24. Mia
24
MIA
I never expected this to happen. I thought I had time before Luca came back, that I could slip into bed without him barging in. I wasn’t in the mood to face him tonight.
Hell, I still don’t want to see him. The thought of him alone, his stubborn arrogance, made me so mad I could barely think straight. But then, before I could even process the situation, there was that undeniable tension between us, thick in the air, sparking with every word. One moment we were arguing, and the next, his mouth was on mine.
And now, here I am, sitting on the vanity with my nightgown bunched up around my hips, my breath heavy and my heart racing as I stare into Luca’s dark, wicked eyes.
What the hell just happened?
Luca smirks, that knowing, cocky grin that drives me insane. “What’s wrong, Mia? You don’t look so mad anymore.”
I want to slap him, or at least come up with a scathing retort, but my body betrays me. The heat between my legs, the pulse of need that he’s ignited in me—it’s all too much, too overwhelming. I can’t focus on anything but him.
His hands slide up my thighs, teasing the sensitive skin as they creep higher and higher. “You’re so quiet now,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “Where’s all that fire gone?”
Before I can answer, his hands force my legs open, exposing me. I gasp, instinctively closing my legs, but he grips my thighs firmly, pushing them apart.
“Let me see you,” he commands softly, and his words send a shiver down my spine. There’s no room for hesitation. The intensity in his eyes devours me as he takes in every inch of my exposed skin. My legs part on their own, my core aching for him.
I bite my lip, torn between embarrassment and desire. Luca seems to sense both, and it only deepens his smirk, dark and dangerous.
His hand grazes the edge of the nightstand, retrieving something new this time—something I haven’t seen before. A set of silver metal clamps. My heart pounds in my chest.
“You ever tried these?” he asks, twirling them between his fingers.
I shake my head, wide-eyed, but I can’t deny the thrill that runs through me. Luca’s predatory smile widens, his gaze locked onto mine. He steps between my legs, his fingers trailing over my thighs, sending electric jolts through my body. He slides a clamp onto my left nipple, then the right, adjusting them slowly. The sudden bite of pressure pulls a sharp gasp from me, the sensation sharp and intense, yet undeniably arousing.
“There it is,” he murmurs, watching my reaction closely. “You like this, don’t you?”
My breath catches in my throat, but there’s no denying the truth. The mix of pain and pleasure has my pulse racing, my body responding before my mind can catch up. I can feel my wetness pooling beneath me, and the way Luca’s eyes darken tells me he’s noticed too.
He dips his head down, his lips brushing against the inside of my thigh, teasing, tormenting. His tongue flicks out, tracing the path up to my core, but he stops just before reaching the spot I need him most. His mouth hovers there, just inches away from where I’m desperate for his touch.
“You’re so wet for me,” he growls, his voice rough with desire. I blush furiously at his words, but there’s no point in denying it. I’m aching, my legs trembling as he finally presses his mouth to me, his tongue sliding between my folds.
“Luca…” I moan, my back arching, my hands gripping the edge of the vanity. The clamps on my nipples send jolts of sensation through me, mixing with the intense pleasure of his mouth and fingers working me over.
He starts slowly, teasing me with gentle licks, building the tension higher and higher. But soon, his mouth is relentless, his tongue pressing harder against my clit, making me see stars.
His fingers join the assault, sliding inside me, curling perfectly to hit that spot that makes my entire body shudder. I can’t hold back the moans spilling from my lips as he pumps his fingers in and out, his mouth sucking and flicking in time with my erratic breathing.
“Fuck…” I gasp, my legs trembling, my hands flying to his hair as I try to grind against his face, desperate for more. Luca groans against me, the vibrations sending another jolt of pleasure through my body. He adds another finger, stretching me perfectly, and I’m losing control, my hips bucking toward him, seeking release.
“Come for me, Mia,” he growls, his voice sending shivers down my spine. “I want to feel you fall apart.”
His words push me over the edge. My vision blurs as I come, my entire body convulsing, my moans echoing through the room as he keeps driving me higher and higher. His fingers curl inside me, the clamps adding a sharp edge to the overwhelming pleasure, and I shatter beneath him.
But Luca isn’t done. He doesn’t give me a moment to recover before his mouth is back on me, his tongue sliding between my folds again, drawing out every ounce of my release. I can barely breathe, my body trembling uncontrollably, but Luca keeps going, relentless in his pursuit of my pleasure.
