Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Elena
My whole body is alight with pleasure, a soft glow radiating through me, but my blood is humming with a strange mix of fear and anticipation.
I feel alive.
Wild.
I've never felt like this before.
Luca's eyes burn into mine, his body still and tense. He's holding me down, pinning me to the bed.
I try to pull my hands free, but he holds them tight.
He growls, low and dangerous.
I should be afraid.
But I'm not.
I should stop him.
But I don't.
He stares down at me, and his gaze rakes over my naked body. I feel exposed.
I can't move, can't breathe.
My mind spins, trying to catch up with what's happening.
"Give me your hands," he orders.
My heart pounds.
I hesitate.
"Elena," he warns. "Do as you're told."
The air feels alive, sparking along my heated skin, sending tingles straight to my pussy.
His jaw is set, his muscles tense.
The fear and desire are like living things in my lungs, burning my throat with every breath.
Slowly, I reach my arms up to him, letting him take my wrists.
His grip is firm, his hands strong.
My tattered nightgown is still in his hand.
The nightgown I wore just for him. Even when I thought there was no way he'd show up. Some part of me knew. Some part of me felt it.
And he did.
I did.
This is real.
It's happening.
Luca's dark eyes burn into mine.
I should be scared.
Instead, I feel alive.
His grip tightens.
My heart pounds, my blood rushing through my veins.
He could hurt me.
He could use his strength against me.
But he won't.
He could make me do whatever he wanted.
But he won't.
The realization fills me with a different kind of heat. A slow, deep burn.
My pulse races.
He leans down, his face inches from mine.
I can feel the heat of his body, smell the scent of his skin.
"You have been a very bad girl," he whispers, his breath hot on my ear.
I shiver, my skin tingling, goosebumps rising on my arms.
"Do you know what happens to bad girls?"
My mouth is dry. I swallow, hard.
He sits back, his eyes searching mine.
"Answer me," he orders.
"No."
"No?" He tilts his head, studying me.
My skin burns.
I should feel ashamed, embarrassed.
But I don't.
"You're about to find out."
Luca grabs my nightgown and pulls the silk the rest of the way apart, turning it into two pieces.
I have to bite back a moan.
The sight of him, his hands working, his muscles flexing.
My breath catches.
He lifts one of the pieces of silk, holding it between his fingers.
"Turn around, on your knees."
A wave of desire courses through me.
My body tingles, a fire spreading from the pit of my stomach to the tips of my fingers and toes.
"I won't tell you again," he growls.
Slowly, I roll over, moving onto my hands and knees. My head spins.
What am I doing?
I shouldn't let him treat me this way.
But I want to, so desperately.
My pussy is throbbing, aching to be filled.
My breasts are heavy, my nipples aching.
I look over my shoulder.
Luca is on his knees behind me, his eyes fixed on me, his lips parted.
He looks wild, primal.
His hands work at the silk, winding it around his hand.
"Hold still," he says.
I swallow, my throat dry.
He reaches out, his fingers brushing my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
I suck in a breath, the feeling almost overwhelming.
He grabs my forearms with a tight grip and pulls them outward, sending me falling to the bed.
My cheek presses against the sheets, my ass in the air.
He takes one of my wrists in his iron grip and wraps the silk around it, tying it securely.
The feeling of the cool fabric against my skin is erotic, sinful.
He's tying me up.
I'm letting him.
Wanting him to.
He takes my silk-bound wrist and pulls it gently down, guiding it down the bed until it's flush with my ankle.
He's not just tying me down. He's making sure I can't move an inch without his permission.
I have a brief, sudden vision of myself, helpless beneath him, completely at his mercy.
The thought makes my pussy clench.
I can't hide the way my hips move, pressing down, seeking friction.
He notices.
"Eager, are we?" His voice is a low rumble.
He finishes tying my wrist to my ankle, and I pull, testing the strength of the knots.
They hold.
"Stay still," he commands.
My heart is pounding.
I watch him, trying to stay calm, trying not to lose control as he repeats the action with my other wrist, tying it securely to my ankle.
When he's finished, I'm bound. Face down, ass up for his pleasure.
Pussy exposed to him.
Helpless.
Completely at his mercy.
He trails a finger down the arch of my foot, up the length of my leg, and over the swell of my ass.
The touch sends shivers racing through me.
I'm helpless, his prisoner, completely at his mercy.
He tests the strength of the bindings.
"Is this okay?" he asks.
It's the last thing I expect.
"Yes," I breathe, and I can hear the desire in my voice. It should be embarrassing how much I want this.
But I can't find it in me.
Luca's fingers trail over my skin again, his touch feather-light.
My breath is coming fast, ragged.
I bite my lip, trying to hold back the sounds that threaten to escape.
His hands are on me, everywhere.
It's almost too much.
The feeling is exquisite.
His fingers slide between my legs, finding my clit.
"Oh," I cry, the feeling shooting through me.
Luca's touch is light, teasing, torturing.
"Please," I beg, needing more.
"Please, what?"
"Touch me."
"I am touching you." His infuriatingly amused tone is back.
I bite back a frustrated whimper.
"You're going to have to be more specific, Panini," he says, his voice full of dark promise.
My stomach tightens.
He knows what I need.
And he's going to make me say it.
"Please, fuck me," I finally get out.
"Shh, shh, shhhhh." He traces a lazy circle over my clit. "You'll take what I give you."
I tremble.
"You've been a very bad girl, Elena." His voice is a low, sensual purr.
My whole body clenches.
"And bad girls need to be punished."
The word echoes in my mind.
Punished.
Oh, God.
Luca's hand comes down on my ass, a light slap that sends a rush of heat through me.
"Oh," I cry, the sound escaping before I can stop it.
"You like that?" he asks, a smile in his voice. "Don't lie to me now."
"Yes." I can't help the way the word comes out, breathless, desperate.
He smacks my other cheek, harder this time.
I cry out, the sharp sting sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
"That's it, dolcezza." His voice is rough, his breathing labored.
He spanks me again, a firm, sharp strike that makes my whole body tense.
I cry out, burying my face into the pillow.
He groans, rubbing his cock between my cheeks, teasing me.
He's getting off on this.
And the thought drives me wild.
His hand comes down on me again, harder, and I gasp as the orgasm hits me.
My body shudders and spasms, waves of pleasure washing over me.
"Yes," Luca moans, his cock pressing against me, his voice a low growl.
He spanks me again, a hard slap, and the orgasm continues, the pleasure intensifying.
I can't think, can't speak.
All I can do is moan, lost in the pleasure.
Luca's hands grip my ass, squeezing, caressing, stroking.
His touch is possessive, almost feral.
I'm helpless, at his mercy, and the realization only increases the pleasure.
The orgasm rolls over me in waves, the pleasure so intense it's almost unbearable.
"Oh, Luca," I moan, the words tumbling from my lips.
"You're so fucking sexy," he growls, his voice raw.
He pulls away, and a second later, I feel the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance.
"Tell me to stop," he says, voice straining with effort.
I should.
"Elena, tell me to stop," he orders.
"Don't," I manage to get out.
He freezes.
"Don't stop," I continue. "Fuck me!"
I hear his breath hitch.
Luca grips me hard and thrusts into me.
My whole body tightens, the pleasure and the pain blending together into a heady rush.
I cry out, the sound muffled by the pillow.
He groans, long and low, his cock stretching me, filling me, claiming me.
His hands hold my hips in a punishing grip, his fingers digging into my flesh.
His thrusts are hard, rough, and he fucks me like he owns me.
And he does.