Chapter 55 #2
She traced her fingers over the scars on my chest, sliding her hands up to my shoulders. Only Alex touched my scars. Much like her, they were a part of me. A part I would never hide from her.
Her fingers glided over my shoulders, trailing down my back to the worst ones. When I was younger and displeased with him, my father made me kneel in front of him with his belt wrapped around his fist. Sometimes, he hit me to show me his power and strength and to remind me that I belonged to him.
We all bear different scars, various reminders of the man who taught us the value of cruelty. How to wield it, how to use it as a weapon. I understood pain, punishment, and torture. Without those lessons, I would have become a different man.
Alex resumed her careful appraisal of my chest. Her feather-light touch made my cock rock hard when the tip of her tongue rolled over my nipple.
I groaned in response.
“You’ve always liked that.”
Her lips moved down my chest as she flicked open the button on my shorts.
She dropped to her knees in front of me, sliding down the zipper as she looked up at me.
I shoved my shorts over my hips and stepped out of them.
Alex leaned forward with a hungry look in her eyes, fisting the base of my cock as she licked the tip.
The heat from her mouth made my balls tighten.
Tonight, I wanted to take my time with her. We had privacy out here. I had instructed the guards not to bother us or pay attention to anything they saw on the security feeds. The closest mansion was Wellington Manor, which was at the end of the block.
“Swim with me.” I grabbed her by the arms and helped her up from the sand. “We haven’t done this in years.”
She stripped off her jacket and shirt. I stared at her naked breasts, then rubbed her nipples, massaging the tiny buds. Alex moaned, her chest rising and falling with each breath. I shoved her pajama bottoms down her thighs.
Beautiful and naked, she spun around and slid her hair off her shoulder. “Take off my necklace. I don’t want to ruin it.”
I undid the clasp and set the necklace on the blanket.
We walked side by side into the water. The sand crunched beneath my feet and slid between my toes.
Alex squealed, then jumped, yelling that she had stepped on a crab.
Without hesitation, I lifted her into my arms and carried her deeper into the water.
Some nights, I stood out here to gain some clarity. Other nights, I washed the blood of my enemies into the bay. This spot held both good and bad memories.
She squeezed her legs around me as the waist-deep water splashed her back. Resting her head on my shoulder, she rocked her hips into my erection. The head of my cock rubbed against her clit, and she let out a soft moan.
“You have no self-control.” I laughed. “Haven’t I taught you anything, my queen?”
Her lips brushed mine. “I want to feel every inch of you inside me.”
I swept the pad of my thumb across her lips. “I’m patient and have learned to control my desires.”
“Well, I’m not patient.” She dug her nails into the back of my neck and sucked my bottom lip into her mouth. “I want what I want. And that’s you.”
I gripped her hips and lowered her onto my cock, filling her in one quick thrust. She let out a moan that matched the groan that escaped my throat. I ripped even more sounds from her beautiful lips as I bounced her up and down on my cock.
“Scream, baby,” I said against her lips as we found the perfect rhythm. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
Her tongue swept into my mouth, tangling with mine, and a wave of emotions rocked through me. That happened with her every time. She humanized me. It was only with Alex that I felt out of control.
My skin burned as heat coursed through my veins, creating a fire beneath my skin.
Alex raked her nails down my back, right over the scars no woman had ever touched, right over the source of my pain and power.
With Alex, I could let go, my groans turning feral.
She scratched her fingernails down my back, etching herself into my skin.
She looked beautiful and uninhibited, free in my arms. I was an evil man who did terrible things, but she trusted me.
She knew I would never hurt her. This was her safe place to relax and lower her guard.
Outside of the bedroom, it was a constant battle with her.
She challenged me every step of the way, and I loved her even more because of it.
Her orgasm shook through me, hitting her hard and fast. Out of breath, she pressed her lips to mine. She felt so damn good I thrust into her a few more times before I came inside her. I kissed along her jaw and neck, leaving no part of her untouched.
“Luca,” she whispered. “That was… I missed you.”
I kissed her lips. “I missed you, too, baby.”
She held on to me for dear life, squeezing me so hard I could tell she wasn’t ready to let go. I carried her back to the beach, my cock hard again and still inside her.
“I need you,” she confessed. “You know that, right?”
I held my breath, then nodded.
“Will we get through this?”
“Yeah, baby.”
I lowered us to the blanket and gripped her thighs, taking a second to appreciate each of her delicious curves.
“Play with your pussy,” I ordered.
Her blue eyes widened, and like a good girl, she rubbed her thumb over her clit, moaning as I filled her to the hilt.
Raising her leg over my shoulder, I kissed her skin.
Licking and biting, I teased her until she moaned my name.
She screamed loud enough to draw attention from above us.
I looked up and saw Marcello at the edge of the cliff.
He stood there for a second before he walked back toward the house.
I slid my finger across her lips, and she sucked it into her mouth. Her body tightened, then trembled as I fucked her like a savage, pounding her back into the sand. After we hit the peak of our climaxes, I rested my sweat-slick forehead against hers.
I collapsed on top of her and attempted to catch my breath. “Damn, D. You make me come so fucking hard I can’t see straight.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“For what?”
She raised her blood-coated fingers. “I got a little carried away when I clawed at your back.”
“It’s okay, baby. I embrace the pain.”
A ghost of a smile crossed her lips. “No one should like pain.”
“What did I tell you about pain?”
“It’s weakness leaving the body.”
I nodded. “You can help me wash the blood off in the shower.”
After I slid out of her, I flipped onto my back, ignoring the open gashes bleeding through the blanket.
With my scars raw and exposed, I replaced the terrible memories with new ones.
I took a few deep breaths as my body relaxed.
Alex curled up next to me, kissing my stomach.
Everywhere her lips touched, heat danced along my skin.
“I know you’re keeping secrets because you think you’re protecting me,” Alex muttered. “Just tell me one thing. Is this the calm before the storm?”
I wrapped my arm around her and kissed her forehead. “Yeah, baby. Don’t get too comfortable. Hell is about to rain down on us.”