Chapter 7
ALEX
In the middle of the night, I felt someone climb on top of me. A hard body pressed down on mine, and my eyes shot open, panic flooding my chest. Then, a hand covered my mouth, and I struggled to breathe.
“Shhh,” Luca said. “I won’t hurt you.”
I kicked and squirmed, struggling to break free from his death grip, but he was too strong.
“Are you going to play nice, baby girl?”
Using every bit of my power, I shoved at his chest, but it was like trying to move a car with my bare hands, pointless and not worth the energy.
“Are you going to scream if I move my hand?”
I shook my head.
He uncovered my mouth.
I sat up and punched his arm. “Why are you doing this?”
He stayed on top of me, his mouth inches from mine. “You walked out on me. Made me look like a fool in front of my family. After everything I have done for you, you spit in my fucking face.”
“You lied to me,” I choked out. “You promised not to get involved with my career. I never asked for your help, Luca. I told you I wanted to do this on my own. At dinner, I felt like your dad was mocking me for not selling out my first exhibition by myself.”
“My dad is an asshole. He shouldn’t have acted that way.” He stroked my cheek with his long fingers. “I’m sorry, baby girl.”
As Luca gripped my thigh, wrapping it around him, I felt how much I turned him on.
Some days, I wanted him more than air. Other times, I hated his guts.
His father humiliated me, but it wasn’t his fault.
By buying my paintings, Luca made my first exhibition look like a success to everyone in the art world.
“Why did you buy my paintings?”
Luca clenched the side of my face. “One day, you will be my wife. You’ll give me sons. You will be my queen. I would do anything for you, Drea.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“Because I hated the thought of anyone owning paintings you created for me.”
His hard cock rubbed against my wet panties, making it harder for me to focus. I loved how he felt on top of me and wanted him to explore every inch of my body. Maybe there was something wrong with me.
He peppered my jaw with aggressive kisses, his fingers sliding down my throat. I widened my legs for him, tilting my head back against the pillow so he could suck and bite my neck. Heat rushed between my thighs, and I arched my hips to create some friction.
“Luca, I changed my mind.”
“About what?”
“I don’t want to wait.”
“Are you sure?”
I gripped the waistband of my panties and shoved them down. If I were going to lose my virginity, it would be on my terms.
“Aiden is down the hall. We need to be quiet.” I kissed his lips. “Please don’t hurt me.”
“You’ve seen my cock, Drea. It will hurt.”
I kissed him again. “Try. For me.”
He caged me against the mattress and covered my mouth with his. Sucking his bottom lip into my mouth, I rocked my hips. Luca threaded his fingers through my curls and deepened the kiss. He always kissed me like he wanted to devour me, but tonight, he wanted to conquer me.
As our lips separated, I yanked my shirt over my head and flung it across the room. His eyes flickered with their usual insanity as he stared at my naked breasts. He dipped his head down, stuck out his tongue, and rolled it over my nipples.
“Luca,” I panted. “Mmm… That feels good.”
“Wait until you feel my cock slide in and out of your tight pussy,” he said and ripped off my panties.
He moved my thighs apart with his big hand, dragging his long finger along my slit. When he added another finger, he raised my left leg and draped it over his shoulder.
“Fuck, baby, you’re always so wet for me. So tight. I can’t make any promises. You will definitely be sore.”
“Just go slow.”
He massaged my nipple, tugging on it with his usual roughness. Luca was not a man who made love. But I knew he would take his time with me.
He caressed my thighs. “Relax, baby. It will hurt less if you do.”
His tongue rolled over my aching clit. Every part of my body came alive as my skin pricked with tiny bumps.
He lapped up my juices with his tongue, sucking my swollen nub into his mouth.
One moan after another escaped my lips, my eyes slamming shut, lost at the moment.
Luca spread me open with his tongue, making love to my pussy, consuming me with each flick of his tongue.
“Be a good girl, and come for me, Drea.”
He gave me long, aggressive licks, and my legs shook uncontrollably, on the verge of an orgasm. As the force of it took hold of me, Luca held down my legs until I exploded on his tongue, coming so hard my entire body felt numb.
“You okay, baby?”
Attempting to catch my breath, I bobbed my head. “That was…”
“I know,” he said, lowering my leg onto the bed.
Luca stripped off his shirt, revealing his scarred, chiseled chest. I leaned forward to kiss his skin, flick my tongue over his nipples, and tasted every inch of him. He grunted as I inched my way down his chest.
