9. Lara
Chapter 9
Lara
I have to wait until Friday night before I can see Luka again. My mom’s been growing suspicious, especially after she saw that I’d freed my windows of the foil she’d put on and the vase of flowers that have been sitting on my nightstand. I’d given her the line about my co-worker not wanting them, but I could tell she didn’t quite believe me.
Until I learn the truth, I can’t risk confronting her, so little white lies are an unavoidable necessity for the time being. Luka told me his cousin is close to finding information about my dad, and a big part of me is scared to death at what he might unearth, but I still want to know. It might turn out to be a Pandora’s box situation, but just like her, my curiosity won’t let me keep the damn lid shut. I’ve got to take a peek inside, even if it does have the potential to wreak havoc on my life.
Tonight’s poker game is dwindling down, only continuing because Bloody Mary insists on throwing more chips into the pot, but we can all sense it’s a lost cause. Moscow Mule is clearly going to be the winner tonight, but Bloody Mary apparently hasn’t picked up on that vibe yet, so the game keeps going. I have a feeling he’s going to regret hanging on so long when he sees his bank account tomorrow, or what’s left of it .
Gabby stands silently beside me, already preparing the next martini in case it comes to that, while Dario stands in front of the exit—relaxed, wide stance with his hands resting behind his back, looking every bit like a soldier at ease, but his eyes give him away. They’re always looking around, always taking in every single detail and not missing one damn thing.
When Bloody Mary finally loses, he’s the only one who looks surprised by it. The rest of us are just happy it’s over. I hear Gabby’s soft sigh of relief before we both go to stand by Dario, smiles firmly in place as we say goodbye to the men and thank them for the tips they pass us on their way out.
“Nice work, ladies,” Dario tells us, giving us both a nod before stepping out and leaving us to straighten things up.
I’m just about done with drying the glasses when I hear Gabby whisper a quick, “Holy shit. Who’s that guy?”
I look over, my own breath catching in my throat at the sight of Luka leaning against the doorframe. His green eyes stay on mine, and with a sexy smile, he walks towards me until he’s only inches from my body and making everything else disappear.
“You look beautiful tonight, kisa. ”
I know that can’t possibly be true and that he must be sick to death of seeing me in black skirts and long-sleeved shirts, but he never acts like it, and he’s never once asked me why I insist on keeping my arms covered. I appreciate it so damn much. He doesn’t ever push me to talk about things I don’t want to talk about, but I know I need to tell him about my scars soon. I can’t keep my arms covered forever. He’s eventually going to see them. The thought of seeing disgust or pity in his eyes is the only thing stopping me.
He cups my face and leans down to kiss me. It’s not a deep kiss. He keeps it PG since Gabby is here, and when he pulls back, I look over and can’t help but laugh at the wide-eyed look she’s giving me.
“Gabby, this is Luka,” I tell her.
“I’m her boyfriend,” Luka quickly says, holding out his hand to her, and I swear my heart grows a few sizes at hearing the word boyfriend fall so easily from his lips.
“Hi, I’m Gabby.” She shakes his hand, getting a grip on herself far faster than I would’ve been able to do and smiles up at him. “Nice to meet you.”
“You too,” Luka says. “I can tell by your surprised face that Lara’s been keeping me a secret.” He turns back to me and rests his hand at the nape of my neck, gently caressing my skin and sending a delicious shiver down my spine. “Should I be offended, kisa ?”
“No.” I feel myself blush and look between the two of them. There’s a mischievous glint in Luka’s eyes, and Gabby is giving me a Girl, I want all the details later kind of look. I sigh at the two of them. “Stop ganging up on me. I was going to say something at some point.”
The truth is I’m so used to keeping my private life private that it never even occurred to me to tell Gabby about him. As if Luka can read my mind, he leans down and kisses my head. When Gabby turns back around to finish the last of the dishes, Luka whispers, “Don’t worry, baby, once you have my ring on your finger, you won’t need to explain anything. Everyone will already know you’re mine without you having to say a word.”
