Chapter 28
“Wantme to wash your pussy, first?”
I roll my eyes, lifting my right arm wrapped in plastic. “No, just wash my pits. I stink.”
Gently, Ruby wipes with a washcloth, careful not to get my bandaged arm wet. It doesn’t really hurt. The bullet missed my bone, and I’ve suffered worse in fights. But I wanted a shower so bad. If the hospital is making me stay another night, I can’t stand feeling this gross.
Carefully, Ruby washes my breasts, fighting her grin. “Where did your ten thousand dollar titties go?”
“They took out my jewelry for surgery.”
“You better get ‘em back.”
“I did. They gave me my clothes and jewelry in a bag.”
“No,” she says, squatting to wipe my legs next. I could do this myself, but my morning nurse is a five-star general. She ordered Ruby to help me shower. “I mean, you better get HIM back.”
I don’t answer. She finishes washing my body, handing me the cloth to, yes, wash my pussy, too, while Ruby starts on my hair.
“He’s waiting outside, you know. He was here last night and back this morning.”
I know. I could hear Luca barking at the nurses and doctors, demanding scans that aren’t necessary. They got the bullet out. I just have to stay pumped full of antibiotics and stay another day for observation before they send me home tomorrow.
“I don’t want him back,” I answer her.
HIF #18: Yeah, I can’t convince myself, either.
“Uh-huh.” She smoothes in conditioner. “He’s got red roses,” she taunts. “He’s dressed in a suit and tie for you, too.”
Images of the final scene of Pretty Woman fill my head. The one where the grumpy hero goes after his escort-turned-love to win her back. But I refuse to believe Luca watched it for me.
“And if you don’t take him back,” Ruby teases, “there’s a mess of horny nurses and doctors out there, creaming their canyons for him.”
“Eww!” But I laugh and lie. “Let them have him. I’m not accepting Maren’s seconds.”
That hurts worse than the wound in my arm.
Luca fucked Maren.
Luca kissed her.
Many times, probably.
I can imagine all the passion he shared with her since he’s been waiting so long, and it hurts like hell. I can’t breathe every time I think about it.
Ruby pinches my uninjured arm. “Ouch!” I flinch.
“Listen here.” She points a finger at me. “We’re the Jones sisters. It don’t matter what number we are; no one fucks better than us.”
“How do you know?”
“I’ve been told my male-catcher is championship level.”
“We don’t fuck the same males.” I can’t believe I’m having this spat.
She turns off the shower, grabbing a towel before patting me down. “Zar sings your praises. He’s had pussy galore and won’t fuck other women now. He says yours is the best.”
“I never fucked him.”
“Point proven because he’s still whipped for you.” She snorts. “Literally.”
“Shut up and help me put on a sexy hospital gown.”
Once I’m settled back on the bed, Ruby towel-dries my hair. “You need to see him,” she mutters. “You’ve been miserable for months, and there’s only one hot-as-fuck reason why.”
With my left hand, I tug the blankets around me. “I got nothing to say to him.”
“Well, Luca’s got something to say to you. You know, for saving his daughter’s life and all. And he may be an asshole Dom and a widower with a celibate vow that makes no damn sense, but that man will not stop until he speaks to you. You know it, so yank the Band-Aid off and get it over with.”
But I don’t see him.
Ruby leaves, and I eat the nastiest hospital lunch. The afternoon nurse comes in and checks on me, too. I talk on my phone. I debrief with Charlie and HGR. I waste as much time as I want watching Animal Planet on the hospital’s TV until an evening nurse comes in.
While she checks my pulse, she laughs. “Mine would be up, too.”
“I’m sorry?”
She eyes me over her glasses. “Honey, if that fine ass man was out there, waiting to see me—all day apparently—my pulse would be racing almost as fast as my little legs to catch him.”
“Fine,” I huff. “Send him in.”
When the door closes behind her, all my emotions enter, flooding my pounding heart. I hold my breath as the door pushes open, then closes behind him.
