Chapter 53 Ivy
IVY
Hours later, we’re finally back at my house.
“Every muscle in my body is aching.” I turn my head, stretching as my hand grips my neck.
He reaches over, his fingers replacing mine as he massages, moving down to my shoulders. The pressure is perfect until it’s not and a piercing pain shoots through my muscle as I flinch.
Luca says, “Get some clothes and meet me at my house.”
“Um. Okay,” I mumble to the empty vehicle because he’s already gone.
As usual at this time of night, my house is dark and quiet. I shower then get dressed and report for the next phase of my sentence.
As soon as he opens the front door, he says, “I didn’t tell you to shower. I said get clothes and come here.”
“You should’ve been more specific, boss,” I quip. His stance is rigid before I follow him to his room. He likes me challenging him as much as I like to piss him off.
After I step through the doorway, he demands, “Take off your shirt.”
Maybe he’s decided to take what he wants after all. I do as he says and remove my T-shirt, standing there in my bra and shorts.
He leans forward, his mouth next to my ear. “You’re wearing mine so I can get that repulsive image out of my mind.” He methodically pulls his T-shirt over my head then clings to the fabric as he pulls me to him. “I don’t ever want to see you wear another man’s clothes. Only mine.”
“You keep forgetting that there’s an expiration on how long I have to follow your demands.”
Luca’s grip tightens as he says, “There will be consequences if you do.”
“Again, limited time of control. If I want to wear his jersey again, I will. And I don’t care what you think about it.”
He releases me then slips his hand under the T-shirt as he grazes his knuckles up my stomach. “You can’t even convince yourself of your lies anymore.”
Abruptly, he removes his touch and walks away. “I’m going to shower. You’d better be here when I get out.”
“Aye aye, Captain.” I drop down on the bed. The damn room has the same intoxicating scent that lingers around him. Damn it. How am I going to be here all night and not choke him?
Since he’s not around, I take the opportunity to browse.
After walking around for a few minutes, I end up back on the bed where a sketchbook catches my attention.
The artwork gets more remarkable as I flip through.
My breath catches and I stop. Because I’m looking at a drawing of me.
I almost don’t believe he did it because it’s immaculate.
I rub across his initials at the bottom right of the page.
I flip through a few more pages and find a few more illustrations of me. I don’t hear him come out of the bathroom until he’s next to me. “Put it down.”
I drop the sketchbook on the nightstand as I turn around. He’s in a towel, his hair damp. “Don’t snoop.”
“You drew those?” All of them were amazing, but the ones of me are all I can think about.
“Yes.”
“They’re incredible. You’re very talented.”
“You say that like you’re shocked.” His voice is flat as he disappears into the closet then returns wearing pants but no shirt. That’s when I see the full extent of the damage from the fight.
I walk over to him, and when I place my hand on his abs, his muscles tense under my touch. I don’t feel sorry for him. He signed up for a beating, but it doesn’t stop me from examining the damage. “You are talented.”
His teeth clench as he states, “It’s a hobby.”
“I should have a hobby,” I blurt out, my fingers still exploring his skin. “Once upon a time, I had lots of hobbies. Then I quit everything. Nothing mattered anymore. Still doesn’t. I never took you as the artistic type.”
“My mom was an artist.” His voice strains as I drag my fingertips over his rib cage.
I reach down, brushing my hand over of his battered knuckles. “Why don’t you show anyone, share that side of you instead of just being a brute?”
He slowly entwines our fingers. “Because I don’t share what’s mine.”
He’ll never give in. But I will.
My other hand moves down, my finger running along the top of his waistband. “Yes, you’re possessive for sure.”
He grabs both of my wrists, keeping them in place. “Don’t tease. At some point, I won’t hold back.”
“Hold back from doing what?” I ask. “I didn’t figure Luca Montclair practiced any restraint.”
There’s an unyielding intensity in him as he demands, “Admit what you want me to do to you right now.”
“Touch me,” I confess.
“And?”
I pull my wrists out of his grip. “You’re really going to make me beg, aren’t you?”
He moves behind me as he mutters, “Your eyes are already begging me to fuck you. I just want to hear you say the words.”
I go to say it, but his hand slips into my shorts, rubbing over the material of my panties. Just enough for me to feel him and want more. My head falls back on his shoulder, “Okay. You win. Fuck me.”
When he appears back in front of me, there’s a triumphant look masking his face as he guides me to lie down on his bed. “We’ll get there soon.”
He pulls down my shorts, my panties following before he’s hovering over me. His hand moves between my thighs as his finger slides inside me. His mouth is on mine as he kisses me harshly. “Soaking fucking wet for me.”
He withdraws his fingers as he kisses down my neck before reaching for the hem of the T-shirt, lifting it to expose my chest. He takes my nipple in his mouth, sucking firmly. My craving for more of him grows with each touch. And I already want him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone else.
Then he goes lower, pushing my legs apart, exposing me to him.
Damn. I’m about to come just from his penetrating stare on me as he drops to his knees next to the bed.
His face is between my thighs in the blink of an eye, and his tongue flicks over my clit at the same time he slides his fingers back inside me, pumping in and out.
His mouth consumes me, sucking and licking as I grip his hair, lifting my hips to him.
I don’t want it to end, but I can’t resist any longer. He sends me over the edge, and I relish the orgasm spreading through my core and throughout every inch of my body.
His lips graze up my stomach as he moves back over me. I push his pants down as he kicks them off while I position him at my entrance.
“Slow down, Ivy.” He pulls my hand off him and pins it to the mattress next to my head as his mouth drops to my collarbone. “There’re parts of you I haven’t tasted yet.”
The tip of his dick rubs against me as I say, “You’re enjoying this too much.”
“I’m not the only one.” He hooks my leg over his hip, the head of his cock barely entering me before he pulls away. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
Clinging to him, I rotate my hips, but he moves back.
“No teasing allowed, remember?” I tell him.
He lingers over me, his voice gruff as he watches me. “There’s no going back once we do this.”
“Yeah, that’s how sex works,” I state.
His mouth drops to mine, kissing me as he utters, “I already can’t go back.” Then he pushes inside me. Fuck, he’s massive. I inhale and try to catch my breath as he pulls back before stroking inside me again. I stretch around him, the sensation not painful just different than I’ve ever experienced.
His words are strained as he thrusts again. “You were made for me. I was made for you.”
He’s holding back, I know he is. I can feel the restraint in his jerky movements. I want to be consumed by him. Only him. I don’t want to think about anything except how he’s making me feel, which is fucking magnificent.
“Don’t hold back. Harder,” I tell him.
He lets out a frustrated groan as he plunges into me.
I worry he’s stopping as he pulls completely out of me.
He flips me over on my stomach as he moves back on me.
His weight is on me for a few seconds as I sink into the mattress.
His arm moves around me, sliding under me as his hand grips around my throat.
His teeth bite at my shoulder with enough force to feel good as he plunges harder and harder inside of me.
“Yes,” I call out between thrusts, his hand tightens around my neck as his other moves between my thighs, rubbing out another orgasm as I moan his name into the bed. He pulls out long enough to flip me onto my back and rams into me again.
“Look at me,” he demands, and I’d listen even if I didn’t have to since I didn’t realize I’d closed my eyes. He leans down, kissing me as he pounds against me. His relentless command possessing every inch of me. He’s everywhere. Over me, on me, inside me. Possessing and owning my entire body.
“All. Fucking. Mine.” He thrusts harder with each word until he goes still and spills inside me.