He smiles at the surprised look I must be giving him and takes the wet rag from my hand so he can wipe down the bar and put the last of the glasses away.
“I like this guy,” Gabby says, shooting me a big smile while she watches Luka finish our chores.
“Yeah, he’s a keeper,” I say, making Luka laugh.
He gives me a wink. “Good to know.”
After making sure all the liquor bottles are back where they should be, I grab the messenger bag I’d brought before Luka pulls me against him and we say our goodbyes to Gabby. She smiles and then gives me a quick thumbs up and mouths the word Wow when Luka turns his back on her to lead me out of the room. I bite back a laugh and give her a wave.
With his arm wrapped securely around me, I follow him down the stairs. Marco sees us coming and quickly steps aside, giving Luka a deferential nod. It’s weird seeing the way people respond to Luka. We haven’t had a chance to go out much, but I saw the way Lou nearly pissed himself when he realized who he was talking to, and Marco might be civil to me, but he doesn’t act like I’m above him in any way. As far as the pecking order of the club goes, I’ve learned I’m just slightly above the main-room waitresses. I’m definitely not ranking above security, but the man I’m pressed against most certainly is.
“Come on, kisa ,” Luka says over the loud, fast beat of the music. “I’m parked out front.”
The main part of the club is packed like usual, and when we’re forced to skirt around the dance floor, it’s impossible to not notice the way the women try to catch Luka’s eye. One brunette in particular is really giving it her all. The glittery dress she’s wearing sparkles with every move she makes, and when she shakes her impressive chest at him, I’m genuinely surprised a nipple doesn’t pop out. I’m not sure if I should be pissed or impressed.
Luka just sounds pissed when he tightens his arm around me and growls, “What a fucking idiot.”
The woman hears him, looking shocked to her core at being dismissed so easily, but then she narrows her eyes and whips her hair around, turning her attention to the man nearest her. A new song starts up, and her ass is already shaking to the beat of it, desperate to prove that she’s still got it.
“I don’t think she cared for that,” I holler up at him.
He laughs and smiles down at me. “I really don’t think I give a fuck. She was being disrespectful to you, and I only said what was true. She’s a fucking idiot if she thinks any woman could ever tempt me away from you.”
Well, that’s just sweet, and when he sees the sappy smile I give him, he smiles even bigger and leans down to kiss me.
“Let’s go, baby. I don’t want to waste any of our time together here.”
He leads me out of the club, and this time when I walk past the long line of gorgeous women waiting to get in, I don’t let myself feel inferior to them. I don’t care what they think. It’s impossible to remain invisible while on Luka’s arm, but I’m slowly learning how to be okay with being seen. I’m slowly learning how to not let it immediately make me think something bad about myself. I will never think of myself as supermodel gorgeous, but that doesn’t mean they get to make me feel ugly. I’m tired of giving other people that kind of power. So, instead of ducking my head like I would normally do, I keep my chin high and smile up at Luka, who’s looking down at me like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on. He doesn’t even notice the women lined up and trying like hell to get his attention. He’s too busy looking at me, and god does that feel good.
When he leads me to his Porsche, he opens the door for me and once we’re both seated, he asks, “Are we all set?”
I smile even bigger and nod my head. He’d asked me this morning if there was any way I could stay with him all night, and I’d quickly said yes. I’d told my mom that one of my coworkers wanted me to stay over at her new apartment, and when she’d started to run through a checklist of reasons on why that wasn’t a good idea, I’d very firmly shut that shit down and told her that I’m way too old for her to still be treating me like this. I know she worries, and I know her head gets all kinds of fucked up, but I can’t keep living like this. Luka’s helped me to realize that, and he’s helped me to see how much more I want out of life. My mom had eventually given up on trying to talk me out of my decision, but she wasn’t happy about it.
Luka grabs my hand and kisses the back of it while he drives us away from the bustling club. “I hate to spring this on you, but what do you think about meeting my family this Sunday?”
“All of them?”
He smiles at the horror and blind panic that’s managed to coat my words. “Yes. My parents want to meet you.”
