48
The silence in the car was agonizingly suffocating.
Lenora sat beside me, staring out the window, her expression distant. She hadn't spoken a word since we left the party, and it was fucking killing me.
I kept glancing at her, gripping the steering wheel tight enough to make the leather creak. I had expected her to be shaken after what happened, but this emptiness in her eyes? That was something else entirely.
I wanted to pull over, to shake her, to demand that she talk to me. But I knew better.
She needed time.
And I needed to get my rage in check before I went back to that dinner party and ended Oliver Sterling once and for all.
But when I saw a small ice cream stall at the corner, an idea struck me.
I sighed, turning the wheel and pulling up beside it.
Lenora finally glanced at me, confused as I put the car in park.
"Luca, what—"
"Stay here." I stepped out without another word.
The man behind the stall froze when he saw me. I must've looked like a fucking nightmare—bruised knuckles, tension rolling off me like a storm, my suit still disheveled from almost beating a man to death.
I ignored his nervousness and ordered a scoop of hazelnut gelato—Lenora's favorite.
I was always hesitant to buy it for her because of all the sugar and artificial crap in it, but right now, I'd do anything to get that light back in her eyes.
When I got back in the car, I held it out to her.
She stared at it.
Then at me.
I forced a smirk. "You gonna take it, or am I gonna have to feed you like a damn child?"
For a second, I thought she'd smile, maybe roll her eyes and mutter something sarcastic. But instead, she just shook her head.
"No thanks, Luca," she whispered, turning her gaze back to the window.
And just like that, something inside me snapped.
I clenched my jaw, setting the ice cream down on the console with far too much force.
It wasn't about the damn gelato.
It was about him.
Oliver.
The bastard who had stripped her of her ability to be carefree and remined her of her fading past, instead of letting her enjoy the simplest fucking things without feeling uncomfortable.
My grip on the wheel tightened until my bruised knuckles throbbed.
I should've made that bastard Sam suffer more.
The rage in me wanted to wake him from dead and kill him all over again.
I forced myself to focus on the road, shoving my fury down as I drove us back to my estate.
The moment the door shut behind us, Lenora collapsed onto the couch, burying her face in her hands.
I exhaled, running a hand through my hair before kneeling in front of her.
"Talk to me, stellina," I murmured, cupping her cheeks gently. "Tell me what's going on in that beautiful head of yours."
She sniffled, her voice so small it shattered me.
"Will I ever be able to stand up for myself, Luca?"
I frowned. "Lenora—"
"I just... I just let him talk to me like that," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "I froze. I wanted to push him away, to tell him to fuck off, but I couldn't. I felt—" She choked on a sob, shaking her head. "I felt so weak."
My chest ached.
I grabbed her hands, pressing kisses to her knuckles. "Look at me."
She hesitated, but eventually, her tear-filled eyes met mine.
"You are not weak," I said, my voice firm. "You've survived things most people wouldn't come out of. You're strong, Lenora. You just don't see it yet."
She sniffled again, leaning forward until her forehead rested against mine.
I stroked her back, whispering soft reassurances, holding her as she let herself break in my arms.
Minutes passed.
Then suddenly, she gasped, pulling back, her gaze locked on my hand.
"Luca," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Your knuckles—"
I looked down, noticing the angry red bruises and split skin across my knuckles from where I'd punched Oliver.
She reached out, delicate fingers tracing over the wounds, her lip trembling.
"Baby," I started, but she shook her head.
Without a word, she got up and disappeared into the bathroom. When she returned, she was holding a first-aid kit.
She kneeled beside me, carefully taking my hand in hers.
I watched her silently as she cleaned the wounds, her hands gentle yet shaking.
And when a tear slipped down her cheek, I finally spoke.
"Why are you crying?"
She bit her lip, not meeting my gaze. "Because of me... you got hurt."
I exhaled sharply. This woman.
"Lenora, if you think this is the first time I've bruised my knuckles for you, then you haven't been paying attention."
Her eyes shot up, widening.
I smirked slightly. "Hell, I'd destroy every man who's ever wronged you if it meant you'd never have to cry again."
