Chapter 15
I wasn't sure how we ended up here.
One moment, I was standing in my childhood bedroom arguing with Luca telling him I don't want to leave. The next, I was in his car, his grip firm on my thigh the entire ride back. And now? I was here.
In his bed. Under him. His mouth on my skin, his hands pinning me down, taking exactly what he wanted and making me want it just as much.
Luca was all heat and dominance reminding me with every touch, every thrust that running wasn't an option. That I was his, that this marriage wasn't just something I could walk away from. And the worst part? I let him.
And now as I straddled him, breath still uneven, skin still buzzing, I wasn't sure what came next.
Luca lay beneath me, one arm folded behind his head, the other resting against my thigh, fingers tracing slow, idle circles. He looked satisfied, like a predator who had just eaten his fill. My palms rested against his bare chest feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing.
I took a slow breath, my fingers dragging down his chest tracing over the scars I knew nothing about.
"I meant what I said earlier." I murmured.
Luca arched a brow. "You have to be more specific, carina. You say a lot of things."
I ignored the way him calling me carina made my heart flutter. "About trying."
His lips curved slightly "And what exactly does that means?"
I hesitated but I didn't look away. "It means not treating me like an inconvenience." I said, voice steady. "Not making me feel like something you were forced into."
His expression didn't change but something flickered in his eyes. "You were forced into this too."
"We both were" I countered. "And yet somehow, I'm the only one who is expected to accept it without any complaint."
"You think I don't accept it?" He asked.
I exhaled sharply, my fingers pressing a little harder against his chest. "You don't even try, Luca. You come home at odd hours, you don't tell me where you go, who you are with, you barely look at me unless you are trying to get me into bed."
His hand slid further up my thigh slowly. "And yet, here you are."
Heat curled in my stomach but I ignored it. "Because you made me come back."
His smirk deepened. "And you think if I let you go, you wouldn't?"
I clenched my jaw, refusing to answer that.
Luca tilted his head slightly watching me. "So you want me to what? Have dinner with you? Ask how your day was?" His tone was mocking.
I lifted my chin. "I want to at least feel like I have a husband."
Luca's smirk hadn't faded. He looked completely at ease, like this conversation didn't matter, like I didn't matter. His fingers kept tracing slow, lazy circles on my thigh, his other arm still resting behind his head. He wasn't taking me seriously.
I pushed against his chest, forcing some distance between us, "If we are doing this, then I need to know something."
His brow lifted slightly. "Know what?"
I held his gaze, ignoring the warmth of his skin beneath my palm. "That there won't be anyone else."
The smirk on his lips was gone. "You think I fuck behind your back?"
I swallowed keeping my voice even. "I think you have never given me a reason to believe otherwise."
Silence.
Luca's hand slid higher, his grip on my thigh tightened.
"There is no one else" he said, his voice lower now, rougher. "There hasn't been since we got married."
Something inside me loosened but I kept my expression neutral. "And there won't be any?"
He let out a quiet scoff. "You think I have time for that?"
I arched a brow. "You had time before."
A slow, knowing smirk curled his lips. "I also didn't have a wife who had run the second she got pissed at me." His free hand traced up my spine, slow. "I don't share, carina. And I don't expect to be shared."
His words sent an unfamiliar heat curling low in my stomach.
He shifted beneath me, sitting up in one smooth motion, his hands sliding up my thighs, gripping my hips. "Understood? " his voice dropped lower.
I could only nod, my breath catching as he pulled me closer, pressing my breast against his chest. My fingers curled against his shoulders, instinct telling me to push away but my body refused to obey.
Luca shifted beneath me, his grip guiding me just enough that I could feel him growing thick and heavy between my thighs. His gaze flickered down to where my bodies pressed together.
His smirk deepened."You're sitting on my cock, Alessa," he said. "You really think I wouldn't get hard again?"
My stomach tightened, heat crawling up my spine. Two rounds. It should have been enough. My body was already sore, already buzzing from the way he had taken me apart but Luca didn't seem to care.
His lips brushed my jaw. "You want me to try?" His fingers flexed, dragging me over his cock, making me feel every inch of him. "Then put in the effort too."
I swallowed, my nails digging into his skin. "What do you mean?"
He leaned back against the headboard, his fingers brushed my hard nipples. "Ride me."
My breath caught, stomach tightening at the demand in his voice. I was hesitant but a look at his face told he wanted this. Me.
Slowly, I lifted myself just enough, my hands resting against his chest for balance as I aligned myself with him, my breath shuddering as I felt the head of his cock teasing against my entrance.
I sank down slowly inch by inch, my fingers digging into his chest as I took him in. A strangled breath left my lips, my thighs shaking as he stretched me all over again, the dull ache mixing with insane pleasure .