“Then can’t I just meet them?” I ask. “Don’t you think that would be easier? We can just do it Noah’s Ark style. You know, two at a time?”
He laughs and shakes his head. “They’ll just all crash the party. They all know about you, and they all want to meet you. ”
“Jesus,” I whisper, my palms already starting to sweat.
“We’re having a big family supper at Dominic’s house.”
“Great, so my boss will be there too.”
“He is married to my cousin. You’ll get to meet their daughter,” he says, trying to sweeten the pot. “Isabella is very cute.”
“I’m sure she is, but what if they don’t like me?”
“Impossible,” he quickly says.
I stare out the window and whisper my real fear. “What if they don’t think I’m good enough for you?”
“Never going to happen.” He kisses my hand again, and I take comfort in the fact that he hadn’t even hesitated for a second. “That’s not how my family is, kisa . They judge people on who they are and nothing else, and you’re perfect, exactly the kind of person they’ll love.”
“And what kind of person is that?”
He’s pulling into the parking garage and doesn’t answer me until he’s parked and cupping my face in his hands. “The kind of person who’s sweet and kind and values loyalty, the kind of person who hears a stray kitten and doesn’t think twice about rescuing it, and, most importantly, you’re the person I’m in love with.”
“Luka,” I whisper, “you don’t have to tell me that if you don’t mean it.”
“I would never say it if I didn’t mean it.” His thumb caresses my cheek, and I lean into his touch. “You’re the only woman I will ever say those words to, Lara. I don’t care that we haven’t known each other that long. I think I fell in love with you the first second I saw you, and I’m not going to run away from that just because it happened quickly. Some people need years to figure out what they want, but all I needed was just a few moments alone with you to know that you are the only woman I’ll ever want.”
He gives a soft laugh. “Maybe it’s a family thing. The Melnikov men tend to fall hard and fast, but once we do, there’s no going back.” His thumb lightly grazes my bottom lip. “You’re it for me, sweetheart.”
“So you’re saying I’m stuck with you?” I ask, fighting a smile.
He laughs and my smile breaks through at the carefree sound of it. “ You are, kisa , yes.” He rests his forehead against mine while keeping my face cupped in his hands. “Because I’m never letting you go.”
“Take me upstairs, Luka,” I whisper.
“You know I’m not expecting anything, right?”
“I know.”
He pulls back, seeing for himself that I believe him, and when he’s sure I’m telling the truth, he grabs my bag and we step out. Once we’re in the penthouse, he sets my bag down on the counter while I look around. It’s just as beautiful as I remember it.
“Did you tell your cousins to stay away tonight?” I smile to let him know I’m joking.
He runs a hand through his hair and motions to the penthouse around us. “I didn’t need to. I actually just moved in. Niki’s hooking them up with a new place.” His gaze drifts to the terrace. The hammock is easy to see thanks to the outdoor lighting and large windows. “This place has special memories to me, and I wasn’t willing to let them go. Plus,” he says, giving me a grin, “you said you like this place.”
“I do,” I tell him, looking around at the gorgeous penthouse. “It’s amazing.”
“Good, then it’ll be easy for me to convince you to move in.”
If I were eating something, I’d be choking on it now. My mouth opens and closes like I’m a damn fish trying to breathe out of water, while I try like hell to come up with some way to respond to what has to be a joke, but he’s not laughing. He’s just staring at me with a hungry look in his eyes and a sexy smile playing at his lips.
“You want me to move in?”
“Yes, as soon as possible.” He steps closer, stopping when our bodies are only inches apart and he’s towering over me. “I feel better when you’re near me. I don’t like not knowing what’s going on or where you’re at. I hate not knowing the little things.”
“Little things?”
“Yes.” He lightly drags a finger up my neck and along my throat. “I don’t like not knowing what pajamas you’re wearing, what you look like when you first wake up, how many cups of coffee you drink in the morning,” he gives a soft laugh and adds, “whether or not you’re a grumpy morning person or if you hog the bed and steal the covers. I want to know everything about you.”
“I don’t look great in the morning. You should probably prepare yourself for that.”
He laughs and threads his fingers through my hair. “Impossible.”