She let out a broken laugh, shaking her head. "You're impossible."
"And you love it."
She sighed, rolling her eyes, but I caught the tiny smile tugging at her lips.
When she finished wrapping my knuckles, she pressed a soft kiss to the bandage.
And just like that, the ache in my chest melted away.
I pulled her onto my lap, burying my face into her hair. "You're mine, baby girl," I whispered against her ear. "And I'll never let anything hurt you. Ever again."
She sighed against me, her fingers gripping my shirt.
And as I held her there, I swore to myself—
Even if I had to tear the world apart, I'd make damn sure she never felt weak again.
Later that hour we both had changed into a much comfortable wear as she curled in my lap, her small fingers still gently tracing over the bandage on my knuckles. I should've been the one taking care of her, yet here she was, worrying about me instead.
Fuck, she was perfect.
My fingers trailed up her spine, slow and deliberate, feeling the way her body shuddered at my touch.
"Baby girl," I murmured against her ear, my lips grazing the sensitive skin.
She let out a soft breath, tilting her head slightly. An invitation.
My grip on her waist tightened. "You were crying for me just a few minutes ago. And now you're sitting in my lap, looking so fucking pretty. Almost like you want something."
Her breath hitched, but she refused to look at me. Cute.
I smirked, one hand sliding under the hem of her t-shirt, fingers brushing over her soft skin. "You can tell me, Lenora. I always give my girl what she needs."
She bit her lip, her face turning pink.
God, I loved making her blush.
But I wanted to ruin her.
I hooked a finger under her chin, forcing her to look at me. "Use your words, baby."
She swallowed hard, her thighs clenching over my lap.
I groaned. "Fuck, you feel that?" I pressed her firmly against my growing arousal. "You've been teasing me all day. And now you're acting all shy?"
"Luca—"
I flipped her onto the couch in one swift movement, pinning her beneath me. Her eyes went wide, but I caught the way her breath hitched in excitement.
"You've been through a lot tonight," I murmured, dragging my lips down the column of her neck. "So I should be gentle with you."
I nipped at her pulse point, making her squirm.
"But I don't feel very fucking gentle right now."
She gasped as my hands slid under her t-shirt, pushing it up, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach.
"Tell me to stop," I challenged, my voice dark.
Her lips parted, her eyes dazed. But she said nothing.
She didn't want me to stop.
I growled, gripping her hips and grinding her against me.
"That's what I thought."
She whimpered.
Jesus, that sound was going to fucking kill me.
"You're so sensitive tonight, baby," I teased, my fingers skimming over her bare thighs, inching higher. "Is it because I took care of you? You like when I'm soft with you, huh?"
She nodded, her breathing uneven.
I kissed down her stomach, stopping just above her waistband.
"Or maybe..." I smirked, hooking my fingers into her shorts. "Maybe you like it better when I'm rough."
She let out a broken moan as I yanked them down in one swift motion, leaving her bare beneath me.
And fuck, she was soaked.
I groaned, dragging my fingers over her slick folds, spreading her open just to watch her squirm.
"Such a messy little thing," I murmured, watching the way her thighs trembled under my touch.
"Luca, please," she whimpered.
I chuckled darkly. "Please what, baby girl? Tell me exactly what you need."
She squeezed her eyes shut, face burning. I wasn't going to let her get away with that.
I slid one finger inside her, curling it just right, and she cried out.
"Try again," I ordered, watching her fall apart.
She whimpered, squirming under me. "I—I need your mouth."
A satisfied smirk tugged at my lips.
"Good girl."
Without another word, I dove between her thighs, dragging my tongue through her slick heat.
She sobbed in pleasure, her fingers flying to my hair, tugging me closer. I groaned against her, lapping at her like a man starved, drinking in every moan, every tremble of her body.
"Fuck, your pussy tastes divine," I growled, my voice muffled against her.
She gasped, her body arching off the couch, but I pinned her down, forcing her to take everything I gave her. She was so damn responsive, her body practically begging for me.