“Luca… please,” I gasp, my hands tugging at his hair, but he doesn’t stop. His fingers move inside me, slower this time, building me back up as his mouth works me over.
The sensations are almost too much, my body still pulsing with the aftershocks of my first orgasm, but Luca knows exactly how to push me to the edge again.
I don’t know how it happens, but suddenly, I’m coming again, harder than before. My entire body goes rigid, my back arching off the vanity as I cry out his name, lost in the overwhelming pleasure. The clamps pull tight against my nipples, the sharp bite of pain mixing with the pleasure in a way that drives me wild.
When the second orgasm finally fades, I’m trembling, gasping for breath, my legs weak and shaky. Luca grins wickedly up at me, his lips glistening as he slowly removes the clamps, sending another sharp shock through my sensitive body.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, his voice low and satisfied. He stands, pulling me off the vanity with ease. I barely have time to catch my breath before he’s guiding me to the bed, his hands firm on my hips, controlling every movement as if he owns me.
And maybe, in this moment, he does.
He flips me onto my stomach, his weight pressing down on me as he leans over, his chest brushing against my back. I hear the sound of his zipper, feel the hard length of him pressing against my ass, and then, without warning, he’s inside me.
“Luca, wait—” I start to protest, but my voice is weak, breathless, and the words die on my lips as he thrusts into me, hard and fast, filling me completely. I cry out, my hands gripping the sheets as he takes me from behind, his pace relentless.
“You’re mine,” he growls into my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Don’t ever forget that.”
I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but moan as he pounds into me, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he pulls me back against him with every thrust.
He’s punishing me, taking out all of his frustration on my body, and I love every second of it. His hand slides down to my clit, rubbing it roughly in time with his thrusts, and I’m losing myself, my body on fire, my legs shaking as the pleasure builds again.
“Come for me,” he growls, his voice rough and demanding. “Come for me, Mia.”
And I do. My orgasm hits me hard, my entire body going rigid as the pleasure crashes over me, leaving me gasping, shaking, completely at his mercy. But Luca doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me, driving into me with a brutal pace, his hands tightening around my throat in a possessive grip.
His hand on my throat isn’t too tight—just enough to send another jolt of pleasure through me, just enough to remind me that I belong to him, body and soul. His other hand is still on my clit, still rubbing in rough, desperate circles, and I’m on the edge again, my body trembling uncontrollably as I teeter on the brink.
Luca comes with a growl, his hands gripping my hips as he buries himself deep inside me, filling me with his release. The sensation pushes me over the edge again, my third orgasm ripping through me, leaving me gasping, moaning his name as my body convulses beneath him.
I collapse onto the bed, completely spent, but Luca’s not done. He pulls out of me, only to flip me over onto my back, his dark eyes full of hunger as he stares down at me.
“I’m not finished with you,” he growls, his voice low and dangerous.
Before I can even catch my breath, he pulls me off the bed and presses me up against the wall. My legs are weak, shaking, but Luca holds me steady, his hands gripping my thighs as he positions me against the wall. He thrusts into me again, harder this time, his movements more frantic, more desperate.
“Luca, please,” I gasp, my hands braced against the wall for support, but my body responds to him immediately, my legs wrapping around his waist as he fucks me against the wall.
He pulls my hair, tilting my head back so he can bite down on my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as he growls, “You’re mine, Mia. Only mine.”
And somehow, even after everything, I come again, my body shaking uncontrollably as Luca drives into me, his pace rough and relentless, his hands tightening on my hips as he takes me over the edge with him.
When it’s over, when the last waves of pleasure have finally subsided, Luca carries me over to the bed and we collapse onto the mattress, both of us breathing heavily, our bodies slick with sweat. Luca pulls me into his arms, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he holds me close.
But then, as the silence settles over us, something inside me breaks. The realization of what just happened, of what this means, crashes down on me, and suddenly, I can’t hold it in anymore. Tears well up in my eyes, and before I can stop them, they spill over, sliding down my cheeks.
“Mia?” Luca’s voice is soft, concerned, as he tries to turn me in his arms, but I resist him and retreat from his arms, sitting on the edge of the bed. I hiss slightly at the soreness of my legs, the sharp pain in my core.
“What’s wrong?”