Chapter 9 #2
The moment his control slips, there is one brief pulse of heat from my amulet. It fades as quickly as it comes, and it is nothing at all compared to the heat in my own body.
He grabs the back of my head, pulls me roughly toward him, and claims my lips with his.
It is not soft, gentle, or sensual—it is raw, scary, and thrilling.
His tongue invades, and his mouth steals my breath.
He pulls away for a moment, swears, and in a move so fast our limbs are a blur, drags me onto the bed.
He climbs on top of me and pins my wrists over my head with one hand.
Shadows play across the planes and curves of his face as he stares down at me, his cock pressed hard against me.
It hits the sweet spot, and despite the yoga pants I’m wearing, heat builds when he thrusts.
Wrapping my legs around his back, I tug him closer and grind on him, wishing my hands were free so I could claw at the muscled expanse of his back.
So I could glory in the ripple of sinew as he growls and slams into me.
His mouth moves to my neck, and at first it is nothing but a whisper of lips on my skin. His grip around my wrists tightens, and he goes still, his hips pressed to mine. I take over, desperate to keep that delicious friction building, so close to coming. Zero to sixty in one minute.
“Be still,” he snarls, squeezing my fingers so hard it sends a blast of pain through already tingling nerve endings. “Put your legs down. Do. Not. Move.”
He might as well have told me not to breathe, but I do my best. I tremble underneath him but keep my body flat on the bed.
He trails kisses along my neck, hot and unhurried and so damn good, and expertly grinds into my pussy, making me want to scream.
With slow, circular motions, he pushes himself against me, each touch hitting my clit, building up the sensation, keeping me on the edge but never letting me tumble over it.
Keeping me pinned, Luca raises his head from my neck and grins at me in the darkness.
It is a feral grin that promises exquisite torture for as long as I can stand it.
Using his free hand, he tears my T-shirt from my body and tugs one side of my bra down.
He toys with my breast, running those long fingers around the sensitive flesh, squeezing my nipple into a peak, all the while continuing that grinding circular motion.
His mouth closes over my nipple, and sweet Jesus, he sucks on it. I want to grab his hair, urge him on, scratch his skin, scream for him to stop, beg him to carry on. My pussy weeps, wet and empty and clenched. I need him inside me.
“Please,” I murmur as he ravages my breast. “Please …”
All the blood in my body rushes from one zone to another, leaving me lightheaded and bewildered. If I wasn’t already lying down, I’d fall.
He nips at the peak, not hard enough to break the skin, though I wouldn’t care if he did. He can do whatever he likes with me if it makes me feel like this.
His head comes away from my breast, and he wraps his hand around my throat. The look on his face—pure predator—should terrify me. I should be afraid—but I’m not. I am a needy little slut who really wants this man to fuck her to hell and back.
“I need both my hands to use on you,” he says, voice graveled with need. “If I let go, will you stay still? Or do I need to tie you up?” As he says the words, he grinds into my groin and stays there, buried as deep into me as he can be while I’m still wearing clothes.
The image of being bound and at his mercy sends a flood of moisture to my core, and he smiles darkly, knowing exactly how my body is reacting to his words and actions.
“Ah. You like that idea, huh? Little miss tough and sassy gets wet at the thought of some bondage, does she? You want me to tie you up, Rosa? Let you hang from a hook while I fuck you? While I spank you? You want to be helpless while I slide my cock inside your ass? You want to scream for me—you want to feel the pleasure and the pain?”
He puts his mouth right by my ear and whispers, “You want me to bite you, bella?”
Lord help me, I do. I want all of that and more. I am in deep trouble, and I have zero interest in getting out of it. I never knew trouble could feel this good.
“Another time. When we have some toys and more space, I’ll make you come so many times you’ll beg me to stop. For now, I’m setting you free—leave the arms right where they are. I want to see you spread out for me. I want to get my fingers wet. You move, I stop. Understand?”
I nod, and he lets go of my wrists. They’re sore, and my instinct is to rub them, but I remember what he said. I move, he stops.
He sits up, straddling me, and fixes me with a questioning look. When he sees that I stay still—apart from the tremors—he nods. “Good girl.”
In any other circumstance, I’d likely slap someone who called me that, but when the words slip from his mouth, the walls of my core flutter.
“A good girl and a bad man …” he murmurs, pulling my bra away from me so my chest is completely exposed.
He runs his eyes over my breasts and sighs, slides his hands up my sides toward them, then cups each one in a strong hand as he hovers above me.
He gives each nipple a pinch, a slow twisting torture that should hurt but doesn’t.
Or maybe it does and I like it. I’m so confused, and I have no clue what is going on in my body.
I only know that I love this, even if that means I might wake up with a self-worth problem.
“You’re thinking too much, Rosa.” He leans down to kiss my neck again.
My god. The touch of those lips is unbelievable, and I twist my head to one side so he can have better access to more of me.
He grazes his fangs against my skin, and I feel a sharp scratch.
Only a scratch—and it’s not enough. I want to feel more of him; I want him to sink into me in every way possible.
I thrust my hips, desperate for release, needing to come.
He raises himself up so he’s straddling my thighs, and the heat starts to fade as soon as the steady pressure of his cock is taken away from me. “I told you, bella—if you move, I stop.”
“I’m sorry!” I cry, my voice so ragged I don’t recognize it. “I couldn’t help it. Please, please … Don’t stop.”
“Use my name, Rosa. I want you to acknowledge exactly who you’re so desperate for right now.”