Luca let out a low groan, his head tipping back against the headboard. "That's it," he murmured, his voice rough. A quiet curse slipped from his lips. "Fuck Alessa"
I tried to set the pace, slow and steady, trying to maintain control but Luca was watching me like a predator seconds away from pouncing.
His eyes darkened sharp with hunger, his fingers twitching against my hips.
I lifted myself again, adjusting to the overwhelming sensation before sliding back down, dragging a ragged breath from both of us.
"That's it, carina" he breathed, his voice dripping with arousal. "But if you are going to ride me, do it properly."
Before I could respond, Luca's grip tightened and suddenly, I wasn't moving at all.
He was. His hands controlled my body, forcing me down harder, deeper.
My breath hitched, my nails digging into his chest but he didn't stop.
He guided me into a faster, rougher rhythm, driving into me with unrelenting force.
I gasped, my thighs burning from the effort, pleasure coiling too fast, too sharp. I tried to regain control, to slow him down but Luca was done letting me lead.
And then, in one swift motion, he flipped us.
A sharp gasp left my lips as my back hit the mattress, Luca's weight pressing me down, his forearms braced on either side of my head. He was still buried deep inside me, the shift in position sending a shiver through my entire body.
I barely had a second to catch my breath before he pulled back and slammed into me, hard and deep.
A cry ripped from my throat, my fingers grasping at his biceps but Luca didn't give me a second to adjust. He set a brutal pace, hips slamming against mine, his cock filling me so completely I swore I could feel him everywhere.
His name tore from my lips, a broken gasp but Luca wasn't satisfied yet. His hand slid beneath my thigh, lifting my leg higher, spreading me wider as he drove deeper, harder. My breath hitched, my back arching off the mattress.
"Look at you," he said, voice thick with satisfaction. "Taking me so well"
My fingers curled against his shoulders, nails biting into his skin but he only smirked as if daring me to hold on tighter. His lips ghosted over my jaw before trailing down, teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my neck marking me in a way that sent a fresh wave of heat surging through me.
"Luca..." I gasped, my voice barely coherent, my mind slipping further into the pleasure he was pulling from me so effortlessly.
"Say it again" he demanded, his pace unrelenting.
"Luca" I whimpered, my body trembling beneath him.
He groaned, his grip tightening. "You feel so fucking good" he muttered, dragging his mouth down to my breasts, his teeth scraping against my nipple before soothing the bite with his tongue.
Luca's hand slid between us, his fingers finding that aching spot, pressing, circling on my clit, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
"You are close," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. "Aren't you, carina?"
I could only nod, my body burning, trembling, every nerve stretched thin.
"Then come for me" he commanded leaving no room for argument.
And I did.
Pleasure shattered through me, hot and all consuming. My body tightened around him and he cursed, his movements becoming rougher, more erratic as he chased his own release.
I gasped again, my body still pulsing around him and that was all it took.
With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt, his body tensing as he came, his grip on me fierce, possessive like he had no intention of letting go.
Luca finally pulled out, leaving a dull ache in his absence. His body was still warm, still solid as he rolled onto his back beside me, one arm draped lazily over my stomach.
My body was sore, my limbs heavy. Instead of retreating to my side of the bed, I turned my head slightly, watching him beneath the dim light
A scar ran along the ridge of his collarbone. Another, fainter one, trailed just above his ribs. Before I could stop myself, I reached out, my fingers brushing over the raised skin.
I traced another, this one deeper, running diagonally across his side. "Where did you get this one?" I asked softly.
He didn't answer right away. His gaze flicked to mine, something flickering in his eyes before he finally spoke.
"Knife fight. Two years ago."
I blinked. "Did you win?"
His lips twitched, just slightly. "Obviously."
I rolled my eyes as my fingers moved to another.
"Don't do that" he murmured, his voice dropping to that rough warning tone.
I arched a brow. "Do what?"
His fingers tighten around my waist, stilling my touch against his skin. "Roll your eyes at me." He leaned in, his breath warm against my lips. "You make me want to fuck you again."
I huffed shifting slightly, my body already protesting the movement. Sore didn't even begin to cover it.
"Don't you get tired" I muttered, my voice laced with exhaustion. "Because I'm pretty sure I can't even move right now."
Luca smirked at my exhaustion, his grip on my waist loosening. He didn't move away, didn't say anything for a moment just watched me like he was debating something in his head.
Then, finally, his voice cut through the silence, firm and low.
"Sleep."
A command. Not a suggestion.
I huffed, shifting slightly, my body already too sore to argue. Maybe if I had the energy, I would have rolled my eyes again just to push him but after everything, I wasn't that reckless.
Luca didn't say another word. He shifted beside me, arm over my waist. A silent claim I didn't fight as sleep took over me.