Chapter 26
Lara. My gorgeous vixen. She was impossible to look away from.
Seeing her so thoroughly used made my breath come quick.
Jonah crawled off the bed and kneaded the back of his neck.
Watching Lara choke on him made me dizzy.
The two of them together were silk knots around my lungs. Stealing my breath with beauty.
"You going to fuck her?" I jerked my head to the bulge in his pants.
"No." Jonah winced at Lara. "I want it to be perfect. The first time I'm inside you."
A jolt of electricity fused my spine as I imagined him saying that to me. He'd split Lara open. What could he do to me?
"I'll hold your hand, big guy, give you all the encouragement a boy needs." I winked.
Lara chuckled as Jonah swore, rocking on his feet like he didn't know what to do. His gaze flicked to my closed door. Beck was long gone. This chameleon, who loved my girl, and had her love in return. He hadn't even undressed. He couldn't love her that much.
"Jonah, I'm ready whenever you are. No pressure about perfection from me." Lara rolled up and gave him a tentative smile.
I was all sharp edges after the funeral and the wake.
Oblivion called with tantalizing strength.
My insides were a jumbled mess, much like my life.
Everything I thought I knew about my life was a lie.
My dad never intended to let me inherit the Donato territory.
I felt like the little piggy with its house blown down around its ears.
Life was the big, bad wolf, with unrelenting teeth.
Alcohol tamed the heavy, swirling thoughts.
I rode the not-quite drunk haze until the pounding in my head subsided to a throb.
Sinking into Lara's sweet pussy would make me feel better.
"Stay and watch, Jonah. And my dad just died, so you should do what I want."
"You were the one who killed him." Jonah scoffed, but he sank into the armchair in the corner.
He unbuttoned his shirt and scratched his barrel chest.
"Semantics." I licked my lips. "Now, where were we?"
"You were going to fuck me?" Lara perked up, her tone hopeful.
I pursed my lips and tilted my head, reaching out to lift her arm. I pinched the flesh softly and made a noise.
"I don't know. What do you think, Jonah?"
Lara's eyebrows jammed together, and I enjoyed her disgruntled puff of air. Lara liked to role-play, and I wanted to be anyone but myself. In my childhood bedroom, I spent so many lonely nights wrapped around the teddy bear on the shelf.
A gift from my nanny, the one who stayed the longest. By the time she got here, I'd already learned the ability to curl into a protective shield.
How to tuck away all the loud, messy parts of myself Papa despised.
He broke me long before I became an adult.
I clamped my tongue between my teeth and breathed past the fierce sting at the back of my eyes.
My papa was dead, and good riddance.
"Ray?" Lara prompted as I let go of her arm and prowled around her on the bed.
"The king sent this woman as a gift to celebrate my new title of Lord Donato. She is a fine lady, isn't she?"
Jonah's face scrunched together, not understanding where this was going at all. I swallowed a chuckle as Lara's face lit up. She understood, I breathed out, and my lungs tingled with anticipation. She clasped her hands in her lap and stared up at me with plaintive, wide eyes.
"My lord, y-you can do whatever you like to me."
I tapped my finger to my lip, more to smother the giddy smile that spread across my face.
"Stand up and circle, my lady."
Lara scrambled off the bed, winking in Jonah's direction, who was still staring at us in utter confusion. Lara shimmied out of her dress, her black bra, and delicious crotchless panties.
"You look sweet, but how many other men have had you, my lady?" I asked her in a lofty voice.
She squeezed her breasts together and turned in a slow circle. Lara had the uncanny ability to slip into any role and make it look real. Her lashes dusted her pink cheeks, and her lips trembled in a tentative curl.
"I am untouched, my lord."
"Lie over the bed and spread your cheeks for me," I ordered.
My stomach flipped as she folded herself, stomach down, and arched her ass in the air. Her fingers dug into her soft flesh, and she bared her pussy. My cock throbbed as I crouched in front of her, clicking my tongue.
"You're not a lady, but a whore." I bit the curve of her smooth ass.
Lara let out a moan.
"I'm not lying, my lord, I promise."
"Explain the cum dripping down this pussy, my whore?"
"That's nothing, it's—" Lara argued, cutting off as I leaned forward to lick between her folds.
Her taste was even better than I remembered, and Beck's cum only highlighted how sweet she was. I ran my tongue down the length of her slit, only stopping when her thighs shivered, and her moans turned strangled.
"Fuck." Jonah groaned out from behind me.
I thrust my tongue deep into Lara's channel until my face was covered in mingled juices. Just how I liked it.
"You come to me with another man's release painting these pretty thighs?" I flipped Lara over and arched a dark eyebrow.
Her lips parted, and her glazed gaze traveled down my body.
"I'm sorry, my lord." Her lip trembled, and she even conjured a single glistening tear. "I'm just so hungry for cock."
"You deserve to be punished, don't you think?"