Energy crackles, the heat rising in the room, in my cheeks, too, because Luca swallows the space, wearing a crisp black suit, a white starched shirt, and a tight scarlet tie. The red roses he holds have bloomed open. His onyx hair is the same, his crystal eyes, too. They search mine like he’s been waiting forever on me, but I don’t speak first.
“Thank you,” he insists.
“How’s Gia?” I rush, temporarily forgetting that I hate him.
“She’s fine. She’s home. Abbey and Harper are there. Celine, too.” Carefully, he sets the roses on the table at the foot of my bed. “She drew this for you. She wants me to FaceTime with you, too, but I told her you were sleeping.”
He reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out its contents: a folded sheet of white paper and his black kerchief.
Tingles prickle my flesh. My body remembers. Liquid heat floods my core with the memory of what Luca did to me, how he made me come with paperclips on my nipples and his kerchief in my mouth, but he puts it back in his pocket while I raise my left hand for the drawing.
Fine. My body may forever lust for him, and it may want him back so badly, but not my heart.
I don’t trust him.
“She uh…” Luca stammers, and it’s not like him. “Gia drew you as a bear.”
A smile fills my heart, studying her drawing. It’s a stick-figure girl with long brown curls, standing between a tall stick-figure man with black hair and a brown squiggly blob with red hair and furry arms and legs.
I understand immediately. “Like from Brave,” I mutter. “I’m the bear.”
“Her mama bear,” Luca adds. “That’s what Gia calls you now.”
I can’t.
I squeeze my eyes and let tears spill for her, and I love it. I love how this little girl lives in my heart. She’s made it so tender.
“Scarlett,” Luca eases. “She’s right. You are her mama bear. And I’ll never be able to thank you enough for protecting her. I can’t fix everything I’ve done, either, but I…”
He stammers again, so I look up from the drawing. He’s reaching into his other pocket.
Luca looms feet from my bed, his beauty and cologne filling my senses. His trepidation, too.
Why is he afraid?
He pulls out another piece of paper. It shakes in his hand. “I don’t know if I did the right thing,” he says. “But I tried. All summer, I did. I couldn’t live with myself, feeling like I left you. I know you told me to, and I understand why. So, I hope this doesn’t upset you, because I had to do something. I had to make something right for you.”
I look down at the paper in his hands. It looks like a letter. “What did you do?”
He swallows, locking his gaze on mine. “Scarlett, I found your father.”
The ringing stabs my ears. I didn’t hear him right. “What?”
This can’t be true.
“Your father,” he soothes. “I found him. He’s alive. It took my PIs months, and it wasn’t easy. He’s been living off the grid in Alaska for years.”
I can’t see through my sudden tears. I can’t breathe. “But…I don’t understand. We thought he might be?—”
“He spent twelve years in prison in Louisiana for armed robbery. It seems he tried to rob a bank.”
How can this be?
“Does my mom know about this?”
Thoughtfully, Luca shrugs. “I don’t know. I didn’t want to overstep my bounds too much. Once I found him, I wrote him a letter. I told him I was a…” He pauses, choking on the word. “A friend of yours, trying to help you find him, and he wrote back. This is his letter to you.”
My throat burns. “What does it say?”
“Don’t you want to read it first?”
“I can’t.” I can’t focus through my tears. I’ve never felt this vulnerable, this shaken before in my life. Not since my dad left me, and now he’s back.
And Luca found him for me.
“Read it to me.”
Carefully, Luca reads my dad’s letter aloud.
Something about hearing my dad’s apology in Luca’s accent shatters me in the best way. The pain disappears. The little girl is okay. My dad is sorry. He’s ashamed. He confesses that he made a stupid mistake, robbing a bank to get us money. He says he failed us. He couldn’t face us, so he told my mom to tell us he was dead. Then he served his time and disappeared so we wouldn’t be disgraced by having a felon for a father.
“But if you want to talk to me,” Luca reads my father’s words, his voice shaking, too, “I would be honored. Your nice friend said he’d fly me to you or whatever you need. I want to see you, kiddo, and tell you I’m sorry. That I love you.”
