Chapter 6 #2
It’s cute and flattering how much she wants me.
Her hands are on my hips, helping me remove my pants and boxers in a matter of seconds.
“Are we … okay?” she asks, pausing before taking things any farther.
“That depends. Do you plan on going behind my back again?” There’s more harshness than intended in my question, but she smiles all the same.
“No. Promise me you’ll tell me if we’re in danger, though.”
If I told her every time there was a threat made on our lives, she’d never want to leave the house. I sigh again.
“Luca.”
“Fine,” I say, and hope that it doesn’t come to pass, that, with Massimo dead, the threats to my family are gone.
There’s a fire behind her gaze, and I silence her concerns with a kiss, my mouth crushing hers, our bodies dueling for control.
I pin her beneath me, her hands pressed against the mattress at her sides by her head. My hips grind against hers as she moans.
“You have too many clothes on,” I mutter in a frenzied state, the shirt tangled between us, feeling like too much.
I help guide it up and over her body, baring her to me. “Beautiful,” I whisper against her ear, my lips teasing the skin as her back arches off the mattress.
Her fingernails drag over my skin, along my back, pulling me closer, marking me. The slight singe of pain feels good against the cool air on my back.
Heat floods between us, like molten lava, as I drag one leg up around my hip, teasing her with my cock at her entrance.
Harper arches off the mattress, her lips fusing with mine, and I’m craving exactly what I need: her.
One hand untangles from her wrist, needing to feel with certainty that she’s ready for me. My fingers deftly spread her folds and feel wetness seeping out of her.
A smile encompasses my face as I stare down at her, amused. “How long have you been turned on, sweetheart?”
She momentarily holds her breath and then expels it.
Was she perhaps worried I was going to call her princess again? Maybe I should. I like stoking the fire inside of her, watching her fight me, because deep down, I know that she cares.
She wouldn’t fight me if she didn’t love me.
“Some secrets are best left kept,” she whispers and her nose crinkles. The smile plays on her face, and I catch her lips, needing a taste, hungry entirely for her.
She’s mine, and I’m hers.
Yet it never feels like enough.
My gaze tightens, and I grip her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, my other hand embracing my cock, teasing her folds and her clit.
Her lips part, head bent back, eyes glazed over.
“Eyes on me, baby,” I rasp, and she struggles to open those glorious dark eyes as she bites down on her bottom lip.
It’s sexy as hell, and I cover her mouth with mine, pushing my tongue inside.
Harper whimpers as my cock glides across her folds, teasing her, but I don’t inch inside of her yet.
I like listening to her, needy and desperate.
It’s a fucking turn on that riles me up, knowing she wants me.
“Oh God,” she moans and wraps her legs around me, trying to gain leverage as I keep her pinned against the mattress.
“That’s not my name, princess.”
She growls up at me, but there’s a playfulness to her anger, which only makes me happier.
The smile grows on my face, and her narrowed gaze is sharp, like daggers, but it doesn’t stop me from teasing her.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” Harper mutters as she grinds her hips upward against mine.
She’s trying everything she can to fuck me, but I’m dragging the moment out, testing her limits, seeing how long she can last, until she begs me to please her.
Harper isn’t the begging type.
But God help me, when she begs, it makes me weak at the knees, and I’d do anything for her.
Absolutely anything.
My lips caress a trail of kisses and warmth across her jaw, to her neck, and the whimper that falls from her mouth is heavenly.
She hums a soft moan, her body fighting against the restraints of my hand on her arms.
If she demanded that I let her go, I would in a heartbeat.
I have her trust, her heart, every ounce of Harper Ricci is mine.
I worship her like the goddess that she is, my mouth licking and sucking the soft, supple skin of her neck as she shifts restlessly beneath my body.
Each movement is like fire, making my cock twitch and my heart leap.
“Keep doing that,” I mumble against her skin as she grinds up against my hips, desperately trying to find more pleasure.
Her head is tipped back, eyes struggling to stay open, and they flutter closed every few seconds. “Fuck, Luca.”
“Not yet, princess.” I chuckle and hear the moan spill from her lips.
“I’m going to fucking end you if you don’t let me come,” she fires at me.
Sweet, vicious torture. The agony is gorgeous, shining across her face. She’s practically glowing. “Is that a threat or a promise?” I smile, releasing my hand on her wrists, unbinding her.
Harper takes the opportunity to forcefully roll me onto my back.
She’s not playing.
And I’m here for it, one hundred percent.