“Well, I’ll be sure and rub my victory in tomorrow when you open your eyes and see me in all my morning glory.” He laughs while I add, “God, I bet you’re annoyingly gorgeous when you first wake up.”
“I guess you’ll find out soon enough.”
His words send a rush of warmth through me, reminding me that I’m about to spend the night with him. My arms burn with the secret I’m hiding, and one of my hands instinctively goes to my wrist, the fingers edging in past the cuff of my shirt to feel the first raised line on my arm. He feels me tense and assumes it’s because I’m hesitant to share a bed with him.
“ Kisa ,” he whispers, cupping my face and kissing my forehead. “I want you to know that I will be just as happy falling asleep with you on the couch while fully clothed if that’s what you’d rather do. The last thing I want is for you to feel pressured to do something you’re not ready for.”
His lips trail a soft line of kisses across my brow and temple. “You are worth waiting for, and I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”
“I don’t want to wait,” I whisper, “but you might change your mind when you see what I’ve been hiding.”
“Impossible,” he quickly says, not a trace of doubt in his voice. He pulls back just enough to see me. “What have you been hiding from me, kisa ?”
Fear has a lump forming in my throat, and when looking into his green eyes is more than I can take, I focus on the wall of windows beside us and the lit-up skyline beyond. I can’t confess my secrets while meeting his eyes. I just can’t.
He keeps cupping my face, thumbs stroking my cheeks while I tell him what I’ve never told anyone. While I explain how I started cutting myself when I was twelve and the reasons why I did it and why I kept coming back to it, he doesn’t stop me, doesn’t force me to look at him. Instead, he keeps caressing my face and neck and then eventually picks me up and carries me to the couch, sitting down with me in his lap.
“I’m scared you’re going to think I’m ugly,” I finally admit. “It’s not pretty, Luka. What if you’re disgusted by it?”
He hooks a finger under my chin, gently pulling my gaze back to his. There’s no judgment in his green eyes, only love and acceptance, and the sight of it has the lump in my throat growing. I fight the tears, though. I don’t want to turn this into a crying fest. I want this night to be special. I don’t want it ruined by my past.
“You are beautiful to me, kisa , every inch of you, and nothing will ever change that.” He runs his hand down my arm, and I try not to squirm. I’ve spent so many years hiding this part of myself, and it feels odd to allow his hands to skim over my secrets, even if there is still the fabric of my shirt between his fingers and my skin.
“Everyone in my family has scars, Lara, and I imagine I’ll end up with my fair share of them. They don’t bother me. Nothing about you could bother me, but you don’t have to show me if you don’t want to.”
“I suppose I could just keep my shirt on at all times.”
He smiles at my tone. “Even in the shower.” He kisses my shoulder and adds, “Just make sure it’s a white one.”
I smile and lean into his touch before turning so I can straddle him, and he immediately grabs onto my hips, holding me gently in place.
“Everything about you is perfect, kisa ,” he reminds me, “and nothing will ever change that.”
“I’m not perfect, Luka. I’m far from it.”
“Not to me.” He digs his fingers into my hips, nudging me closer so our lips are almost touching. “To me, you’re perfect.”
I run my hands through his dark hair and close the distance between us. His lips are warm against mine and so damn familiar. I love knowing how this man kisses. I love that I’m the only woman who knows what it feels like to be kissed by him, the way he likes to nip and lick at my lips, coaxing my mouth open before delving inside, the way he groans when I run my tongue along his, and the way he likes to put his hands on my throat, pressing his thumb to my pulse point so he can feel the rapid beat of my heart as he kisses me senseless.
I’ve spent my whole life trying to be invisible, but now all I want is to be seen by him. It’s terrifying to take the first step, and when I bring my hands to the bottom of my shirt, I’m feeling way more fear than gutsy, badass exhilaration. I’m taking a gamble that the brave, badass feeling will catch up and come out to play, because when the shirt isn’t even halfway up my body, my hands are shaking so badly that Luka stops me.
“Are you sure you want to do this? You can keep it on, kisa . I promise I don’t mind.”