Luca lowers the letter. “I’ll do whatever you need, Scarlett. I’ll bring him here or send you there, or I’ll just leave this letter with you to decide one day.”
He sets it beside the roses on the table.
“Why?” I wipe my tears. “Why did you do this for me?”
He pauses, his eyes caressing over me. Not in a sexy way. It’s warm. It’s adoring.
“Because I’ve watched you, Belle,” he answers. “From the first night I met you, my eyes opened, my heart, too, and I witnessed the strong, beautiful woman you are on the outside and the tender, loving girl in your heart. I know it sounds odd, but it’s true. And if I wouldn’t let me take care of the woman you are, then I’d take care of the girl. The one waiting at the window. Because I’m never leaving her or you, Scarlett. You may never be with me. You may tell me to go, and I respect you; I will. But I will always be watching you, taking care of you, and?—”
“But you’re with Maren.”
He shakes his head, swearing, “I’m NOT with Maren. I’ve never been with Maren. I was trying to give Gia a normal life, playdates and dinners and all. But I never broke my vow with her. I never even kissed her or?—”
Half of my heart heals, but still, I argue, “But you took your wedding band off for her.”
He glances down, studying his hand, how the tan line is gone, how I made the assumption.
“I took it off for Gia.” He looks up at me. “All these years, I wore it to make it true. That I was married to her mother. That I was Gia’s father. Though Darby slept with Zar, I needed to believe we were a real family once. That I was a good husband and a good father. I couldn’t let that dream die, too.”
A soft grin lifts his lips. “But of course, Zar defied me,” he explains. He took a sample of my hair and Gia’s, too, from our hairbrushes and had a DNA test done. On the fifth anniversary of Darby’s death, Zar wanted me to know, with no doubt, that I am Gia’s father. I didn’t need to wear a ring to make it true.”
He steps closer to my bed. The nurse left the side guards down, and my guard is down, too.
I’m overwhelmed.
I can’t fight him, and I don’t want to. All I hear is everything I need, everything I should trust.
I let Luca take my left hand. Gently, he holds it.
“I’m so sorry, my belle.” It sighs over his lips. “I’m sorry I hurt you. That I denied you for so long. I asked you to fight for me, to make me break for you, and I only broke you instead. I can’t make you forgive me. But you won. You make me love you, and I’ll never stop.”
A grin brushes my lips. “I make you?”
“Yes,” he grins, lowering to one knee, holding my hand, and I can’t believe my eyes. “I love you, Scarlett Jones. You are the master of my heart, and I’m begging for another chance to make you fall in love with me again.”
My lips tremble. So does my hand in his. But my pride replies, “You asshole.” I smile. “You think you can make me fall in love with you again?”
“Yes.” He’s too confident, too sexy, too powerful, and too humble right now. “Scarlett, I want to make everything right with you instead of being trapped in all I did wrong. Darby used to say, ‘Choose hope.’ I hear her now, and I choose you. I’m going to spoil you. I’ll court you for everyone to watch, to see me proudly on my knees for Scarlett Jones. All the paparazzi. Charleston. Paris. Mykonos, and Maren, and her catty friends. They’ll all see. I will prove to you and the world how much I love you. How much my daughter loves you, too. Then I’m going to ask you to marry me...”
My heart stops.
I can’t stop staring at his eyes while he says, “I’m going to ask you to honor me. To please be the mama bear to my daughter. To be my family forever. To be Mrs. Scarlett Mercier, my beautiful wife, the only woman in my heart, and?—”
“Ask me now.”
He pauses, and my heart pounds. My world is spinning. My dream is coming true, and I know what I need.
What I deserve.
And when that sexy darkness falls over Luca’s face. The one that makes him rise from his knee. The one that makes him smirk like an evil Sex God. The one that makes him let go of my hand so he can lean over and sink his hand into my hair, his lips lowering to mine…
I’m about to get it.
“I won’t ask you, my belle.” He nears. “I’ll fucking prove it to you.”