With my lips at the waistband of his black Dolce & Gabbana boxer briefs, I peeked up at him, noting the desire in his eyes. His lips parted, and his chest rose and fell faster with each breath.
This was finally happening.
Sex with Luca Salvatore.
For months, he’d consumed my dirty dreams and nightmares. I never thought we would get to this point, not with how much I loved hating him. But I needed to know if what I felt for him was real. Our forced engagement soured any chance of us falling in love like normal people.
Could I love him?
Could he love me?
Luca was cold and cruel, but he had his moments. He was not a man who asked for what he wanted. He took it with brutal force. But tonight, I was in control.
After I rolled down his zipper, Luca shoved his pants and boxers past his hips, and his huge cock sprung loose.
“Wow,” I mouthed, embarrassed I said it aloud.
“Don’t freak out,” Luca said, sliding his hand to my head. “You can handle me, baby girl.”
I wasn’t so sure about that.
He kicked off the rest of his clothes and ran his fingers through my hair as I licked the pre-cum from the head of his cock.
Luca fisted my curls. “Fuck, Drea. Suck my cock into that pretty mouth of yours.”
I gripped the base and looked up at him. “I’ve never done this.”
Head tipped back, he tightened his grip on my hair. “Afraid it won’t fit? Trust me, baby, it will.”
I’d been sheltered for most of my life and didn’t have much experience with men. The few boyfriends I’d had never lasted long.
“Show me what you like.”
“Fuck, baby,” he hissed. “Suck the tip.”
I rolled my tongue across his soft skin. He grunted in response. Feeling brave, I took more of him, hoping I was doing it right.
“That’s it. Keep going.” His hand fell on top of mine as he helped me stroke his shaft. “Like this. Fuck. Yeah, like that.”
He was so big I felt him everywhere, my cheeks puffed out, tears streaming down my cheeks. I had to slap his hand to loosen his firm grip, and he gave a little slack as I nearly choked on his massive cock.
Luca pulled away from me abruptly and said, “I want to come inside you. Are you still on the pill?”
“How did you?—”
“C’mon, Drea. You should know by now. I have my ways.”
Of course, he knew everything about me. Nothing ever escaped Luca Salvatore.
“I want you to come on my cock.” He jerked his shaft and glided the tip along my soaking wet slit. “Let me feel you, Drea.”
“Take it slow.”
Kissing me hard and fast, he hooked my legs around him and guided his cock to my entrance. “Relax, baby.”
“I am.”
“No, you’re not.” He ran his fingers down my thigh, massaging my skin as he inched inside me. “It’s just you and me. You don’t have to be afraid.”
Sometimes, I feared the man on top of me. But deep down, I always knew Luca cared about me in his own way. It wasn’t love, but someday it could be, and that was all I needed.
His eyes found mine as he stretched me out, careful not to move too fast. An intense wave of pain shot through my body, and my eyes snapped shut.
His fingers grazed my cheek. “Baby, look at me.”
I opened my eyes to find him staring at me with genuine concern.
“I’m fine. Keep going.”
Luca was so big that every painfully slow thrust set my skin on fire. His hand trailed up and down my thigh to soothe me, and with the pain came pleasure. He said my name, moving at a quicker pace, rolling his thumb over my swollen nipple.
With each moan, he covered my mouth with his to silence my screams. I told him to be quiet, but that was before I understood how good it would feel to have him inside me, unraveling like a ball of string as I hit the peak of my climax.
Moments after I came, Luca’s legs shook, and then he spilled his cum inside me. He muttered a few curses in Italian. Sweaty and exhausted, he kissed my forehead and lips and rolled off me.
“How do you feel?”
“Sore,” I whispered, still trying to catch my breath. “You’re so big. I wasn’t expecting…”
“Most women beg for a big cock. You’ll get used to my size.” He pressed his lips to mine. “This was a one-time thing.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re such an asshole.”
“Oh, we’re doing this again,” he clarified, and my heart stopped pounding. “But next time, we’re fucking. I’m not into this sweet shit.”
“You’re so romantic, Luca.”
“I don’t do romance.” He parted my lips with his tongue, kissing me with a crazed hunger. “You’ll get used to what I like. I have to break you in.”
“What if I don’t like it?”
He snickered. “When you’re moaning my name, riding out one orgasm after another, you won’t want anything else.”
I rested my head on his chest, and he curled his muscular bicep around me. My eyelids grew heavier, and exhaustion won out.
It was the best night of my life… until I woke up.
The next morning, I was alone and naked, angry that he left. That was the day I promised myself never to fall for the villain.