19. Luca
19
LUCA
T he moment I see Mia in the dress I picked out for her, everything changes. I’d chosen it with one purpose in mind—to flaunt her in front of Dom, to show him what I have and what he failed to protect. Mia is mine now, and I want him to see it. I want him to know that he no longer holds any power over me or my family. The Sicuras will never lord over us again, and this—Mia, dressed in that stunning, overtly sexual gown—was supposed to be my message. My declaration of dominance.
But when Mia puts on that dress, her body wrapped in that deep blue fabric, all thoughts of revenge slip away.
The dress hugs her curves like it was made for her. The neckline dips just enough to show off her full, soft breasts, and the way it clings to her hips… Christ. My cock throbs just looking at her. I swallow hard, trying to rein in the sudden surge of lust, telling myself I’ve already had her once. I can wait until after dinner.
But then she bends down, reaching for something on the floor, and the dress slides up, revealing her ass—round, soft, and completely bare beneath the dress.
Fuck.
My mind goes blank. All rational thought goes out the window. I can’t wait. I won’t.
I’m behind her in an instant, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her back against me. She gasps, straightening up, but I don’t give her a chance to protest. I push her down onto the bed, bending her over, my hands sliding up her thighs, lifting the hem of her dress until her ass is fully exposed.
“Luca?” she breathes, her voice shaky, but there’s no mistaking the heat in her tone.
I don’t bother with words. I spread her legs, kneeling behind her, and press a kiss to the back of her thigh, making her tremble. My fingers slide up, grazing the wet heat between her legs, and I groan softly at the feel of her. She’s already soaked.
I lean in closer, trailing kisses up the inside of her thigh, savoring the way her body shudders beneath me. Her scent, her taste—it drives me wild, and I can’t hold back any longer.
I bury my face between her legs, my tongue sliding against her swollen, slick folds, and Mia gasps, her hands gripping the sheets as I devour her. She tastes like heaven, and I lose myself in her, my tongue stroking her clit in slow, deliberate circles.
“Luca,” she moans, her voice breathy and desperate. “Please…”
Her hips push back against me, silently begging for more, and I oblige. My tongue flicks faster, harder, while my fingers slide inside her, pumping slowly at first, then faster as her moans grow louder.
Her body trembles beneath me, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she writhes on the bed, lost in the pleasure I’m giving her. The dress is still bunched up around her waist, her bare ass on full display, and the sight of her like this—open, vulnerable, desperate for me—makes my cock throb painfully in my pants.
I pull back just enough to watch her for a moment, my fingers still moving inside her, my thumb circling her clit. Her legs are shaking, her body tense as she teeters on the edge of release.
“Talk to me,” I growl, my voice rough with need. “Tell me how much you want it.”
She moans, her fingers curling into the sheets. “I… I want it so bad,” she gasps, her hips pushing back against my hand. “Please, Luca. Don’t stop.”
Her words make me even harder, if that’s possible. There’s something about hearing her beg for it that drives me insane, makes me lose control.
“Good girl,” I murmur, leaning in again to taste her. My tongue strokes her clit as my fingers curl inside her, hitting that perfect spot, and Mia cries out, her body shaking as she comes undone.
I can see how wet she is, her release glistening between her thighs. It makes my cock throb, hardening painfully in my pants, but I don’t touch myself.
Not yet.
Instead, I reach into the drawer beside the bed, pulling out the small toy I’d brought earlier. It’s sleek, black, and perfect for what I have in mind. I’ve never used one on her before, but the idea of watching her fall apart under its control sends a thrill through me.
“Mia,” I murmur, my fingers trailing along the seam of her thigh. “I have something I want you to try.”
She turns her head slightly, her eyes wide and curious. There’s a blush on her cheeks, but it’s not from shyness—it’s from arousal. I can tell she’s hungry for more, her body practically trembling with anticipation.
“What is it?” she whispers, her voice barely audible.
I hold up the small toy, letting her see it. “Trust me, you’ll like it.”
Her breath hitches, and for a second, I wonder if she’ll protest, but instead, she bites her lip and nods, spreading her legs wider. She’s ready for me, eager to please, and that alone makes my cock twitch with need.
