Chapter 10
Perry
It’s late by the time Luca and I get back to his place.
We had to go to the police station to give our statements and answer all their questions.
Then I insisted Luca go to the hospital to get his wound looked at.
He tried to tell me he could take care of it at home, but I didn’t want to take any chances.
After that, we swung by a taco place to grab dinner before going to my motel to collect my things.
“I’ll leave once I’ve grabbed a change of clothes,” Luca says as we step inside the front door.
“Leave?” I echo.
“I’ll take your stuff to our—your—room,” he corrects.
“You don’t have to leave,” I protest.
He shakes his head. “I’ll still be close by in case anyone else comes looking for you. You’ll be safe here.”
“I know. That’s not why I’m saying you don’t have to leave.”
“But last night—”
“Last night,” I cut him off, “I was freaked out. But I looked through everything, and I’m not scared of you anymore. Your methods might have been extreme, but I kind of think all of it was… sweet,” I finish.
“What?”
I look up into his handsome face. He looks like he’s holding his breath. His eyes are half filled with hope and nerves, like he’s worried he’s dreaming all of this right now.
I laugh. “I think that maybe your crazy matches mine.”
“Perry, are you sure? I can’t take you rejecting me again,” he rasps.
“I’m sure.”
“I’ve tracked you,” he blurts, confessing all his sins. “I followed you back to that shitty motel every night. I spent most nights sleeping outside in my Jeep because I didn’t want to come back here alone.”
“I felt you. I could feel someone watching me,” I admit.
He swallows hard. “I have a tracker on your car. I knew something was wrong that first day we met, when I fixed your tire.”
“I’m glad it was you who helped me.”
He grows more confident, more hopeful, the less I react. “I stalked you online. I found every photo of you I could.”
I shrug. “There weren’t many.”
He shakes his head. “No. I both loved and hated that.”
“Why?”
“Because I needed more of you, but at the same time, I didn’t want anyone else looking at you.”
I snort, shaking my head at his logic.
“I’ve fucked my hand every day for the last eight months thinking about you.”
“Yeah? How was I in your fantasies?”
“A fucking dream.”
“Want to see what it’s like in real life?” I ask huskily, my body burning alive at the look in his eyes.
This man is insane, possessive, obsessive, and so far gone for me.
Thank God for that because I’m just as lost for him.
With every confession, every admission to what he’d been doing, the lengths he’d gone to just to get closer to me, my core clenched and my panties grew damp.
Now, as he closes the distance between us, I’m worried I might come before he even touches me.
Luca’s big body presses mine against the front door, and I suck in a sharp breath when his cock digs into my stomach. His heated eyes are locked onto my face. At that moment, I feel like prey being stalked by an alpha predator.
And I love it.
I love how he makes me feel so small and dainty. I’ve always been on the chubby side, something my parents always commented on, telling me that no man would ever want me. I used to believe them. Not anymore. Not after meeting Luca.
His body heat sears my skin as he presses against me, and I shiver in his hold.
“Pumpkin, are you sure? I can stop now, but once we start, I’m not stopping until you’re screaming my name and I’m covered in your pussy juices.”
“Oh, God,” I wheeze, staring up at him.
He’s my every fantasy come to life, and I know that he’s it for me. He’s my soulmate, my other half.
And I’m his.
“I’m sure. I want this. I want you,” I tell him.
A second later, I’m lifted off my feet. My back hits the front door, and I gasp, clinging to Luca as he guides my legs around his waist and grinds against me.
My hands land on his shoulders, and he winces as I press against the bandages over his wound.
“Put me down!” I shout. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not,” he whispers, his chest pressing against mine.
“Luca, you were sh—”
He cuts me off, slamming his lips down on mine.
My eyes flutter closed, and I give myself over to him, my mind blank as I kiss him back. All I can think about is how good he feels against me, how perfectly his lips mold to mine, how right we feel together.
Luca’s hips rock against me, the thick length of his cock dragging back and forth against my center. I try to rock against him, but he has me pinned against the door. All I can do is stay where he wants me and let him use me any way he wants to.
