Chapter 4 #2
My hands flew to my chest, covering myself as heat rushed to my cheeks.
I had a split second to quiver at his frown before he lifted me up over his shoulder.
He carried me across the room, and I heard a drawer sliding open and thudding closed once again.
I clutched at his shirt as the world spun, but before I could get my bearings, he tossed me down on his bed.
All the air whooshed out of my lungs when my back hit the soft mattress, and he took advantage of my disoriented state.
He drew my arms above my head, and something cool and unyielding encircled my wrists.
The metal clicked into place before I had a moment to register what he was doing to me.
In a matter of a few racing heartbeats, I was trapped beneath him.
I twisted my head back so that I could assess what he’d done to me.
Silvery handcuffs glinted around my wrists, the chain connecting them looped around an iron slat on his headboard.
A whimper eased up my throat, and I jerked against the restraints.
Bruising pain flared beneath the surface of my skin, and terror spiked through my heart.
Luca grasped my jaw, his big hand cradling my face so that I was forced to look up into his deceptively lovely eyes. Thick, dark lashes framed their ochre depths, and their incongruous beauty turned my stomach.
“Don’t fight me, Elenora.” He stroked my hair back from my cheek almost tenderly, like he was soothing a spooked animal. “This will be easier for both of us if you don’t struggle.”
“Let me go!” I twisted violently against the restraints, and the cuffs bit into my skin. Fear was a copper tang at the back of my tongue, and panic clawed at my brain.
His weight settled over me, pinning me even more deeply into the mattress. My primal shriek morphed into a shocked cry when his hand cracked against my breast, lighting up my sensitive flesh with a flash of stinging heat.
“Don’t fight me,” he repeated, punctuating the calm command with a twin slap to my other breast.
I stopped pulling against the cuffs. Continuing to struggle would only earn me more pain.
“Good girl,” he praised, brushing his thumbs over my tight nipples.
Sparks danced beneath his touch, lighting up my body in ways I’d never known before. I bit my lip against a shocked gasp as my clit tingled in response.
“Stop,” I begged, burning with humiliation and something hotter that I didn’t want to acknowledge.
He lowered his face to my chest. “No.” His refusal was a rush of heat over my nipple just before he drew the peak into his mouth.
I barely suppressed a soft moan as his tongue flicked the tight bud, teasing and licking. His teeth lightly scraped me, sending a zinging line of pleasure straight to my sex. Something pulsed at my core, and my clit throbbed in time with the beat of my heart. My breathing stuttered.
“So sensitive,” he murmured, his voice rich with satisfaction. “My pretty bride.”
He turned his attention to my other breast, his fingers toying with the first as he repeated the decadent torment with his mouth.
“You’re a monster,” I whispered, my eyes stinging even as my body sang for him.
“No, I’m your husband.” He speared me with his dark stare, his handsome features twisted into something fierce and possessive.
“You’re my wife. From now on, you’ll share my bed.
In every way. And you will love every second of it.
I won’t allow any shyness or modesty to come between us. You’re mine, Elenora.”
I wanted to rail at him that shyness and modesty had nothing to do with it; what he was doing to me was a barbaric violation. He was turning my own body against me, forcing me to feel pleasure when I should feel nothing but revulsion.
I swallowed down the accusations, recognizing the uncompromising glint in his eyes. Arguing with him would get me nowhere. He would only strip away even more of my dignity if I continued to defy him.
I thought of the low, masculine hum he’d made when I’d kissed him back. It’d been an involuntary sound of pleasure, and for just a moment, I’d felt strangely powerful.
I took a breath and gathered my courage.
If he intended to make me come undone, I would do the same to him.
I wouldn’t allow him to hold all the power in this twisted relationship.
He was right: he was my husband, and I couldn’t change that now.
We would share this bed. I could let the awful reality of it break me, or I could learn how to make him weak too.
Something must’ve shifted in my expression, because Luca nodded in approval and pressed a kiss to my sternum.
He traced the line of it with his tongue before moving lower, drawing a hot trail down my stomach.
My lower lips tingled as he neared my underwear, and wet heat slicked my inner thighs.
