Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Angel
I stretch my aching muscles, and heavens, they are sore. “Oh my goodness,” I grunt, deepening the stretch, and that’s when I feel a large body against me. My eyes widen, and I panic for a brief moment.
Last night comes back to me and all the raunchy ways this man ruined me for anyone else.
I’m too afraid to look over at him to see if he’s asleep so I can slide out of bed, but he clears that up for me before my next breath.
The light from the sun peeking through the drapes is suddenly hidden by a large shadow.
“I’m glad you’re finally awake. It’s time for you to shower and meet with the stylist.” I face my whatever he wants to call himself, and he happens to look magnificent when he wakes up.
His bed head is sexy, the morning scruffy beard a little thicker than yesterday, and he’s shirtless, muscles on display.
“Stylist?” I question. There isn’t even a good morning, hello, or anything, not even “you look hot when you wake up,” or “I enjoyed last night.” Just get the fuck up and get pretty.
I suppose this is routine for him, so I just need to roll with the punches. Hopefully he changes his mind about all of this, and I’ll leave partially unscathed. Unfortunately, there’s something about Luca that’s already made an indelible mark on me, and it’s not the sex.
“Yes. You’ll need a new wardrobe for dinner tonight and for future events.” I want to run off, but until I can get my brother safely away, that isn’t happening.
“Oh yes.” I forgot that we’ll be meeting his parents and pretend that I’m not here under duress. A man worth this much money obviously doesn’t want to be seen with a bum. I have to class it up for him.
I try a last-ditch effort to talk my way out of it, even though there could be a chance I’m already carrying his baby. “We don’t have to go through with this, Mr. D’Antonio.”
“You call me that again, and I’ll take you over my knee,” he growls, leaning over me with his forearms flexed, muscles taut, displaying his tattoos intricately decorating his lightly tanned skin.
I can’t take my eyes off them until he cuffs his strong hand around my throat, forcing my gaze to meet his.
It’s not the strength of the grip; it’s the dominance he’s after, and it works.
My attention is back on his gorgeous gray eyes.
“Besides, did you forget that I’ve got your brother under my custody? ”
There. He put his ace on the table. I have no choice but to stay. No way of running because he has the most important person in my life at his mercy.
“How could I forget? It’s the only reason I’m here.” My words bite, and I hope he feels the sting. I throw off the covers and quickly climb out of his bed completely unclothed before I say something that will send him into a rage because my mouth can be foul when I’m angry.
Before my parents died, I wasn’t afraid of popping off at the mouth. Now, I have learned to hold my tongue because my brother’s life depends on it. Yes, my body’s turned on by Luca D’Antonio, but my heart isn’t bothered, so I need to control my temper.
I lock the door and handle my constitution before turning on the shower.
Stepping inside, I let the hot water cleanse my skin and wash away his touch while I let the tears fall.
He’s a naturally hot bastard with power and control, and he owns me both physically and emotionally.
I’m not in love with the man I just met, but damn, am I lusting wildly for him.
It makes no sense to me, which plays so heavily on my heart.
Luca holds my brother’s well-being in his hands, and for that I hate him, and yet I still want to ride him again. I hate myself for it.
Enough with the tears, I mentally chide myself.
Scrubbing my body with his soap; that doesn’t help me with the insane lust, but it’s all that’s here.
Finally rinsing off, I grab his superbly fluffy towels, and I dry off.
Goodness, this kind of luxury is next level.
Even when my parents took us to Greece, I never felt the plushness of such towels.
Damn. It’s almost like a terry cloth pillow.
There’s a pounding on the door, followed by his rich, deep voice. “Amore, the stylist has arrived. Time to get out.”
“I don’t have anything to wear,” I call out through the closed door.
“You have clothes to try on, Angel.” The ripple of impatience irritates me, so I drop the towel since I figure I’ll be trying on clothes in front of these women, anyway.
“Okay.” I step out of the room to several people standing there, and not everyone is a woman. My face heats instantly with embarrassment while Luca’s face turns red with anger. I look to the only man in the room who has swiftly turned around. Thank goodness.
“Get the fuck out,” he snarls. He’s on me in a second, covering my body with his huge frame blocking my nakedness from everyone’s view.