Suddenly, Luca’s mouth is on mine, his warm kiss tearing my breath away while he gives me his. His lips seize. They take, they play, they part and pierce me open, his tongue finding mine, claiming it, too. His hands in my hair lift, making my body rise to take him.
After so long, our deep kiss is a flame and a flood. I moan into it, and he moans back, pressing deeper into me. It’s hot. It’s wet. It’s us finally together again, but he halts, panting over our lips, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not.” I grab his tie.
“Your arm,” he worries.
“Fuck my arm.” I mean it. “And fuck me right now, Luca.”
It’s all he needs to hear. To unleash. To let go. Like a feral animal unchained, he’s on me. He’s hunched over me, devouring our kiss. He’s been starving, and I’m famished, too. I can’t get enough of him consuming me.
I sink my left hand in his hair and demand. I push his mouth to my neck. It’s my permission and plea, and he grabs it, tugging at my gown, groaning when he finds it untied. It’s nothing but a thin sheet over me while he kisses my neck, biting it, too, ripping my gown down.
But he pauses, afraid to take it off my bandaged arm, so I do it. I tug the gown off, dropping it by the side of the bed before I lie back, naked for him, and Luca stops.
He hovers over me, his chest heaving, his pupils dilated. His stare ravages the sight of me. How my nipples harden for him. How my thighs fall open for him. With the remote dangling from the side of the bed, I press the button and lower it.
My body lies prone for him to take. I spread my knees wider, tilting my hips so he can see. I make him lick his lips at how my pussy gets so wet for him, too.
Tugging at his tie, Luca rips it off, then his jacket, too. Tossing them on the recliner in the room, he turns back to me, his stare pinning me down with his fists clenched.
He growls, “You make me so fucking hard for you, Scarlett, it hurts. I’ve been waiting so long for you. I…” His erection threatens to rip his pants, to rip me open, too, and I’ll relish it.
But I know what he’s thinking. Why he won’t touch me yet. I know the final thread holding him back.
“I am, Luca.” He won’t say it first because I do. My wound doesn’t hurt. Only this does; I ache for him. With both hands, I pinch my nipples for him. “I am your whore. I’m your proud whore who loves it when you say it to me. When you make me do dirty and degrading things for you. When you fuck me like one for anyone to watch. It’s not an insult. You make me feel beautiful. You make us feel right, like we belong together. You make me want you more. You make me love you.”
I sink my right hand between my legs, proving my arm doesn’t hurt. I finger my wet pussy for him while I demand, “You’re going to say it while you fuck me. You’re going to make me come when you call me your whore. And you’re going to come, too, because you need me. You love me, and you need me to be your beautiful whore, too. Say it, Luca. Say who you really are.”
He yanks my slick hand away, replacing it with his, ramming two thick fingers inside me, making me cry out, making my back bow. His sudden, curling touch, pressing into my walls, makes me forget. It makes me moan. He feels so damn good; I slam my eyes closed, but he growls, “Look at me!”
I do. I open my eyes to find him over me, his fingers buried, jerking brutally, lusciously inside my slick cunt, his palm grinding over my swelling clit.
“I’m your Master, Scarlett,” he swears. “It’s who I am; I’m your only man. I’m going to fuck you now and forever and make you come like my whore, like my wife, like whatever I want you to be because it pleases me. I’ll give you so much goddamn pleasure, too; you’ll always beg for me.” Ruthlessly, he pounds his hand, claiming my sex. “Now put my name in your mouth, Scarlett, in your breath, on your soul, where it belongs forever.”
“Luca!”
He leans over, claiming my nipple, too. He sucks and licks it, biting my breast, while the pressure in my pussy is maddening, his power pulling me to places only he can. I can’t stop. He does it to me so fast. He bites my other nipple, the pain thrilling my flesh before he glares at me, demanding, “Whose pussy is this?”
“Luca!” I crack. I come. I stare into his eyes while I shatter, gushing over his hand. He breaks my dam, and he’s just getting started.
