Chapter 17 Chiara
Chiara
Luka shimmies down the bed and pulls my panties off before shoving them under his pillow. I shamelessly spread my legs, eager for more, but he pauses while staring up at me.
“Pity Kane’s not here now,” he says with a smirk. “We could have so much fun.”
A pitiful whimper escapes as I picture the two of them teasing me into mindless oblivion.
“Imagine me fucking you while you suck him off,” Luka continues while pushing a thick finger inside me, and then another. I clench around him, desperate for something much bigger, but he’s in no rush. “Or both of us fucking you.”
The thought of Luka taking my ass while Kane fucks my pussy is almost too much. I want this.
So. Fucking. Bad.
“Fuck, peaches, I can feel you squeezing my fingers,” Luka groans.
“Luka, please!” I can’t take much more, and from the way he’s grinding his erection into the mattress, a look of utter desperation on his pretty face, neither can he.
We’re both on the edge. I’m aware there’s a lot more we need to talk about, but right now I can’t think straight. If I don’t come soon, I might fucking die.
“You need my cock, peaches?”
“Yes!”
Ignoring my plea, he swipes his tongue through my folds. It feels amazing, but it’s not where I need him to lick me. No, Luka seems determined to make me suffer before I come.
I writhe, trying to find relief from the ache that’s building in my core, but he has me pinned down, and I’m powerless.
“I should edge you all fucking night,” he murmurs. “For making me believe you’d walk away and never look back.”
My heart pinches in my chest. I hurt him, which makes me feel like shit.
“I won’t leave you,” I tell him. And I mean it. Whatever happens between Angelo and me, Luka is mine. “If I go, you’re coming with me. I can be your manager.” I’m joking about the last part, but his eyes light up.
“Hell yes! You’re hired, cupcake!”
“Great,” I grit out as he fucks me slowly with his fingers, hitting all my pleasure centers while avoiding my clit. “Make me come and seal the deal.”
“Your wish is my command,” he chuckles. Finally he does what I need him to do. The moment he sucks my clit, I come with a howl.
The whole damn house probably hears me climax, but I don’t care.
Luka moves off the bed and yanks his shorts off. I’m dimly aware of him tearing open a condom before sliding it down over his dick. Then he’s over me, inside me, and I’m wrapping my legs around his waist as he thrusts deep.
My tee’s pushed out of the way, exposing my breasts. A hot, wet mouth latches onto my tit, and I arch my back. The extra stimulation as he moves inside me is all I need to come for a second time.
It’s as if my first orgasm never really ended. This one ramps up higher and pulses through me. Luka bites my nipple and I moan louder. The bed bangs against the wall with each powerful thrust.
Is Angelo watching?
I hope so.
“Fuck, I love you,” Luka gasps as he comes with a long groan. I’m so shocked by his confession I don’t reply, and when I finally focus on his face, still buzzing with pleasure hormones, he’s staring down at me with a panicked expression. “I didn’t mean to say that,” he blurts.
A sliver of hurt slices into my heart. “You don’t love me?”
“No! I mean yes, I do love you! I love you so fucking much it kills me, Chiara. I mean…” He pulls out and rolls to one side.
“I mean I didn’t want to tell you because I know you probably don’t feel the same way and it’s too soon, and fuck, you’re married to my brother, so you can’t ever be mine.
And why would you want to be? I have nothing to offer, not really.
I can’t ever do a normal job because I can barely fucking read or write.
Fuck, I’m a fuck-up.” He turns away and removes the condom, refusing to look at me.
There’s a lot to unpack from the stuff he just said, but I know if I don’t say something in the next few seconds, he’ll shut down and I’ll ruin everything.
“Luka, I love you.” The moment I say it, I know it’s the truth.
Luka’s treated me like a queen from the moment we met. He’s been open and honest and never once taken advantage of me. Sure, he’s insecure and needy, but now that I know him better, I understand why.
Despite being incredibly handsome and charming, Luka lacks confidence in himself. Every day he puts himself out there and is judged on his looks. Hell, I’d be a mess if I had to deal with being sexualized 24/7. He must feel like a slab of prime beef.
Honestly, it’s disgusting.
“You love me?” The hope in his voice slays me.
“Yes, I love you.” I push him back into the pillows and move astride him. My pussy is overly sensitive right now, but it still wants more. And from the way his cock thickens, so does he. But we need to talk, so I ignore the way his shaft rubs my clit and how fucking good it feels.
“My marriage to Angelo is just a piece of paper. He can rage all he wants, but if he wants me, he’ll have to learn to share.
And as for you having nothing to offer?” I glare down at him.
“You’re fucking amazing, Luka. You’ve built a successful brand, which is no mean feat with how many influencers and models there are out there.
” His comment about struggling with literacy jars.
He’s not stupid, so why would he have a problem with literacy?
Then it clicks.
“Are you dyslexic?”
The shame in his eyes makes me angry. Dyslexia is nothing to be ashamed of.
“No idea. My teachers didn’t give a shit.
I stopped caring about school when I couldn’t do the lessons, so they labeled me as disruptive, and I spent more time being suspended than I did in class.
My mother didn’t notice, as she had her own problems.” He shrugs, like it doesn’t matter.
“All I know is that letters and numbers look jumbled when I try to read them on the page.”
“I had a friend in middle school,” I tell him. “She was the same. There are ways around it, like audiobooks. But that’s not the point. The point is, you’re not stupid, Luka. The education system failed you. Your teachers should have picked up on this!”
“You love me?” It’s clear he doesn’t want to talk about his dyslexia, and that’s fine. It’s not important right now.
“Yes, baby, I love you.” His lips curve up in a soft smile, and I swoon like a corset-wearing maiden from a bodice-ripper romance novel.
He rolls us over so we’re lying side by side. All the stress of the last few weeks fades away. Here in this room, with just the two of us, I can forget about the shitshow that is my life.
Nothing else matters but Luka. Sure, Angelo is going to have an aneurysm when he views the footage, assuming he has cameras in here, but I don’t care.
He can throw a fit and threaten me if he wants, but I’m not giving up Luka.
And now that I have the measure of my husband, I suspect he won’t ask me to.
He might act like a controlling asshole, but despite his role as the acting head of a major crime family, Angelo loves his family, and that includes his bastard half brother.
Luka reaches out and flicks the bedside lamp off, plunging the room into darkness. He pulls the covers over us, and we curl into each other, with him as the big spoon to my little spoon.
He’s still hard, and a few moments later, he slides inside me. But to my surprise, he stays still, happy to warm his cock without asking for more.
My pussy relaxes around him. It feels right. Like we’ve each found our other half, which is nuts considering the circumstances.
For the first time in ages, my brain is quiet. I close my eyes, ready for sleep.
“I love you, cupcake,” he whispers again.
“Love you too, boo.”