20. Mia
20
MIA
I can barely catch my breath as I lie there, my body trembling, skin tingling from the intensity of what just happened. How many times did Luca make me come? I’ve lost count. Three? Four? Maybe more.
My legs feel weak, my core aching, but in the best possible way. And then there was that toy. My cheeks flush as I remember the way it felt, the way my body responded to it. God, I’ve never felt anything like it in my life.
I can’t believe he used a sex toy on me. I wasn’t expecting it, and the sheer thought of it makes me feel shy all over again. But then… it felt so good. Too good.
My skin heats with the memory of Luca’s hands, his voice murmuring those dirty words that made me squirm, and the relentless, delicious vibrations of that toy against me.
My body was his to command, and I didn’t just let him—I wanted it.
But at the same time, I hope he’ll take it slow with me, at least sometimes. He’s clearly so much more experienced than I am, and even though I’ve enjoyed every second, I know there’s only so much I can take at once. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I only lost my virginity to him the other night. Luca could have pushed me too far back then, but he didn’t. He showed restraint, tenderness.
And now, when he’s consumed by desire, it’s like he ignites something deep inside me, setting my soul on fire.
I stand up on unsteady legs, feeling the delicious ache between my thighs as I do so. Luca is right behind me, his hands already helping me straighten the dress—the same dress that now feels like the most indecent piece of clothing I’ve ever worn. The fabric clings to my curves in a way that makes me feel exposed, even though I’m fully covered.
His hands linger on my waist as he pulls the dress down, his touch hot, possessive, and it only makes me more aware of what just happened.
I feel something warm and slick slide down my inner thigh, and my breath catches. Luca came inside me. Multiple times. The memory of it sends a thrill through me, and I can’t help but wonder… did we just make a baby? The thought fills me with an odd mix of excitement and fear. I’ve always wanted a big family, like the one I grew up in, but now, with Luca… everything feels uncertain.
I can’t help but think about my family. Will they ever accept this? Accept him ? Or am I already lost to them, a casualty of the war between our families? The weight of it sits heavy on my chest, but I push it down, focusing on the present. On Luca. On what we just shared.
I move toward the mirror, starting to fix myself up. My hair is a mess, my makeup smudged—there’s no hiding that I was just thoroughly fucked. But I try anyway, smoothing my hair back into place, touching up the smudged eyeliner, and pressing my lips together after applying a fresh coat of lipstick.
I want to look presentable, to not give away the fact that Luca just fucked me to within an inch of my life.
But he watches me the entire time, his gaze burning into me. Every time I glance in the mirror, I see him staring at me with those dark, hungry eyes, like he’s barely holding back from taking me again. It sends shivers down my spine, goosebumps prickling my arms, and my pulse quickens.
He makes me feel so wanted, so desired, and that feeling is intoxicating.
Once I’m done with my hair and makeup, I turn to grab my panties. They were discarded in the rush earlier, but I find them crumpled on the floor by the bed. As I start to slip them on, Luca’s voice stops me.
“Don’t.”
I pause, looking up at him, unsure whether I heard him right. “What?”
“Don’t put them on,” he says, his voice low, commanding. “I want you commando for dinner.”
A flush of heat rushes to my face, a mixture of mortification and something else—something far more dangerous. Excitement.
I’m not used to being this exposed, especially not outside the bedroom, but the way he says it, the way his eyes darken as he looks at me… it sends a jolt of arousal straight through me.
I swallow, biting my lip as I meet his gaze. “Are you serious?”
Luca’s lips curve into a small, knowing smirk. “Very.”
I can’t believe he’s asking me to do this. To go out in public, to dinner, without underwear. It’s bold. It’s crazy. But… I can’t deny the thrill of it, either. I should be mortified—hell, I am mortified—but at the same time, the thought of being this exposed, of knowing that only he is aware of what’s missing beneath my dress, makes my skin tingle with excitement.
Still, I hesitate. “But… what if someone notices?”
“They won’t.” Luca’s voice is calm, assured. “But I will.”
I shiver under the weight of his words, realizing what he’s really asking. He wants to keep me on edge, to keep me aware of his control, even when we’re out in public. And despite myself, the idea is intoxicating.
Slowly, I drop the panties back onto the bed. My heart races in my chest, my skin flushed with nervous anticipation. Luca’s eyes gleam with satisfaction as he watches me, his lips curling into a smirk that sends a shiver down my spine.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, and the praise makes my stomach flutter in the most confusing way.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself as I step into the heels Luca picked out for me. The added height only makes me feel more vulnerable, more aware of the fact that I’m wearing nothing under this dress, but I square my shoulders and glance back at him. He’s dressed too now, but the intensity in his gaze hasn’t wavered. If anything, it’s only deepened.
“Are you ready?” he asks, his tone casual, but I can see the way his eyes trace over my body, lingering on the places he’s just claimed as his.
I nod, not trusting my voice, and he takes my hand, leading me toward the door.
As we walk out of the room, the cool air of the hallway rushes over me, and I’m instantly reminded of how exposed I am. Every step I take feels exaggerated, like the absence of my panties makes every movement more noticeable. It’s a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement, and I don’t know whether to feel humiliated or turned on.
But as Luca leads me through the house, his hand firm around mine, that strange mix of emotions starts to shift. The further we walk, the more aware I become of his presence beside me—of the way his hand tightens slightly around mine whenever someone passes us, of the way his body moves so confidently next to mine.
By the time we reach the car, I’m not just nervous anymore. I’m excited. Excited by the power he holds, by the control he exerts over me, and by the way he makes me feel so completely alive.