My core clenches as he rocks and grinds against me. His hands are like a brand where he holds my ass, keeping me pinned in place. He can’t seem to resist squeezing the soft flesh in his hands after every few thrusts.
“Please,” I beg against his mouth.
A second later, he turns, carrying me in his arms down the hallway and into the bedroom.
Our bedroom, I think as we cross to the bed.
Luca lays me down, spreading me out in the middle of the bed. He steps back, staring down at me, his green eyes so dark that they almost look black.
Without saying a word, he grabs the hem of his ruined shirt and tugs it up and over his head.
I see him wince as he moves his shoulder, and it’s on the tip of my tongue to offer to wait, to do other things until he’s healed.
Then I see the look in his eyes, the need, and I know that there’s no stopping him from taking me.
The shirt drops from his fingers onto the ground, and my eyes trail over the hard lines of his body.
The white bandage stands out against his tan skin.
His eight-pack abs have me licking my lips.
I follow the trail of hair up his stomach to his chest. Scars are scattered all over his torso.
Round marks that I know must have been from when he was shot.
Small and big lines that I’m guessing are from knives.
He looks like a warrior who has returned from battle to claim his woman.
I squirm on the bed, pushing up into a sitting position so I can strip my shirt over my head. I toss it over the side of the bed and then turn back to Luca.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Luca rasps.
I blush, staring down at my stomach and the faint stretch marks. I used to hate them, used to hate my stomach rolls, but now I see myself through his eyes.
I believe him. I believe that he thinks I’m perfect, that I’m gorgeous. This man loves every inch of me.
“Take off the rest,” he orders.
I reach behind my back, unsnapping my bra and letting it slowly slip down my arms.
Luca’s hands clench into fists at his sides, and I know that he’s dying to reach for me. His green eyes flash in the low light as I lie back and push my panties and yoga pants down my legs, kicking them the rest of the way off and leaving me bare before him.
“Your turn,” I whisper.
Luca strips off the rest of his clothes in record time. His cock springs free from his boxers, and I gasp when I see it. It’s huge, the tip an angry red. Veins stand out, snaking down the length, and I swallow as I stare at it.
“I—I.” I gulp.
Luca chuckles. “It’ll be fine.”
“I’m a virgin!” I blurt.
“You waited for me. Good girl,” he praises. “I waited for you too, Pumpkin.”
Wait… he’s a virgin too?
Before I can ask, he moves toward me. His dark brown hair falls over his forehead as he crawls onto the bed between my legs. He prowls closer, and I spread my thighs to make room for him. He braces most of his weight on his good arm as he leans down to kiss me.
His lips are soft but firm as they move against mine. His tongue traces the seam of my mouth, coaxing me to open for him. As soon as I do, his tongue slips inside, teasing mine into an erotic dance. He tastes like mint and something that’s all Luca.
I wrap my hands around his neck and rub my breasts through his chest hair, moaning as all my nerve endings light up like Christmas morning.
“Fuck,” Luca spits out, breaking the kiss and immediately moving to lick down my neck.
His tongue traces over my collarbone, and he nips my skin. I jerk against the mattress, my hands falling from his shoulders to fist the sheets as he licks lower.
When his hands palm my breasts, I cry out, arching into his hold.
“So fucking responsive,” he growls, kissing the swell of my boob. “I love it.”
“Don’t stop,” I pant.
He chuckles darkly. “Never.”
His lips wrap around one stiff nipple. He sucks the little pebble into the wet heat of his mouth. His tongue rolls over the sensitive bundle, and I claw at the sheets as his mouth works me over.
Luca switches to the other breast, giving it the same careful attention. He’s so thorough. Not an inch of me is left untouched, unlicked, unkissed.
He kisses lower, over the curve of my stomach. His shoulders wedge between my thighs, and he grabs my ankles, arranging my legs over his shoulders.
“Your bandage!” I gasp.
“Nothing’s going to stop me from tasting your pretty pussy,” he rasps.