I nod and whisper, “I’m sure. I need to do this.”
Before I lose my courage, I pull my shirt off and toss it aside. I’m in nothing but my bra and skirt, and there’s nothing covering my scarred arms. No one’s ever seen them but me, and my breaths are fast and quick when the weight of what I’ve just done hits me. Without thinking, I go to reach for my shirt, wondering what in the fuck just came over me when Luka grabs my wrists, gently stopping me.
“Baby,” he whispers, running his eyes over the mess I’ve made of my skin, and when he slowly runs his fingers over my arm, a tear slips out, even though I’m trying my damndest to hold it back. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to help you, kisa ,” he whispers. “I’m sorry that you felt this was the only option you had, and I’m sorry you’ve had to carry this secret around for so many years.”
He brings my arm to his mouth and slowly kisses over my scars, his soft lips pressing against each and every cut I’ve ever made, and when he’s done, he picks up my other arm and starts again. By the time he’s kissed every silvery line that I’ve marked myself with, I’m crying, even though I swore I wasn’t going to.
He kisses my wrist and then cups my face. “You’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and you’re still the only woman I’ll ever love and the only one I’ll ever want to touch. Your scars don’t make you ugly, kisa . If anything, they make you even more beautiful to me. It’s a part of yourself that you keep hidden that you’ve chosen to share with me. That’s a gift, baby, and not one I take lightly.”
I hear the truth in his voice, and for the first time in my life, I feel seen, truly seen, and it’s not the horrifying experience I thought it’d be. It’s beautiful, even if my scarred skin isn’t. He makes me feel whole. It’s not that I no longer feel damaged, I know I am, my skin isn’t going to magically fix itself, but I feel accepted just the way I am, scars and all, and it’s liberating in a way that I hadn’t been expecting.
Bringing his mouth back to mine, he kisses me slowly, reminding me with every touch of how loved I am, and when I open wider, sucking his tongue in further, he groans and deepens the kiss. He’s hard beneath me, and when I start to rock my hips, he brings one hand to my ass, cupping me tightly in a possessive grip that has me pulling on his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine.
He breaks our kiss just long enough for me to get his shirt off, and then his lips crash against mine in a hungry, bruising kiss that I never want to end. When his hands run up my back, I moan, encouraging him to do away with the last piece of clothing between our chests. Unhooking my bra, he slides the straps down my shoulders, never breaking our kiss, until I toss it aside and press my breasts to his bare chest.
“Jesus,” he groans, holding me tighter against him while I wrap my arms around his neck, completely drunk on the sensations running through my body as my nipples scrape along his muscled chest and his arms cocoon my body against his.
With an ease that will never cease to surprise me, he stands up from the couch, taking me with him and walks us down the hall I’ve yet to go down. I pull back with a smile.
“You haven’t given me a tour of your place yet.”
He laughs and nods his chin at the doorway we’re passing. “Spare room.”
I look in, unable to see anything except the outline of a bed and dresser .
“Bathroom,” he says as we pass another dark room.
“You know I can’t actually see any of this, right?”
“I’ll give you a proper tour later, kisa . Plus, we’ll need to christen every room, as well as the hallway and the terrace and the elevator. It won’t feel like home until we do.”
“Well, we can’t have that, now can we?”
“No, we cannot,” he agrees with a smile and carries me into the next room.
“Wow,” I whisper, looking around at the large bedroom. It’s bigger than the living room in my mom’s apartment, and the curtains are open, so there’s plenty of light from the city right below us coming in through the large windows. There’s not a strip of foil to be found, and I fucking love it.
“I’m glad you like it.” He carries me to the window, letting me see the view beyond. There’s another set of French doors in here, so we have our own private entrance to the rooftop. I hadn’t realized it was L-shaped. None of this is visible from the hammock.
“You’ve been holding out,” I say, eyeing the large hot tub.
“Never, kisa . I was just saving it as a surprise for later.”
I turn back to look at him, cupping the back of his neck while the fingers of my other hand run along his stubbled cheek. “For later?”
