Chapter 10
LUCA
She's at my door, looking like a queen on fire.
Her hair's all wild, eyes all gleamy, and she's standing right there looking at me like she's daring me to stay away in a bet I can never win.
She wants it rough, and I lose before she can even walk in.
My cock hardens so fast I get dizzy. Belle Donovan, asking me to fuck her rough?
Christ on a cracker, I must have died and gone to heaven. Or hell.
Probably hell, because what I want to do to her right now would make the devil hold the gates wide open.
I literally lunge towards her, like a beast going for his last meal.
"You sure about that?" I growl with my thumb on her neck and finger on the side of her cheek, tilting her neck back.
"I'm sure."
Her gorgeous green eyes drop to my lips, and I reach behind her, slamming the door shut.
She jumps, startled like it's only now she's cleared her head.
"I'm an impatient man. If you want to leave, do it now because I won't guarantee I'll stop once I start, sweetheart."
"Who said I'll let you stop?" She tilts her head, her eyes thinning from the playful challenge in her eyes.
Damn if that ain't something.
"Talk like that, and I might make you beg," I growl, leaning closer to her lips.
"I said I wanted it rough, didn't I?"
"Oh, I'm down." I grin, my eyes flickering to her lips.
She meets me halfway.
The sweet taste of her hits me hard the second my hungry mouth slams onto hers.
I kiss to take, without asking. She lets me, opens up like she's been waiting all damn night, and I groan against her lips.
Her head tilts back from how hard I kiss, and I use one hand to cradle the back of her neck, holding her steady while I ravage her mouth.
I slide my tongue between her lips, and she opens right up like a well.
My tongue goes right in, and she moans into my mouth, her hips grinding up to meet mine.
Even through our clothes, I can feel the heat of her.
It's maddening.
"I need you naked now, Belle," I growl against her lips.
"What are you waiting for? A platter or will the bed do?"
Well damn, she's sassy.
"How about right here? Less chance I lose my damn mind and eat you alive."
She gasps, and my fingers find the zipper of her dress, and I'm too far gone for patience.
I rip the silk open, letting the zipper pull ping against the hardwood.
All I can think is mine, mine, mine.
Her breath catches, but she arches closer with her nails digging into my shoulders.
I shove her against the door, pinning her there. She continues to grind against my hips, and I'm gone.
Just gone.
"You came here for this?" My voice is raw, scraping up from somewhere dark.
She nods, eyes hooded. "Like I said. I want it rough."
Christ. She's killing me.
"Say it again."
"Rough. Hard. Real."
That's all I need to let the games begin.
I drop to my knees in front of her, hands sliding down her sides to the waistband of her thong.
These I take slowly, savoring the reveal. I drag them down inch by inch, my eyes locked on hers as she watches me worship her.
"You're so fucking beautiful."
She's swaying, trying to keep her balance against the door, and I steady her with one palm as she stands above me in nothing but that lacy bra.
Her breathy moan tells me everything. How badly she needs this, how badly she needs me.
She's looking down at me with that heaving chest like I'm her salvation and damnation all rolled into one.
I bring my mouth closer, letting her scent hit me.
Musky and sweet.
My mouth waters like a horse on a good bit.
I'm on eye-level with the paradise between her thighs, and I sink to claim it, pressing my mouth against her pussy, tongue parting her folds in one long, devilish stroke.
"Luca!" she cries out, hands flying to my hair, gripping tight enough to hurt.
The pain just spurs me on. I spread her with my thumbs, taking her clit to my tongue.
I circle it slowly, teasingly, before flicking it with just the tip. Her knees buckle, and I wrap an arm around her thigh.
"Don't you dare fall," I growl. "I'm only starting with you here, darling."
I slide one finger inside her, then another, curling them to hook into her soul.
She's so tight, so wet, clenching around my fingers and pulling deeper.
And then I give it to her. Fast tongue, hard pressure, the kind of rhythm that makes her hands slap the wood behind her.
She gasps, keening, pulling my hair, losing control.
My tongue works her clit, flicking and circling and pumping in and out. She breathes ragged, her fingers tight on my hair.
She's close. I can feel it in the trembling of her thighs, hear it in the pitch of her moans.
"Luca—oh God—"
"That's it, baby," I encourage between licks. "Come for me. Come on my tongue."
Her voice breaks, and ding ding ding.
She's crying out my name and bucking against my face. She's a goddamn finger-crusher, but I'm a strong man.
I draw out every last tremor until she's gasping for mercy.
She shudders on the last waves, her whole body shivering like she's about to collapse.
I stand with my hands on her hips, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, grinning like the devil.
She leans against the door, her breasts rising like two stars.
Her dazed eyes snap open and land on me.
"You enjoyed that?" I rasp, tugging my shirt off.