"Yes, my lord." Lara widened her legs.
I slipped into the inviting space and fisted my cock. It would feel better in the silky clutch of her pussy, but the sight of her was enough to send my blood hot. I rubbed the flushed head between her folds. What a perfect tease.
"What should I do with you?" I panted.
Lust dripped off Lara like rich velvet. Had I ever had fun with someone like this before? She plucked her hard nipples and batted her lashes. Coquettish and chagrined.
A minx, by definition.
"Fuck me, my lord. Hard and fast."
A groan hummed in my throat, and I sank the tip of my cock into her heat. Her lashes kissed her cheeks, and she lifted her legs to stroke my ass. Coaxing me without words to sink into her, inch by inch.
I loved this woman.
The realization hit me as my hips met her body. Her legs tightened as I froze, and she licked her bottom lip. A flicker of impatience or uncertainty lurked in her lash-covered gaze. I couldn't move, not with my heart squeezing so painfully in my chest.
I loved Lara.
"Volpe mia." I whispered, leaning down to brush my lips against hers.
She'd snuck in like the nickname I gave her and stole an organ I wasn't sure existed.
"My lord?" Her luscious lips tipped, and my heart gave a terrible thump.
I dragged my hips back, focused on how tight she was.
I wanted to tell her my revelation, but the words tangled around my vocal cords and stalled them.
Don't be a fucking idiot, Ray, this is sex, not love.
There was no denying the pleasure that flooded me, not just of the feel of her wrapped around me, but how she saw past all my defenses into my true self.
For the first time since everything went down with my family, I felt tethered to something real, something stable.
I hiked up Lara's hips and urged her to hold me tighter. She moaned as I sank deep again. This time, I angled my piercing so it hit the roof of her channel. Her eyes rolled back, and I fought the smug urge that tugged at the edges of my mouth.
"Look at you, bella, taking me so well."
"This pussy was made for you," Lara gasped as I fucked her deep. "Lord Donato."
"Ray, just Ray."
Your Ray.
I swallowed the thought, but Lara was lost in the feel of us together. Coherent thought fled me as I sank into her body, deep enough to leave my mark. Our breaths became frantic, and I leaned down to kiss her. I wanted her to feel me everywhere.
My balls tingled as I chased my release. Lara dug her nails into my arms, and I relished the sting it left.
"Yes, fuck, right there," Lara tossed her head back and her nails left another red line.
She was the missing piece I'd been waiting all my life for.
Her body bended to my will, and I wanted to keep her there.
Buried so deep, we became one. I thrust with desperation, with hunger.
What Lara awoke in me was dangerous, and I chased it like a high-speed race.
Adrenaline roared through my veins as she arched her back and screamed at the ceiling.
Her pussy tightened like a vise around my cock, and I buried myself to the hilt as I came. It was sudden, violent, and my gasp echoed in my ears as I collapsed on top of her. My cock pulsed inside her. It was undeniably primal, marking her this way.
I kissed the salt on her skin across her collarbone.
"Ti amo," I whispered, orgasm addled.
Lara's gaze flared, and Jonah let out a sharp exhale. Fuck. Did they know what that meant?
"Ti amo your pussy." I cleared my throat and pulled out of her with a wince.
Good job, dickhead. Real smooth.
"What was that, the lord, lady, shit?" Jonah rushed to fill the awkward silence.
I ducked into the bathroom and grabbed a towel for Lara. She took it from me, ignoring the noise I made. Another reason I knew this was love. I never cared how someone felt after we fucked before. Content to lie in the fading afterglow.
"Ray and I enjoy a little role play, don't we?"
I winked, ignoring the pang in my stomach.
"You were very good at medieval lady. I'm impressed."
Lara scoffed as she crawled onto the bed and shimmied under the covers. She flattened a yawn with a fist. "I have this friend, Connall. He took me to a Renaissance festival once. Maybe we could try the princess and her faithful guard next time?"
"Connall? This better not be another brother-boyfriend, Lara. We discussed this." I crawled closer, eager to have her in my arms again.
Despite my ill-timed confession, the glow of the moment lengthened. I should go downstairs and make my presence known. But nothing mattered but the woman next to me.
"Stop trying to make brother-boyfriend happen. It's not a thing and will never be a thing." Jonah clicked his tongue, rolling out of the chair.
He looked at us in the bed and grimaced, his giant hand finding the back of his neck again.
"Get in, Jonah. I want kisses and cuddles." Lara flipped open the covers on her side.
Her gaze dripped with sated pleasure, and I yanked her against me, wanting some of her languor for myself. My cock stirred at the silky-smooth press of her skin.
"That might be weird—" Jonah argued, taking a step toward the bed.
"Just get in, big guy. I promise I won't touch you unless you ask for it."
Jonah's gulp was loud, but he reached for his top button and undressed. I bit my tongue and didn't say good boy, like I wanted.