“Taste,” he demands. “Taste how you’re my only whore.” Pressing his dripping fingers into my mouth, he makes me moan; he makes me thirst for my watery cum. I suck it off his fingers while his other hand unfastens his belt. With a furious tug, he snaps it free, tossing it on the chair before he drags his zipper down.
But no, I’ve waited too long. He’s teased me too much. I pull back from his tangy fingers in my mouth. “Take it all off,” I insist. “Fuck me as bare as I am for you.”
My commands make him smirk, and I trust that on many nights to come, I’ll love it when he punishes me for it. But now?
He strips naked while he glowers, almost scolding me, “Are you really bare? Or are you still on birth control? Have you been bad? Did you give my pussy to some little fuckboy who doesn’t deserve it?”
“Yes and no.” I make his eyes narrow, his nostrils flare. I love taunting him, too. “Yes, I’m still on the pill. And no, I don’t fuck boys. I’ve been waiting to please my man, my Master.”
The pure dark lechery and bright light in his eyes—it’s all Luca. All Dom and Dad and the man I love, how he loves those words from my mouth.
He towers nude by my hospital bed. Smooth bronze skin. Heaving pecs. Hard nipples. Carved flexing abs. Trimmed black pubic hair framing his thick, veined cock, jutting out, demanding and hard.
We don’t care who enters the room because they’re not here. Only we are.
I’m soaked for him.
Caressing his hand up my thigh, he vows, “I’m going to fuck you, my belle. I’m going to fuck your mouth, your pussy, your ass, your mind. I’m going to fuck every inch of you in front of our friends, too, just as you desire. They’ll watch how I own you. How much I love you. Zar, too. I won’t hide it anymore. I’m proud that you’re mine. That this pussy is mine.”
Savagely, he spreads my lips wide open, relishing how my clit thrills at his raw exposure, savoring how my vulnerable cunt drips for him.
“And then,” he swears, “after months of using you, after I play with my whore however I want, making this pussy come so many times, I’ll make you my wife, and you’ll stop taking the pill. I’m going to breed you and mount this sweet pussy so many times a day until you have our baby.” He smiles. “Or four.”
Softly, I giggle.
He makes it sound so crude and cute. “Promise?” I ask him.
His smile slides into a smirk, leaning over to bite the inside of my thighs. I gasp while he vows, “It’s already done,” before his warm tongue finally, slowly, lusciously laves over my tender clit again.
I moan, “Oh my god, Luca, yes.”
“Watch me,” he demands, hunched over me. “Watch me eat your pussy. Watch me make you come on my tongue. Squirt your cum in my mouth, my whore, then I’ll fuck you. I’m too hungry for you. I need to make your cunt dripping wet for me so my cock can rip you open to satisfy it.”
With a vengeance, his mouth plunges, feeding on me, dragging groans up my throat. His tongue licks. His lips suck. Luca spreads my thighs, holding them open, pushing them back to my chest. I’m shamelessly splayed open for him to devour, from my ass to my cunt to my clit; he doesn’t stop growling into the meal of my arousal, greedily lapping up sweet slurps of my desire.
But he tortures me, too.
He doesn’t put his fingers inside me. He fucks me with his mouth, and it’s not enough, and he knows it. It’s excruciating ecstasy while he stares at me with lewd love in his eyes, furiously flicking my clit with his tongue for me to lift my head and watch, to relish the pleasure he gives. He tightens my core. He clenches my walls. He bites my delicate clit, and I buck. I come. I cry out for him, “Luca, please!” I’m pulsing. I’m shaking. I’m aching for him in starved voids only he can fill.
And finally…
Luca returns to me.
He climbs on top, like he did our first time, pushing my thighs open with his knees. His cock is so swollen. It’s hard and angry. I bite my lip, knowing how he destroys you with pain and pleasure, his wide crown pressing, stretching, urging into my entrance. Desire and greed fill his eyes, peering down at me, but still, he cares. “Watch your arm, my belle. Tell me if it hurts.”