He pushes me backwards into the bathroom and slams the door shut. “What the fuck possessed you to come out completely naked?” His anger vibrates off him as he stalks toward me. I’m sure everyone heard that.
“You said…” He shakes his head like I better shut my mouth as his fingers press to my lips.
“I expected you to at least have a towel or one of the robes on the back of the door.”
“Robes? How many whores do you keep here?” I slam my hand to his chest. “Why did you bother wasting your time with me? I’d just rather go back home. Use one of them as your gift-wrapped package.” Within a flash I find myself pinned against the vanity, ass on the cool surface.
“What part are you missing? You’re not going anywhere.
” His voice is low, steely, filled with a dark promise.
He points to the door and says, “I put those up there this morning after I showered. You did that shit out of petulance.” He cups my pussy, slipping two fingers inside, and instead of being afraid, I’m so turned on.
“This is fucking mine. You don’t go showing it off to everyone. ”
“I was just doing what I was told, so please don’t be mad,” I whimper, clamping down on his digits. He is better than any little vibrator I’ve had, and one orgasm from him and I’m addicted. I need more.
“You’re pussy’s twitching, Angel. You feeling horny again?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I lie as my entire body shakes.
“Don’t lie to me.” He pumps those two fingers in and out of my hole and rubs his thumb over my clit, and I spasm on the vanity.
“Fuck, you’re so ready for another round.
All you have to say is you need to come.
” He drops to his knees and spreads my thighs.
Growling, Luca presses his wicked tongue into my pussy, and I nearly toss my head back into the mirror.
I roll my head forward and run my hands down his back, rubbing his shoulder blades and wishing he was naked with me.
I pull his shirt from his slacks, and he growls.
“Fuck, touch me, beautiful. You’re about to get fucked, but I want you to come on my face.
” He leans back into my pussy and swirls his tongue around my clit, and I lose control.
“Fuck. I’m coming.”
He looks up and pumps his fingers into my hole while grunting. “Give me that pussy juice.” I can’t resist him. My hips flex forward, and I slide my fingers into his hair, holding onto it for dear life.
“Yes, yes, yes. Oh, God.”
“Fuck. I’m not God. I’m the devil. I’m going to hell for the things I’ll do to you, baby.
” He bites down on my pussy, and I come so hard, shaking on the counter and then he stands, loosening his belt and freeing his cock from his trousers.
Luca’s quick to push his thick cock inside of me.
“Take it. You ever show another man what belongs to me again, and I’ll fucking gut them right in front of your pretty eyes.
I’ll destroy them limb from limb. Do you understand?
” I swear the jealousy in his voice almost feels real.
Maybe it’s possessiveness. I’m his property.
“What the hell were men doing in your bedroom, anyway?” I challenge.
“They were bringing in the clothes. Don’t question what I have my men doing. You’ll learn to keep your mouth shut. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Luca. You evil bastard.”
“Damn right, I am. Now, take your fucking like a good girl. Hold on tight.” Wrapping his hand around my throat, he stares into my eyes.
“You’re mine. This pussy belongs to me and only me, and you’ll remember that.
” The tighter his hand gets around my throat, the more my cunt grips his cock.
I nearly come around him again. He moves to my hair, fisting it into a ponytail.
“Luca,” I moan, brushing my lips against his jaw.
“Fuck, give me that mouth.” We kiss roughly, teeth biting on tongues and lips, and then it happens again. My body quakes, vibrating from my core as I clench around his thick cock.
“That’s a good girl. Come for me.” I do. He pulls out and drops me down onto my knees. “Time to finish in your pretty mouth. Can’t have you trying on panties with my cum staining it. Open up.” I don’t hesitate. I slide his mammoth length into my mouth and nearly choke on the size, so I back off.
“Keep it up, baby. Gag on my dick. Get used to sucking my cock because you’re going to do it often.” I should be turned off, but I’m only getting hotter with his threat to fuck my mouth.
“I’m about to come, so let go.” I do, and he comes all over my tongue and chest. “Fuck that’s hot.
” Staring at me for a minute as I kneel on the bathroom floor covered in his cum, he tucks himself back in his slacks.
“Rinse off. I’ll mark you up later, but I can’t have my cum all over clothes that you might not select.
” Suddenly a possessive feeling sweeps over me.
Yes, some woman may have his release against her body if they try them on.