She nods, gulping at the sight of my flexing muscles.
"Good." I grin, taking that thirsty look on her face as an affirmative. "Because I'm not finished."
I sling off my belt, let the pants slap to the floor.
Her gaze drops to my cock and sticks. Her pupils blow wide open.
I give her a lazy little smile. "You like what you see?"
She swallows, cheeks flushed.
"Answer me."
"I do."
"Good," I growl, stepping out of the clothes pooled around my feet. "Because I'm going to ruin you for every man who isn't me."
I crowd her against that door, and she's staring up at me, all wide-eyed and breathless.
I slip closer, her skin naked and soft against mine. I'm burning up, and she's the only way to quench that fire.
She breathes with little whimpers when I reach behind her and reach for the clasp of her bra.
It snaps off easily, and I slide those useless straps down her arms.
Now she's naked, glowing in the dim hotel light, a vision I don't deserve.
I travel down from her eyes to those perfect breasts that haunt my dreams.
I pinch a nipple, and her entire body twists like I've got her by the horns.
I grin and slide my hands down her back, and she arches.
"Luca…" she mewls and then hisses through her teeth when I grab her ass, squeeze tight, and lift her off the ground.
She squeals and wraps her legs like ropes around my hips, her arms clinging to my neck like she's fighting for dear life.
I can feel her wetness against the length of my cock, like a home calling me to rest.
I carry her to bed.
She asked for rough, and I'll give her every brutal inch of it.
I don't bother being gentle with the landing. I throw her down on the mattress, looming over her.
She looks wrecked already, with her hair splayed across the pillow and those lips kiss-swollen.
"You still want it rough?"
"Yes." Her voice is wrecked, breathless. "Please."
"Then hold on."
"How rough do you want it, Belle?" I ask, climbing onto the bed and positioning myself between her spread thighs.
"As rough as you can give it," she whispers, and fuck if that doesn't nearly make me lose it right there.
I grab her hips, yanking her to the edge of the bed.
"Then open up." I part her thighs until her muscles stretch.
I position myself at her entrance, meeting her eyes.
When I thrust home in one powerful stroke, burying myself completely, her back arches, a cry tearing from her throat that's pure music.
"Yes," she gasps, nails raking down my back. "Don't stop."
I set a rhythm that's all possession and need—deep, demanding strokes that claim every inch of her.
The headboard drums against the wall, keeping time with our desperate dance.
I set a punishing pace, hips slamming against hers, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.
She's so tight around me, so hot, so perfect.
I claim her body like a goddamn birthright, my balls slapping against her as I drive into her deep and wild.
Her body grips me like it was built for me, and the harder I go, the harder she clings.
She's trembling under me, and it only makes me fuck her rougher, chasing the quake in both of us.
She claws at me, dragging me closer, begging for more. Her words blur into moans, into curses, into desperate pleas.
I own every cry, every tremble, every gasp she makes.
"Harder."
I grab her legs, hike them higher over my shoulders, and then fuck into her with everything I've got.
Her scream splits the night, shoving me closer to the edge.
She's clawing at the sheets now, her head spinning left to right.
"You feel that?" I pant, sweat slick on my skin. "No one else will give you this. No one else can."
Her eyes roll back, body arching. She's sobbing with pleasure, trembling under me, yet begging for more, always more.
I hook my arms under her knees, pushing them back toward her chest now, opening her up to go deeper.
"Oh God, Luca, yes!"
"I'm going to fuck you into this mattress until you can't walk straight, Belle," I promise, letting her legs drop down to lean over her and pin her wrists above her head with one hand.
I pound her into the bed so hard the bedframe groans.
I grip her hip with my other hand, controlling the angle, the depth, everything.
She's completely at my mercy, and we both fucking love it.
"You're mine," I growl into her ear, punctuating each word with a thrust. "Say it."
"I'm yours," she gasps, eyes locked on mine. "All yours, Luca."
She tightens on me, her whole body trembling like she's about to snap.
I feel the fire coiling low in my spine, ready to blow, but I hold it back—grinding, driving, refusing to let go until she shatters first.
She begins to flutter around me, and I pin her wrists harder to ride her quake.
"Oh my God," she cries in choked sobs, her eyes closed as she lurches off the bed, starting to catch the waves.
I lose myself completely, thrusts turning frantic, chasing the high as her body convulses around me.
When she falls apart for the last time, shaking and wrecked beneath me, I let go to a shuddering release with the stars exploding behind my eyes.
I collapse over her, both of us heaving, sweat-drenched and tangled in sheets.
For a long moment, the world is just this. Our ragged breaths and the soft warmth of her skin under mine.
I press a soft kiss to her temple.
"You're mine," I whisper.
And she doesn't argue.