“Luca—”
Before I can get another word out, he leans forward and buries his face between my legs. His tongue parts my folds and licks up my center. He circles my clit, making tighter and tighter circles until, finally, he presses down on the little pearl.
“FUCK!” I scream, my hips bucking against his mouth as my orgasm tears through me.
“Good girl. Now, give me another,” Luca orders.
His mouth covers my pussy and his tongue starts up a rhythm, circling my clit, then licking down to tease my snug opening. I’m still sensitive after my release, and it doesn’t take long before I’m right on the edge again.
When Luca works one thick finger inside me, I see stars. I combust, my legs flailing and clamping around his head as I come.
“Luca! Oh, oh, fuck!” I sob.
Luca growls, his lips suctioning around my clit.
He doesn’t give me a break, not an ounce of respite.
His finger works into me, first to the knuckle, then all the way.
He finger-fucks me as his lips tease my clit.
One orgasm bleeds into the next, and by the time he finally presses one last kiss to my clit, I’m wrung out.
I’m a puddle on the bed as he climbs back up my body and smirks down at me.
“That was three,” he tells me.
“Huh?” I croak.
“That was three orgasms. We’re going for five.”
My eyes widen. “Five?”
“At least,” he promises as his cock lines up with my opening.
He pauses, and I look up at him questioningly.
“I can’t stand the thought of hurting you,” he admits.
I smile. “You won’t.”
He nods, then his lips land on mine. I kiss him back, trying to reassure him as he starts to push inside me. The pressure hurts at first, and I wiggle, adjusting to the way he’s stretching me.
Luca pauses when he hits my virginity.
I look up at him, taking a shaky breath. “I’m yours, Luca. Claim me.”
His eyes spark, and his mouth lands on mine in a fierce kiss as his hips slam forward, popping my cherry. I gasp as he bottoms out inside me, clinging to him as we adjust to the new sensations.
“Fucking hell,” Luca snarls, his eyes filled with concern. “Are you okay?”
I smile. “I’m perfect.”
“Fuck yeah, you are,” he growls.
This time, I kiss Luca first. I pour all my love for him into the embrace.
Luca starts to move, his pace slow and steady at first as we learn the rhythm. My hips lift, moving against his. The pain has long since faded, and now there’s only pleasure as Luca’s cock thrusts in and out of me.
“Luca, God, it feels so good,” I moan.
“I know, Pumpkin. Trust me, I know. You feel like fucking heaven.”
“Better than you imagined?” I purr.
He smirks. “So much better. Better than I could ever have fucking imagined. Everything with you is better.”
His pace picks up, and I hook my legs around his waist as he pounds into me. I’m close to coming again, and when he angles his hips, the base of his cock rubs against my clit, and I go off.
“Luca,” I sob as I splinter into a million pieces.
“Four,” he grits out.
He pounds into me, his pace relentless. He’s a beast, a freaking machine. With every stroke, he hits a place deep inside me that has me tightening around him. My body coils, and when Luca lowers his head to wrap his lips around one stiff nipple, I fall into the abyss again.
“Five!” Luca roars as he comes with me.
His hips never stop moving. They slam against mine, drawing out our orgasms.
“Fuck,” he grunts.
I smile, my body slumping against the mattress.
Luca pulls out of me slowly, gently. He collapses onto his side next to me.
I grin when he instantly reaches for me, dragging my body flush against his. “That was—”
“Perry, I love you.”
“I—”
“I love you,” he repeats.
I take a shaky breath. “I love you too.”
He stares at me. I can’t read his expression. He cups my face and presses his forehead against mine.
“Again. Say it again,” he orders.
“I love you, Luca. So much.”
“Not more than me,” he argues.
“I don’t think it’s supposed to be a competition,” I inform him.
“It’s not. I win.”
“Oh my god,” I laugh, trying to roll onto my back away from him.
He doesn’t let me go far before he drags me against him again.
“What now?” I ask, running my fingers through his hair.
He tilts his head into my palm, and I smile softly, scratching his scalp lightly.
“Now we do it all over again,” he says.
I giggle, thinking he’s joking. His eyes fill with determination, and I gasp when he rolls me under him again.