower again.”
“Sure, I’ll give you some privacy.” Her head draws back for a second. “You can leave the door open, and I’ll be here.”
Her mouth drops but she nods, squeezing out from under me and scattering to the bathroom.
My guess is she hoped I’ll come with. But that’s not a good idea. We need some boundaries.
Throwing on some clothes, I check my phone and find tens of texts on it. The sound of the shower carries my gaze to the open bathroom door. My chest starts for it, but I plant my feet firmly on the ground, shaking my head. I read the texts from my brother first.
He needs me right away. Of course.
I shoot him a quick thumbs up and start tying my boots when I hear Sophie’s footsteps as she emerges from the bathroom, wrapped in only a towel.
“That was quick,” I notice.
“Yeah, sorry. I really don’t feel comfortable.” She chews on her lip, and I hate that the fear returned to her eyes. Her gaze lands on my half done up boots and she sucks in a breath. “You’re going somewhere?”
“Yeah, I have work to do.”
She crosses her arms, pressing both palms on her opposite shoulders, and starts tapping them in rhythmic motions. “Wh-who will be here?”
Her voice is shaking, and my heart sinks to my feet. She’s terrified. After what happened, it’s not a surprise, but it’s still hard to see.
“Who would you want to be here?”
She doesn’t skip a beat before responding, “You.”
I let out a quiet scoff, because the fact that she trusts me the most is absurd. I’m the reason she’s here. Even so, she feels safe with me.
“I need to deal with this.” I glance at the place where Zvone’s dead body previously lay. Her mouth parts as she realizes.
“Of course, yes. Sorry.”
“Not your fucking fault,” I bite out. Could’ve been gentler saying it, but none of this is her fault. She’s a poor bystander caught up in the crosshair of a mafia war.
She dips her head, still chewing on that lip.
“I’ll try to be back as soon as I can. Is there someone else you’d feel safe with? Andre, Ivan?”
“I guess. Just none of the new ones, please.” Her eyes are pleading, and I realize that she really hasn’t liked Toma’s men.
“Did some of them touch you?” My fists tighten.
“No. Not until last night. But they’re different. They creep me out.”
“Don’t worry. I won’t let them come close to you again.”
Her mouth relaxes on a relieved breath. “Thank you.”
I swallow. “Ivan will be here soon.”
She rushes to get dressed. Ivan’s, luckily, already at the club, and he gets to the dungeon within a minute. The situation with Russ, our distributor, has been handled, so he’s back here to help me. I greet him at the door and give him instructions quietly enough, so she doesn’t hear.
“What’s your girlfriend up to today?”
“Nina?”
“Yes, do you have another girlfriend?”
He looks confused, but he still answers. “Nothing much. Just hanging around her house until her shift in the afternoon.”
“Good. Tell her to meet you here. I’ll pay. Generously.” I glance at Sophie, who is checking the contents of her breakfast bag. “Do we have a deal?”
“Sure,” he responds and I’m glad he got the point without me having to ask outright.
I step out of the bar, calling Leon. Time to face the music.