“Yes.” He smiles and gives me a wink. “I imagine you’re going to be pretty sore and in need of a soak.”
I haven’t given much thought to how painful this is going to be, but he’s right. With the size of him, there’s no way I’m coming out of this unscathed. I will not be hopping out of bed tomorrow with a skip in my step. I’m guessing I’ll be smiling like an idiot while wincing and hobbling around. Looking into Luka’s green eyes, I quickly decide it’s worth it. He’s worth it, and something tells me that tonight is going to be about a lot more than just pain.
“Having second thoughts, kisa ?” He whispers the words, pulling closer so I can feel the heat of his breath against my lips.
“Never.”
“Stop me if you need to. ”
“I will.” I say the words, but as I do I tighten my arms and legs around him, making him smile and kiss me again. There’s no way in hell I want to stop this. I’m more than ready to give every part of myself to Luka Melnikov, and when he deepens the kiss and carries me to the large bed that’s waiting for us, I’m already snaking a hand between us, trying to undo his pants before he’s even laid me down.
I feel him smile against my lips as he gives a soft laugh at my eagerness. He braces his hands on either side of my head and looks down at me, staring at the rise and fall of my chest. Sitting up, he scoots back so he’s straddling my thighs.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs while dragging his fingers along my neck. He traces a slow line along my skin, slowly dipping lower, and when he lightly grazes one of my nipples, I sigh and arch up to meet his touch, instantly craving more.
“I’m going to spend all night worshipping your body, kisa .”
His fingers drag lower, dipping under the waistband of my skirt and giving a soft tug that exposes more of my skin. The deep, masculine groan he gives while slowly sliding my skirt down makes me feel like the sexiest woman alive. Scooting off the bed, he pulls my skirt off the rest of the way and then hooks his fingers under the lace of my panties, slowly dragging those down as well until I’m naked and lying on his bed.
“You are so beautiful,” he groans, raking his hooded eyes over me in a slow sweep that has me squirming beneath the intensity of his gaze. The corner of his mouth lifts up in a sexy smirk when he sees the effect he’s having on me.
When his hands go to his jeans, I watch every slow movement he makes, eyes glued to the front of his pants, unable to look away even if I wanted to. I swear I hear every tooth on his zipper separate from the other as he slowly drags it down, and when he slides his jeans down his powerful thighs and kicks them aside, I bite my lip and stare at the huge bulge straining against his boxer briefs.
One large, tattooed hand reaches down to grab himself over his boxers, and I lift up onto my elbows for a better view .
He gives a soft laugh and then strips off the last barrier between us. Luka fully naked and standing in front of me is a sight to behold, and my brain can’t figure out what I should be focusing on because I want to study every inch of him in depth, so my eyes end up dancing over his body, trying like hell to take it all in at once. I’ve just gone from the deep, muscular indentations along his sides to the rippled abs and then back to the thick cock that’s impossible to ignore when I hear him laugh, which just has my eyes jumping again, this time back to his.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I tell him. “I can’t believe I’m the only woman to ever see you naked.”
He smiles even bigger and steps closer, lowering his head so he can kiss the top of my foot. “And no other woman ever will,” he whispers against my skin while slowly kissing a line up my leg.
I have no idea how I got so lucky, but I’m not about to sit here questioning it. When he nips at the skin of my calf and then licks the sting, I moan and my thighs automatically start to part. I cringe when I realize that not even parting them has created that elusive thigh gap that social media constantly tells me I should most definitely have if I want to look good, and right as I’m worrying about my thick thighs, Luka groans and runs his tongue above my knee.
“God, I love your legs, kisa ,” he growls right before he nips and sucks and licks his way up my leg while his hand kneads my other thigh. “I want them wrapped around my head, and then I want them wrapped around my waist, and then when you’re pussy is too sore for me to fuck again, I’m going to use your thighs to get myself off and cum all over your body. I’m going to own every single inch of you before the sun comes up.”
I’m not entirely sure how he’s going to do all that, but the questions die in my throat when he grabs the backs of my thighs and spreads me wide.