I pressed them together as though I could hide the embarrassing sign of arousal, but that only stimulated my sensitized sex.
His white teeth caught the band at the top of my panties, and I stopped breathing as he tugged them down my mound.
He kept his eyes on mine, pinning me with his gaze while he slowly peeled away my underwear, baring me to him completely.
When he’d stripped me down to my thighs, he gripped the white panties in his fists and jerked them down my legs.
To my shock, he shoved them into his pocket rather than tossing them aside, as though he was keeping a perverted trophy.
He loomed over me, fully clothed while I was totally naked and bound beneath him—like a virgin sacrifice to a jealous god. He stroked his hand down my side, caressing the curve of my body. Rough callouses lightly scraped my skin, making my nerves jump and dance for him.
“So beautiful,” he rumbled, his fingertips trailing between my thighs to swirl in the slick arousal that painted them. “And so wet for me. Let’s find out how good you taste, kitten.”
I flushed all the way down my chest. Surely, he wouldn’t…
I couldn’t hold back a soft cry when he pressed a firm kiss to my clit.
He licked the line of my slit, and his low groan vibrated into my core.
Through the wash of pleasure, that small sense of power pulsed in my chest once again.
He liked the way I tasted. He liked kissing my sex, even though I never would’ve imagined that powerful, arrogant Luca would ever pleasure a woman this way.
Even in my most secret fantasies in the years I’d harbored a crush on him, I’d never envisioned him as the type of man to enjoy this particularly hedonistic act.
I’d always thought there would be something slightly subservient about a man going down on me, but there was no trace of submission in Luca’s glinting eyes.
He wanted to do this to me, and he would take every ounce of pleasure that he could wring from me.
I was no longer confident that I held any power over him at all.
The heat in his gaze and the hungry strokes of his tongue told me that he was finding pleasure in my body, but I had no control over that.
His thick fingers clamped my thighs, spreading me wide so that he could feast on me in the way he wanted.
I tugged against the cuffs, an involuntary reaction; for an insane moment, I wanted to twine my fingers in his short sable hair and pull him closer.
He growled and nipped at my inner thigh in reprimand for my struggles. I stilled on a gasp, quivering in his bite.
Pleased at my surrender, he licked the imprint his teeth had left in my skin, and sparks danced along my clit in response.
His dark stubble rasped over my thighs, a tingling burn that warmed my heated core.
He licked at the fresh wash of arousal on my sex, groaning his satisfaction at my responsiveness.
His attention returned to my clit, teasing and tormenting me with his mouth as he slid one finger into my tight channel.
I gripped him hard, my inner muscles drawing him in deeper.
I’d never been penetrated before—not even by my own fingers—and there was a slight burn that accompanied the ripples of pleasure.
He found a secret spot at the front of my inner walls and crooked his fingertip against it. Bliss burst through my sex, rolling up from my core to flood my entire being. His low, satisfied chuckle rumbled over my clit, and I cried out, arching into him.
I no longer worried about the power he held over me.
I no longer feared his touch. All I could do was brace for the waves of pleasure that crashed through me as he caressed that spot inside me and tongued my clit.
He eased a second finger into my sex, and there was no pain at the stretch to accommodate him this time; I was too swept up in ecstasy to feel any discomfort.
He continued to stroke me through the orgasm until my thighs shook and my breaths came in gasps. I’d never experienced a release so intense, and the shock of it blanked my mind for a few blissful minutes.
While I languished in residual pleasure, he carefully withdrew from me and stood.
I stared up at him as he quickly stripped off his clothes, revealing his powerful body that I’d secretly wished to see so many times.
Muscles rippled as he moved, corded arms flexing and abs tightening.
His chest might’ve been carved by a master sculptor.
He was even more breathtaking than I’d imagined.
He grabbed something from the nightstand drawer and turned to face me.
My lips were parted on shallow, panting breaths as I simply stared.
I’d never seen a man’s cock before. Luca’s was thick and long, surely too big to fit inside me.
He fisted the hard length and sheathed himself in a condom.
I licked my lips, watching him with growing apprehension.
He would try to thrust into me, and it would hurt.