Luca doesn’t get it.
How he’s tyrannical and tender. How he’s everything I want to suffer and savor. I know love brings pain, too, and I’ll take it all with him. So I lift my arms, proving my strength. I’m tough.
“Make it hurt, Luca,” I insist, grabbing his back with both hands, my fingernails sinking into his tight, satin flesh. “Fuck me, and never stop. Make us hurt until we’re healed.”
Drawing in a savage breath, he locks his glare to mine, and I’ll never look away. He’s too beautiful, too brutal as he thrusts, not yielding to my resistance because I have none.
“Fuuckkk,” he grunts, driving all the way inside me, exploding my breath away, my ache gone.
“Yes, Luca,” I cry out.
“Fuuckkk, Belle,” he grunts again, thrusting in and out, staring into my eyes, driving into my center like he can’t believe it. I can’t either. Luca burns. He stretches. He fills. He hurts so damn good, I groan, fighting back the tears.
“Fuck, Belle,” he groans, too. “Fuck, you’re so swollen for me. So wet and mine and so fucking tight. Clench for me,” he growls. “Yes. That’s it. Clamp this hungry pussy around my cock.”
I wrap my legs around his flexing ass. I use my strength and hold him so tight against me, letting him deep inside, my fingernails marking his back, too.
“Fuck, yes, you feel good.” His lips praise. They kiss and brush and huff over mine. He won’t stop. “Fuck, I missed you. I missed your kiss. Your taste. Your pussy. Damn, Scarlett, how you take me. All of me.”
It’s more than his cock I have. It’s his heart. His love. His life. I see it in his eyes. They shine, facets of light and dark claiming me.
Yes, he’s mine, and I’m his.
Our bodies match. We writhe. We rise. We move together. He braces himself above me just enough so we can feel it. So we can watch it, too.
For minutes and forever, Luca moves inside me. “Scarlett,” he keeps sighing. He keeps kissing my lips. “My belle.” He’s not fucking me like he did our first night. Our only night, he swore it then.
No, he’s claiming me now for all time because that’s what we have. Forever, I’ll be with him.
Our grunts and groans fill the room. The bed squeaks and strains with our shameless search because we don’t care. We need to find this together. We’ve waited too long. We need this too much.
Rising on his knees, he pulls out, gazing down at where our bodies join. “Oh, my sweet whore,” he praises. “I’m making you cream on my hard cock.” He boasts, rubbing his thumb over my clit, “Look at you. Look at your pretty pink pussy gaping open from my thick cock inside you. You’re a hungry little whore for me, aren’t you? You want all the dirty fucking things I’m going to do to you, all the ways I’ll play with you.” He spanks my clit. “Beg for my cum and punishment.”
“Luca.” I will. I am. I lift my hips. I’m going to come again. He knows my body. He knows my breath. He knows how to control my orgasm. He’s about to thrust inside me and make me do it, but the door swings open.
We whip our stare to the nurse, who is clearly not as pleased as me.
“Y’all, stop this mess right now,” she snaps. “The whole floor can hear you two. Don’t make me call security!”
I try to snap my legs closed, but Luca suddenly smirks, looking so erotic and evil that God would sin for him, too. Hooking his arms under my thighs, he yanks me lower, holding me open while he starts hammering his cock inside me, taunting the nurse.
“Call security right now,” he commands, slapping his hips against my thighs. “I want all of them to watch me fuck the hell out of my future wife because she’s mine and they’ll never stop me. Hear how wet I make her sweet pussy? Look at her taking my big cock. See her cream on it? She’s too damn tight, too damn perfect for my cock not to fuck forever.” Viciously, he goes faster, harder, making my tits bounce. I can’t believe it. It feels so good. We’re so wrong and right. “She’s such a beautiful whore for me. Isn’t she? Such a dirty slut for my cock. Letting you watch me fuck her. Look at her,” he growls. “Watch. Don’t you agree?”
I moan.
I love this.
I love him.