“Jesus,” he growls, bringing his face closer so he’s staring right at my pussy. “So fucking perfect.”
I hiss out a breath when he slowly drags his tongue up my slit. “ You’re so wet for me, baby,” he murmurs against my sex, “so goddamn pretty when you’re all swollen and messy.”
Hypnotized by the sight of him nuzzling my pussy, I nearly choke when he says, “God, I’m going to ruin this tight little cunt, kisa .”
He doesn’t give me a chance to respond, just buries his face between my legs and fucking devours me. My arms give out, and I fall back against the mattress with a whimper when he wraps his lips around my clit and slides a finger into me. On instinct, my body tightens around his thick finger, pulling a groan from him that vibrates against my sensitive skin, nearly sending me over the edge.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, reaching down to fist his hair in case he has any crazy ideas about pulling away. It’s a baseless worry, though, because stopping is the last thing he does. He sucks me harder while slowing his finger down so I feel every soft drag along my inner walls. When he hits some hidden spot inside me that has my hips bucking up as I moan his name, he immediately puts all his focus on that area, stroking and rubbing until my body can’t contain everything he’s trying to give me and I have no choice but to let go.
“Fuck!” I cry out, rocking my hips and tightening my grip on his hair. He groans and works me harder, stealing the breath from my lungs and making everything else disappear except the feel of his lips around my clit, the wet slide of his finger thrusting in and out of me, and the euphoria that’s dancing through every damn part of my body.
This is bliss, pure fucking orgasmic bliss, and I want more. I’m always going to be chasing this particular high.
“Luka,” I beg, when the rush starts to fade. I pull on his shoulders, squirming when he gives me another suck. Reading my body, he gentles his movements, kissing my overly sensitive clit in soft kisses that have my thighs shaking around his gorgeous head. When he slowly slides his finger out of me, my hands fall to the bed and I let out a soft laugh.
I hear him suck his finger clean before he gives my inner thigh another kiss. “Don’t tell me I’ve worn you out already, kisa, because I’m only just getting started. ”
He slowly kisses his way up my stomach while I let out a soft laugh. “Don’t stop if I pass out.”
He gives my hip a soft bite. “I wasn’t planning on it.”
God, that probably shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does. Cupping one of my breasts, he wraps his mouth around the other, letting the heavy weight of his cock rest against my thigh while he circles my nipple with his tongue, teasing me until I’m writhing and panting beneath him once more.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs in between licks and kisses and soft nips. “I like it when you’re hungry for my cock, kisa . This is how I always want you.”
“I think I can manage that,” I pant when he gives my nipple a soft bite. He’s already sparking my body back to life, and the clit that just a few minutes ago was too tender to touch is now aching for him.
He gives me one last suck before lifting his head. The devilish grin on his face is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“You think you can manage that?” he asks, amused by my answer.
“Mm-hmm, I think so.”
“Oh, kisa , I’m going to have my hands full with you, aren’t I?” He smiles and kisses his way up my neck. “I’m going to be exhausted making sure you’re satisfied.” He lets his teeth graze my earlobe, causing my skin to break out in goosebumps. “It’s going to be a full-time job keeping your pretty pussy happy.”
I run my hands through his thick hair and wrap my legs around his waist, groaning when it puts his cock right against my now throbbing clit. “Something tells me you can handle it.”
He smiles down at me. “Only one way to find out.”
Before he does anything else, he runs his fingers along my skin, slowly mapping out my face like he’s etching it into his memory.
“I will never forget the way you look right now, seconds before I slide into your pussy for the first time.” The pad of his thumb ghosts over my already parted lips. “Seconds before I spread you wide and claim every goddamn inch of you as mine.”
I whisper his name as he leans closer to gently kiss me .
“You’re going to take it all like a good girl, aren’t you, kisa ?”
“Yes.” My voice is shaky, but I manage to get the word out as he reaches down to adjust himself so the thick head of his cock is pressing firmly against my slit.
“Fuck,” he growls, feeling how wet I am. “You’re already soaking me, baby.”