I gaze up at him. The solid bulk of his torso. The silver outline of the tattooed dragon. His enormous dick glistening with drops of pre-cum, thick and heavy and ready to rock my world.
“Luca,” I murmur breathlessly. “Luca da Firenze—please, don’t stop!”
He grins, his fangs flashing white, and he presses the heel of his palm to my groin. The pressure is mind-blowing, and I rub myself against him, trying to take what I need, incapable of staying still no matter what I’ve been told to do.
“Poor thing.” He grinds his hand into me, and my clit throbs beneath his touch. “You’re so close aren’t you? So wet …”
He moves his hand away, and actual tears sting the back of my eyes.
Before I can growl my frustration, his hands are at the waistband of my yoga pants.
He drags them down my hips and pulls them from my body, taking my panties with them.
His eyes devour my pussy and he hisses, his expression dark. Scary. Irresistible.
“Spread your legs for me, little Seer. Let me look at you. Let me look at what’s mine.”
My trembling legs move apart, and he runs his hands up the insides of my thighs, kneading and stroking, driving me wild with need.
I didn’t know legs could be erogenous zones.
Hell, I didn’t know anything at all about sex if the way I feel now is any indication.
Everything I’ve experienced before is forgotten in this sea of pleasure.
He uses his pointer finger on me, slowly trailing it along my needy flesh, probing and playing and eventually pulling my pussy lips apart.
I am exposed and vulnerable and at the mercy of a man who I suspect doesn’t know the meaning of the word.
And as he works that one long finger inside me, all I can do is shake with desire.
One finger—that’s all it takes for me to be lost. One finger thrusting deep inside me, his thumb circling the nub of my clit, building the exquisite pressure.
“You want more?” he asks as I liquefy beneath him.
I nod, having spent so long on the brink of orgasm that I’ve lost the power of speech.
He pushes another finger inside me, and I hear the slick sound of my own body as he does it. He pauses long enough for me to adjust, then adds a third. I am full of him, but I could be fuller—I want to be fuller. “More,” I mutter, my teeth chattering as I grind out the word.
“Greedy little girl, aren’t you?” He shakes his head.
“But no—this is all you get for now. It’s all you need.
I’m going to make you come. I’m going to make you scream.
And when you open your eyes and see you’re not here with me, I want you to remember this—my fingers fucking your sweet little cunt.
I want you to come here, to this room, and I want to make you scream all night long.
Promise me, Rosa—promise me you’ll come to me.
We need to talk. We need to fuck. We need each other. ”
Thrashing my head up and down, I murmur my agreement and grip the sheets above my head as he responds by slamming in and out of me with his hand.
Those long fingers hit a sweet spot inside me that I didn’t know existed.
He keeps up the perfect pressure on my clit with his thumb and lets out a low, guttural growl as my walls clamp around his fingers.
He drives them inside me, his palm crashing into me with each thrust. He throws one of my legs over his shoulder to open me wider, and his arm becomes a blur of movement as he shoves in and out of me with superhuman speed, so hard I’m driven up the bed.
Part of me registers pain, realizes that I’m going to be sore, but I don’t care.
I am on fire, and when his eyes meet mine, silver rings shining in the darkness, a wild expression of lust on his face, it is enough.
I explode into a million tiny pieces and am bombarded by peak after peak of delicious pleasure.
I tremble and jerk and spasm as it flows over me, every cell in my being alive and screaming.
It takes me several minutes to come down from the high. Minutes where I cannot speak or move or do anything other than lie there, quivering around his fingers, weak and wasted, my limbs made of water.
Luca smiles at the sound of his fingers coming out of me, and then he licks them clean one at a time while I squirm in embarrassment.
The sheets under me are damp, and my thighs are soaked with the evidence of how much I enjoyed what he did to me.
I will be asking myself some troubling questions later, but for now, all I can do is marvel at what he made me feel.
“What about … you?” I gaze at his huge cock, still fully erect and ready to go, and gulp, unsure if I’m capable of dealing with that monster right now but willing to try.
He laughs and drops down on top of me. His dick nudges against my entrance, intruding slightly into my damp core. Umm, yeah. I’m definitely willing to try.
But he rolls off me and scoops me into his arms, laying my head on his chest. His hand goes to my hair, stroking it away from my face, and he dusts kisses across my forehead before he speaks. “Not yet, carissima, not yet. But you remember your promise? You will come here, and we will talk.”
“Just talk?”
“It will begin with that. It will end with you calling my name while I fuck you so hard you can’t think straight.”
Oh. Wow. I shake my head, trying to clear my confusion. Trying to find myself again. It’s like following a thread through a maze of lust. Every turn I take seems to land me right back where I started—imagining this man fucking me so hard I can’t think straight.
“So,” I say, tracing the outline of the silver dragon wings on his chest. “Just to get this straight … I’m not really here? This is what, a vision? A dream? How did you get in my head?”
“We are bound together, Rosa. I simply reached out and found you. I will explain more when I see you in the flesh. I will give you what answers I can.”
“But … Well, look, I know dreams can be vivid. My visions too. But I’m pretty sure my flesh was involved in that little scene.”
“Delicious flesh,” he says, nipping sharply at my shoulder, “that I will very much enjoy exploring.” Pulling back a bit, he blows out a breath.
“Honestly, I don’t have all the answers yet.
I didn’t even know if this would work. But I needed to get through to you.
All those things I said the other night?
They’re true. You are at risk, and I’m here to keep you safe …
If you’ll let me. Only you can decide that. ”
He presses himself up on one arm, his shadow looming over me. “Now, it’s time for you to wake up, Rosa. I’ll see you soon.”