"Such a sweet little thing," I murmured between licks, flattening my tongue against her clit. "You were made for this, weren't you? Made for me?"
She cried out, her thighs shaking as she neared the edge. But I pulled back, smirking when she let out a frustrated whimper.
"Not yet, baby girl," I teased, dragging my soaked fingers up her stomach. "You don't get to come until I say so."
She whined, her hips lifting desperately.
I licked my fingers clean, moaning at her taste. "So fucking sweet. I could eat this pretty little pussy all night."
"Luca," she pleaded, her voice wrecked.
I exhaled sharply, my restraint snapping.
I yanked her up, flipping her onto her stomach before dragging her hips up to meet my mouth again.
"Keep that ass up for me, baby," I ordered, gripping her thighs. "You're not getting any sleep tonight."
And then I devoured her.
Lenora was a mess beneath me, trembling, gasping, whimpering my name like a desperate prayer. I dragged my tongue up her soaked folds, sucking her clit into my mouth, and she screamed, her fingers gripping the couch like it was the only thing keeping her tethered to reality.
"That's it, baby," I groaned against her, lapping at her like a starved man.
"You fucking love this, don't you? Love when Daddy makes a mess out of you.
" She sobbed in pleasure, her thighs shaking as I pinned her down, forcing her to take it.
"Tell me, baby," I growled, delivering a sharp slap to her bare ass, watching her jolt at the sting. "Who owns this perfect little pussy?"
"You," she gasped, her voice breaking. I bit down on the soft flesh of her inner thigh, sucking a mark onto her delicate skin before licking over it.
"Say it properly, baby girl." She shivered, her breath hitching.
"You do, Daddy." A dark, satisfied chuckle left my lips.
"Good fucking girl." I gripped her hips tighter, yanking her back onto my mouth, and devoured her, sucking, licking, fucking her with my tongue until she was wailing, her body writhing beneath me.
"You're gonna come for me," I ordered, my voice thick with hunger. "Gonna come all over my fucking tongue like a good little slut."
Her breath hitched, her moans turning into helpless, broken cries as I fucked her with my fingers, curling them against her sweet spot, my tongue flicking over her swollen clit.
"You're so fucking tight, baby," I groaned, feeling her walls squeeze me.
"Gonna have to stretch this pretty pussy out nice before I fuck you.
You want that, don't you? Want Daddy's cock to ruin you?
" She let out a strangled sob, nodding frantically, her thighs quivering.
I licked up her slick arousal, humming at her taste.
"Fuck, you taste so goddamn sweet. This pussy was made for me, baby. Say it." She could barely get the words out, her voice shaking. "M-made for you, Daddy." I slammed my hand down on her ass, watching her jerk forward, a choked gasp spilling from her lips.
"That's my good girl." I sucked her clit hard, swirling my tongue around it in tight, merciless circles, my fingers pounding into her as she finally shattered with a scream, her body locking up as pleasure consumed her.
"That's it, baby, give it to me," I growled, feeling her pulse around my fingers, her juices dripping down my wrist. "Come all over Daddy's mouth." She sobbed through it, her body wracked with uncontrollable tremors as I licked up every drop, savoring her like the sweetest fucking sin.
I let her ride out her orgasm before flipping her onto her back, my weight pressing into her as I dragged my soaked fingers over her lips.
"Open," I ordered darkly. She parted her lips instantly, her tongue flicking out to taste herself off my fingers. I groaned, my cock throbbing painfully in my pants. "Such a good little slut for me," I murmured, my thumb pressing against her throat.
"I should keep you like this all the time.
Naked, dripping, desperate for my cock." Her pupils blown wide, her skin flushed, she looked like a dream beneath me.
I pressed my forehead to hers, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper.
"I'm not done with you yet, baby girl." Her breath hitched.
She knew I meant it. And fuck, she loved it.
Lenora was completely wrecked beneath me, her body still trembling, her lips swollen from biting them too hard. But I wasn't done. Not yet.
I trailed my hand down her flushed skin, spreading her thighs wider, my gaze locked onto the way she was still dripping, her slick covering the inside of her thighs, her body begging for more.