“Please,” I beg when he presses just a little bit harder, parting my lips just enough to give me a taste of what’s to come.
Threading his fingers through mine, he presses my hand to the bed and lifts up enough so he can see what’s happening between us. The deep masculine groan he gives makes it clear he’s getting one hell of a show.
“Fuck, kisa , your little pussy is so fucking gorgeous.” He presses in just a bit harder. “The smart thing would be to use a condom.”
I let out a moan of protest, because the last thing I want is something between us.
“But I’m not going to. I’m going to fuck you raw.” He lifts his green eyes to mine. “I want to feel you wrapped around me, and when I cum, you’re going to take every damn drop I give you, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” I quickly say, gasping when he slides in more and I feel a sharp sting of pain, even though I know he’s barely inside me. God, this is going to hurt like a son of a bitch.
“My girl is so fucking tight,” he groans and gives me a sexy, wicked grin. “But I know you’re going to spread so goddamn good for me.”
Letting go of my hand, he reaches down to palm the back of my thigh, lifting my leg and turning my knee out so it’s at a right angle and I’m completely spread open for him.
“Fuck,” he growls, watching as he presses in harder, feeding me more of his cock. When I let out a whimper, he immediately stops and pulls back out, giving me a chance to breathe as he very slowly fucks me with just the head of his cock, letting me get used to his size, or at least trying to because no way in hell am I getting used to this anytime soon .
“You’re too big,” I whisper, and when all he does is flash me a huge grin, I can’t help but smile back because the man is breathtaking, even when he is gloating about his giant dick.
His hand is warm on my thigh when he grips me tighter and works himself in another inch.
“You can take it, kisa. I know you can. Your body was made for me, baby, and I’m going to watch your pussy take every goddamn inch until I’m buried so deeply inside you that you’ll never be free of me.”
His next slow thrust robs me of speech, making it impossible for me to respond to what he’s just said, not that he’s looking for an answer. Luka knows exactly what he wants from me, and he’s on a mission to take it. I’m not complaining. I’m more than happy to let him take the lead on this one.
Just when I’m convinced that I can’t take any more, that there’s no way in hell I can spread wider than I already am, he groans and brings his thumb to my clit.
“Such a good fucking girl. You’re already taking half my cock, sweetheart.”
“Half?”
He laughs at my shocked tone, and when I lift up to see, because no way in hell can he be telling the truth, my jaw drops at the sight. My poor pussy is spread wider than I ever thought possible and half his cock is still waiting to slide in.
“Look, kisa ,” he groans, pulling back so I can see the way he’s fucking me. His thick shaft is covered in my arousal and blood, and there’s something insanely erotic at seeing it. “You see how pretty you are?”
I’ve never shaved my pussy before, but this makes me want to just so I can get a better view. “I should shave,” I whisper, unable to take my eyes off the way he’s slowly sliding in and out of me.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls. “I like you just like this.” He moves his thumb, running it over the tight, dark curls that I keep neatly trimmed. “I fucking love this, kisa .” His green eyes meet mine when he adds, “Everything about you is perfect just as it is. ”
I’d tell him just how damn sweet that is but he starts rubbing my clit in firm circles while he sinks into me a little deeper, and all thought disappears from my head. The thinking part of my brain takes a back seat, leaving me with nothing but sensation, and fuck does it feel good.
“That’s my good girl,” Luka praises when I let out a moan and rock my hips to meet his thrusts. “You’re taking me so good, baby. Just a couple more inches.”
If I could, I’d tell him that there’s no way in hell my body can accommodate a couple more inches of his thick dick, but he gives my clit a soft pinch, sending me over the edge so all I can do is scream his name and cling to what little sanity I have left. The pleasure is so strong that I barely register the pain of him sliding all the way in, but once our bodies are locked together, he brings his mouth to mine in a searing kiss that steals the last little bit of air from my lungs.
I open my mouth to him, every part of my body trying to get as close to him as possible. His tongue slides along mine in a hungry dance, and he doesn’t let up until I’m whimpering and shaking beneath him.
“Mine,” he murmurs against my lips. “All mine.”