I try not to laugh, but I can’t stop myself from smiling. “I’d fucking tie you to the bed post if we had one.”
Harper grumbles and shoves my hands above my head. She’s hovering over me, not quite touching me, other than the grip on my wrists.
“Remind me to invest in a new bedframe.”
She snorts and then scowls down at me. “Don’t move.”
“Don’t move my hands? Or don’t move my—” I glance down at my cock, which has a mind of its own.
“You know what I mean, princess,” she shoots back at me, and while I should be pissed, I love the fire behind her darkened gaze. It screams she loves me, and fuck if I’m not the luckiest man alive.
“I’ll be whatever you want.” Grinning, I stare up at her. As long as the nickname doesn’t leave the bedroom, there are zero complaints from me.
“Don’t move,” she warns through a threatening tone, “or I’ll walk away.”
That makes my stomach flop and my insides tense.
“What?” I croak.
My heart jackhammers in my chest.
She’ll walk the fuck away from me?
“You heard me.” She tightens her gaze and saunters down my body with her hips swaying, and damn, I’m not sure if I should be angry or turned on by her threat.
“If you leave me, I’ll chase you to the ends of the earth, princess.”
Her lips part and she gives me an odd look, her brow netted with confusion. “I meant out of the room. Relax. Don’t go all caveman on me.” She playfully swats my chest, and I can’t stop my hand from grabbing her wrist.
Harper’s eyes widen. “What did I say about those hands? Above your head, princess. Unless you want me to call in Ashton to hold them down for you?”
I swallow nervously. “Fuck, no. He doesn’t get to see you naked.” I’m not keen on him seeing me naked, either, but there’s zero chance that anyone else gets to devour Harper’s body with their gaze but me.
And I’m not into threesomes with other guys. If Harper wanted to invite Kensley or another girl, then I’d be jumping with joy, but fuck no to the third being a male.
“Then keep your hands on the damn mattress,” she grits between clenched teeth.
It’s actually quite adorable, but I do as she demands. I stick my tongue out at her playfully, and she leans down, capturing my mouth, sucking on my tongue and grinding her hips against me.
Fuck, that’s hot.
My cock throbs against her ministrations, and I want to bury myself deep inside of her.
“You’re killing me,” I rasp, wanting to roll her around, pin her beneath me, and fuck her.
She chuckles down at me, her hand using my precum as lubricant as she strokes my shaft.
My eyes shut, struggling to focus.
Her hand is incredible, and what I wouldn’t give to feel those luscious ruby lips wrapped around my member.
“Tell me what you want,” Harper rasps, her eyes dark and fueled with want as her breath grazes the head.
It takes every bit of strength to speak, the words raspy and thick. “Taste me.”
Her lips descend on my cock and it’s pure heaven. Harper’s tongue does glorious things as she brings her mouth deeper, taking me farther in, her head bobbing up and down, and I swear, if she doesn’t stop soon, I’ll explode.
“Fuck, babe, you keep doing that—”
She pops her mouth off and smirks at me proudly. “You’ll come early?”
I growl at her and snap my teeth, pretending to bite.
Harper giggles and climbs back up my body, her hands finding mine still held above my head. “Your turn to dominate me,” she whispers, and within seconds, I have her flipped on her back.
“Thank God.” I wasn’t sure how much more torture I could take before breaking her rules.
I climb down her body, my lips leaving a trail of kisses and playful nibbles as I move across her skin. Capturing a nipple with my mouth, my tongue teases her flesh as she runs her fingers through my hair.
I descend lower. My lips and breath skate across her stomach, dropping soft butterfly kisses, and she hums softly in the back of her throat, a slight moan, entirely for my ears only.
“I love the sounds you make,” I whisper and stare at her, watching her face flush.
Harper glances away.
“Don’t ever be embarrassed, everything about you is perfect.” I spread her legs farther apart as I settle between them, dragging one thigh up and bending it as I kiss a lazy trail along her bare skin.
She’s restless.
Greedy.
Demanding more.
“Luca.” Her voice is raspy and thick, fueled by need.
It makes my heart soar. I love how she moans my name, and I haven’t even brought her close to the edge yet.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes,” Harper rasps.
“Tell me what you want.” My breath hovers over her center, teasing her pussy lips but not yet touching them.
Harper whimpers, and I watch as she grows restless on the bed. “Kiss me, here.” She brings her hand between her thighs, gently touching her mound, showing me where she wants my lips.
“You want me to taste your pussy?” I rasp, staring at her.
Her mouth parts, and she nods ever so slowly through heavy-lidded eyes.