Chapter Six
Luciano
I marched after my girl, my blood boiling with so much hate and anger. I hated that I had to let her handle things her way when all I wanted to do was choke them until I had completely snuffed the life out of their bodies.
For someone with such a tiny body, she moved like she was on crack in those ridiculously high heels.
As soon as I opened the door that led to our suite, she was shutting the door to the en suite bathroom with a loud bang. She was running from me.
“Open this door, amore.” I banged my fists against the door.
“Go away.” I heard her muffled sounds.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I seethed.
I stepped away from the door, raking my hands through my hair. She had the door locked, and every minute I was away from her, not knowing what she was doing in there, pushed me close to the brink of insanity.
I tugged at my tie, yanked it off, and the rest of my clothes followed, then I turned every drawer upside down until I found the spare keys. I pushed the key into the keyhole and unlocked the door.
Let’s see how far she can run from me.
I was met with a pile of clothes on the floor when I came in. She was under the shower, naked with her back turned to me, and if she heard me, she didn’t flinch.
I approached her, slow, stealthy like a panther. When I closed in on her, my cock nestled against the crack of her ass as I wrapped my fingers around her neck.
She moaned.
“Don’t you ever lock yourself away from me.” My hot breath hit the shell of her ear.
She spun around, her glassy orbs tearing through me like shards of glass. The rivulets of water cascaded down both our skins. The tears in her eyes made me want to head back out there and give them what they deserved.
“What do you want me to say? Is that true? Yes, she wasn’t lying,” she seethed, her eyes brimming with hate.
“I don’t care,” I murmured, running my thumb over her plump lips.
“Yes, you should,” she croaked. “Because I’m not going to put myself through that traumatic experience anymore. I don’t want kids. Not after everything.”
“Do you think I’m with you because I want to sink my cock into you and make you pop my babies out?
” I grabbed her jaw, wrapping my free hand around her waist to pull her soft body flush against mine.
“If you don’t want kids, then we won’t have them.
You are more than enough. You are the only thing I want. ”
“You’re lying!” She hit my chest with her fist.
I grabbed her wrist, pressing her palm against my chest so she could see that I was wholly hers. I left my palm over hers, reveling in how her breath hitched and her skin flushed.
God, I wanted this woman so much.
“Kiss me—I want you to make me forget,” she whispered.
I groaned, biting my lips. I crashed my lips on hers, and she moaned.
The kiss started slow and agonizing. It dawned on me how touching her made me feel so fucking alive.
Her soft, luscious lips moved against mine.
Her breasts crushed against my chest with a desperation that made me growl against her mouth.
I broke off the kiss, letting myself soak in the sight of her before me.
Her wet hair had darkened thoroughly, sticking to her flawless olive skin. Her eyes gleamed with lust and desire. Her gorgeous tits, which were in the shape of a teardrop, were tipped with stiff light pink nipples. The soft, seductive dips and contours of her small frame lured me in like a beacon.
Andrea was art. Her body was sculpted to bring men to their fucking knees, taunt them, and drive them insane just like she was doing to me right now. She was actively chewing on her lips, ogling every inch of my body to her heart’s content. Her eyes darkened with desire with every gaze.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” I took her lips before she could bite them again, causing her moan to resound through the shower.
My body seared with heat—every touch, every stroke setting me on fire and tightening my body with a need that excited and terrified me at the same time.
Her breath caught, slowly thinning out as I kissed her hard and fast, not allowing her to catch her breath.
I growled into the kiss, slamming her back against the glass wall.
She whimpered, grabbing onto my neck for support.
Every contact our slippery bodies made lit my fucking soul on fire.
Her nails dug into my back impatiently, and I took that as my cue to spin her around.
Her tits pressed into the glass. Streaks of the drizzling water splashed across the surface.
It blurred our reflection yet took every inch of my fucking breath away.
“Look at what you do to me.” I ground my hard-on against her.
“Luciano, please.” Her voice came out so desperate.
“I’m going to fuck this wet little cunt until you’re sore.” I stroked her dripping pussy, smacking it so hard that she moaned. “And you’ll take every bit of it.”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
Lining my cock up at her entrance, I heard her breath shudder when I thrust into her. She moaned, pressing her head against the glass, standing on her tiptoes as though she struggled to take me all in.
“So fucking perfect,” I murmured, my body ripping with satisfaction.
It felt so foreign to plunge into her, stretch her so hard that she couldn’t breathe. She was so fucking tight, strangling me with her sweet little pussy.
“Hmm ... more...” she whimpered.
I pulled out of her and slammed back in. A throaty sound spilled from her mouth, filthy and reeking of desire. It was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.
“You are so tight, amore mio. So perfect,” I grunted, thrusting in and out of her. With every thrust, I felt her break, writhe, thrash, and sob. Each one consumed her more than the last. She rubbed her mouth against the glass, moaning so loudly.
“Argh!”
“Yes, that’s it,” I grunted. “Just like that. You are taking me so well.” I grabbed her hips, scoring her neck with my teeth and increasing the pace at which I stroked her. I reached for her clit from behind, applying pressure on it.
“Oh, God ... oh, God...”
“Not him. Me. Remember that!” I growled, spanking her pussy. I pinned her to the wall with the back of her neck, fucking her ruthlessly like she had requested.
My veins hummed with hunger that increased every time I slammed in and out of her.
It was maddening. It felt like an out-of-body experience, something so intense that it unraveled and destroyed me.
Knowing that I was able to fuck her so good that her sobs echoed through the bathroom made me feel like I won the fucking lottery.
I was ruining her with my cock, and she was taking it like a good little girl.
I looked at our reflection on the glass, and it destroyed me. I knew nothing would ever remain the same. This moment would forever be etched in my mind. Feeling her beg, moan, and writhe and watching her break with every thrust was worth the fucking wait. She was worth it.
“You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “Not.” Harder thrust. “Going.” Harder. “To hide.” Thrust. “From me anymore,” I growled.
“Is that clear?”
“Yes—fuck, yes.”
“Luciano,” she cried. “Oh, fuck. It’s too much. Please. Please,” she begged me.
“You can take it, Andrea.” I pinned her harder to the wall by her neck, increasing the pace of my thrusts. Her face was squashed into the wall, but I didn’t stop fucking her. “You will take it. All of it. It’s all yours, amore mio.”
Her face twisted in pleasure, her lips parting, giving way to loud moans that sounded like a sensual lullaby. It was music to my ears. I couldn’t get enough of it. Enough of her.
“I’m going to come...” she whimpered, pressing her head against the wall like she wanted to seek solace from it so badly.
“Come with me,” I grunted.
My muscles locked tightly. I felt her go stiff against me, releasing a long cry. Our releases clashed, consuming us until the world faded beneath us. I came inside her, pressing a kiss to her hair.
Her body went limp against mine, but she didn’t move. We both relished in what it felt like to be that connected.
Andrea craned her face to the side, wrapping her palm around my neck to kiss me so sweetly, so softly. It made me fucking melt against her.
“This is temporary, you know?” she whispered.
“You shouldn’t have caught the eye of the devil. Now that you have, I’m never letting you go.”