I kneel behind her, pressing the tip of the toy against her swollen clit. She jumps slightly at the contact, her body jerking in surprise, but I hold her steady, my free hand gripping her hip.
“Relax,” I murmur, turning the toy on. A soft hum fills the room, and I watch as Mia’s body tenses, her breath coming in short gasps as the vibrations pulse against her.
“Oh, God,” she whimpers, her hands gripping the sheets as her hips start to rock back toward the toy.
I smile, increasing the intensity, loving the way she responds. “That’s it, Mia. Just let go.”
Her moans grow louder, more desperate, and I can see how much she likes it—the way her body moves, the way she pushes herself back against the toy, seeking more of the sensation. It’s a fucking beautiful sight, and it makes my cock ache, but I don’t stop. I want to see how far I can push her, how much she can take.
She’s trembling beneath me, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her hips grinding against the toy as I slide it back and forth over her clit. The wetness between her legs grows, coating her thighs, and I know she’s close. So close.
“Luca,” she moans, her voice cracking. “I… I can’t…”
“Yes, you can,” I growl, leaning over her, my breath hot against her ear. “Come for me, Mia. Come all over this toy.”
She lets out a choked sob, her entire body tensing as she’s pushed over the edge. Her orgasm rips through her, her legs shaking uncontrollably, her moans filling the room as she comes hard against the toy. I keep it pressed against her, watching her ride out the waves of pleasure, completely lost in the sensation.
“Fuck,” she gasps, her voice raw, and I can’t help but grin.
I pull the toy away, watching her collapse onto the bed, her body limp and trembling from the intensity of her release. I should stop there, let her catch her breath… but I can’t. Not yet.
My cock is throbbing, and the sight of her like this—completely spent, her legs spread, her ass in the air—makes me desperate to bury myself inside her again.
I slide my pants down, freeing my cock, and line myself up with her entrance. She’s still dripping wet, her folds slick and swollen from her orgasm, and I push into her in one smooth motion.
Mia lets out a soft cry as I fill her, her body tightening around me, but I don’t give her time to adjust. I start to move, slow at first, savoring the way she feels around me, the way her body reacts to every thrust.
“Luca,” she whimpers, her hands gripping the sheets, and it makes me even harder. The sound of her voice, the way she says my name—it’s like music to my ears.
I pick up the pace, driving into her harder, deeper, my cock throbbing with every thrust. Mia’s moans grow louder, more frantic, and I know she’s close again.
“Talk to me,” I growl, leaning over her, my hands gripping her hips tightly as I fuck her harder. “Tell me how much you love this.”
“I… I love it,” she gasps, her voice breathy and desperate. “I love it so much… please, Luca… don’t stop.”
Her words drive me wild. Hearing her say that, hearing her beg for more, makes me lose control. I pound into her relentlessly, my cock slamming into her over and over, and I can feel her tightening around me, her body trembling as another orgasm builds.
“Come for me again,” I growl, my voice rough with need. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
And she does.
Her body clenches around me, her moans turning into desperate cries as she comes again, her hips grinding back against me, desperate for more. I keep going, fucking her through her orgasm, and the feel of her coming around me is enough to send me spiraling into my own release.
I slam into her one last time, my cock pulsing as I spill inside her, my breath coming in ragged gasps. It’s intense, overwhelming, and for a moment, all I can think about is how fucking good it feels to be inside her.
When it’s over, I pull out slowly, watching as she collapses onto the bed, her body still trembling from the intensity of what just happened. I feel a surge of satisfaction wash over me. She liked the toy, loved it, and seeing her come apart like that… I’ll never forget it.
But we still have dinner.
I sigh, running a hand through my hair, trying to calm myself as I step back, watching Mia catch her breath. She’s a mess—her hair disheveled, her body trembling, the dress still bunched up around her waist—but she’s fucking perfect. And the fact that she’s mine makes it even better.
For now, though, we need to get ready.
I help her straighten the dress, my fingers brushing against her soft skin, and the temptation to pull her back into bed is almost overwhelming. But I resist, barely.
There will be plenty of time for that later.