"You look so fucking ruined," I murmured, dragging my fingers through her wetness, making her shiver. "But I know you can take more, can't you, baby?"
She let out a breathy whimper, eyes fluttering open to meet mine, her pupils wide and dazed.
"Y-yes, Daddy," she whispered, voice wrecked.
I groaned, my cock aching at how fucking sweet she sounded when she submitted like this, all soft and needy just for me.
"That's my girl," I rasped, grabbing her by the hips and flipping her onto her stomach.
She let out a soft gasp, her body still weak from her last orgasm. But I didn't care. I needed more.
I yanked my belt from my pants, looping it around her wrists, binding them together behind her back.
"Daddy," she gasped, testing the restraint.
I smirked, leaning down to press my lips to the back of her neck. "Shh, baby. Just let me play with you a little longer."
I slid my cock between her soaked folds, rubbing it against her, teasing her entrance but not pushing in. She whimpered, trying to push back, desperate for more, but I gripped her hips tightly, holding her still.
"So greedy," I murmured, dragging my cock up to rub against her swollen clit. "You love being used like this, don't you?"
"Yes," she sobbed. "Yes, Daddy, please—"
I cut her off by slamming inside her in one brutal thrust, her scream echoing through the room.
"Fuck, baby," I groaned, gripping her bound wrists and yanking her back onto my cock. "This tight little pussy was made for me."
I didn't hold back. I fucked her hard, my hips snapping against her ass, my fingers digging into her skin, bruising her.
She was a mess beneath me, drooling onto the cushions, moaning my name like a broken record.
"Say it again," I growled, my hand wrapping around her throat as I pounded into her.
She gasped, her back arching. "Made for you, Daddy!"
"That's fucking right," I snarled, thrusting deeper. "You're mine. This pussy is mine. Say it."
"Yours, Daddy! Only yours!"
I growled, my control slipping completely, my thrusts becoming punishing. She was so fucking wet, the filthy sounds of our bodies colliding echoing throughout the mansion.
I reached down, rubbing rough circles on her clit, wanting her to come with me.
"Come, baby," I ordered, my voice rough. "Come while Daddy fucks you."
She shattered beneath me, screaming, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her like a freight train.
Her walls squeezed me like a vice, dragging me over the edge, and with a final deep thrust, I came hard, spilling inside her, filling her up like she was made for it.
I collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily, my arms wrapped around her trembling body.
For a moment, neither of us moved, both of us completely wrecked.
And then I felt it.
Her soft, exhausted little sniffle.
Fuck.
I immediately unwrapped the belt from her wrists, rubbing the skin where it had pressed too tightly.
"Shit," I murmured, turning her over and pulling her into my lap. "Are you okay?"
She nuzzled into my chest, her breaths still uneven, her body still trembling.
I ran my fingers through her damp hair, pressing soft kisses to her temple.
"Too much?" I asked gently, my voice softer now.
She shook her head, her voice muffled against my skin. "N-no. Just... it was a lot."
I sighed, tightening my hold on her. "I should've been more careful."
"You were," she whispered, lifting her head to meet my gaze, her cheeks flushed. "I loved it."
I chuckled, pressing a kiss to her swollen lips. "Yeah, I know you did, love. You were so fucking good for me."
She blushed, burying her face in my chest again.
I scooped her up in my arms, carrying her to the bathroom.
"You need a bath," I murmured, setting her on the counter while I filled the tub with warm water.
She watched me, her expression soft, her lips curved in a sleepy smile.
"You're taking care of me again," she said, voice laced with exhaustion.
I turned to her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Of course I am. You're mine. And I take care of what's mine."
Her eyes shimmered with something deep, something almost too intense, and for a moment, I swore my fucking heart clenched.
But I didn't let myself think too hard about it. She's got me now.
I just lifted her into the warm water, stepping in behind her, letting her lean against my chest as I washed her carefully, my fingers soothing over every mark I'd left on her body.
She sighed in contentment, and for the first time in a long time, I felt something settle deep inside me.
This girl.
This fucking girl.
She was everything.
And she was mine.