“Ma’am?” The nurse is flustered. Angry and worried. A little amused and aroused, too. I glance at her and can tell. No one can watch a bronze, hard, naked Luca fuck like a demonic God and not want to sell their soul for his ruthless cock. “Are you okay?” she asks. She’s doing her job.
“Fuck, yes, I am,” I pant, grabbing Luca’s flexing pecs. “I’ll even marry him if he makes me come right now.”
Luca turns his smirk from her to me, his hips not stopping, his cut ass flexing for her to admire, I’m sure.
“Well, I never,” the nurse huffs.
“Well, you should.” Luca smiles down at me. “Fucking this pussy cures everything.”
She storms out of the room, and I almost want to laugh, but Luca falls over me, burying his cock so deep inside that I gasp before I groan. He finds that sensitive spot high in my core, rubbing my tender cervix like only he can.
Only Luca reaches me.
Only Luca does this to me.
Only he’s allowed this deep inside my body, in my heart, too. I lose my mind. I lose everything to Luca when he’s here with me.
“Say it, Scarlett.” I want to thrash, but his pleasure pins me down, the stimulation in my core maddening. I can’t escape it, and I don’t want to. His hips relentlessly grind harder, his mass pressing in. He fists my hair, so I scratch his back. He’s going to take my whole body. My whole life. “Say you’ll marry me so you can come.”
He tilts his hips, and his swollen tip rubs my cervix even more, erasing my mind. I scratch deeper, hanging on. “Say it, my sweet whore.” His breath rasps, his back muscles clenched in my grasp, tensing for release, too. Luca blazes like white heat deep inside me, coiling our bodies so tight, my pussy burning to release. “Say it,” he groans. “Say you’ll be my wife so I can come inside you.”
He grinds on my clit, hitting that spot inside me, too, and I ignite. “Yes, Luca, yes.” I combust. I brighten. I let the pleasure flames roar, scorching through my body. Luca makes me come so hard the spasms scald, and I cry out. I love it. I love him. My muscles, my bones, everything turns to ash. My eyes, too. He watches me burn for him, and he does, too.
“Ma flamme,” he groans, stilling his cock deep inside me. His body locks, his spine braced. He can’t stop it either. He stares at me, love consuming his eyes, the release straining the sinews in his neck.
“Luca, do it. Let go. Fill me with your cum,” I beg him. I make him. For so long, he’s held back, and now he explodes.
He roars, throwing his chin up and coming so hard his cock jumps inside me. It shakes his thighs, his lips, too. “Scarlett! Fuck!” He starts thrusting again, chasing it, reveling in it, loving it, loving me. “God, Belle,” he marvels, not stopping, still fucking me. “Fuck, yes, Belle. Make me. Keep making me come inside you.” He lets it all go, pumping his hips until his warm cum spills from me, until he barely softens and finally collapses into our kiss.
We find our breath here for moments before he presses his forehead to mine. Tears well in my eyes, and they gloss his, too, but he smiles. “I heard a ‘yes.’”
“No.” I smile. “You heard wrong. You heard a ‘yes, Luca, yes.’”
“So you’ll marry me twice?” He kisses me. “Once in Charleston.” And kisses me again. “Once in Paris.” And again. “Then we’ll honeymoon in Mykonos, then Bali.” And again. “I promise to fuck you all over the world.”
I linger my fingers down his back, loving the welts I’ve left behind that he’ll love, too. The pain in my right arm returns, but I don’t care. “Is that your big plan for us?”
“It’s my big dream for us,” he answers. “I never had a wedding, and now I’m going to give my beautiful bride the biggest one. Twice. Gia will love it, too.”
“They’re in there, Officer!”
Our eyes get wide. The angry nurse is outside my door. Apparently, she did call security, but sorry, folks, the hot show is over.
“They’re carrying on like shameless heathens.” The nurse doesn’t sound too mad about it. “We can all hear them!”
I laugh, still feeling Luca inside me. “We are SO in trouble.”
“No, my belle.” Tenderly, he kisses me. “We are SO in love.”