Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
I swallowed down the accusations, recognizing the uncompromising glint in his eyes. Arguing with him would get me nowhere. He would only strip away even more of my dignity if I continued to defy him.
I thought of the low, masculine hum he’d made when I’d kissed him back. It’d been an involuntary sound of pleasure, and for just a moment, I’d felt strangely powerful.
I took a breath and gathered my courage. If he intended to make me come undone, I would do the same to him. I wouldn’t allow him to hold all the power in this twisted relationship. He was right: he was my husband, and I couldn’t change that now. We would share this bed. I could let the awful reality of it break me, or I could learn how to make him weak too.
Something must’ve shifted in my expression, because Luca nodded in approval and pressed a kiss to my sternum. He traced the line of it with his tongue before moving lower, drawing a hot trail down my stomach. My lower lips tingled as he neared my underwear, and wet heat slicked my inner thighs. I pressed them together as though I could hide the embarrassing sign of arousal, but that only stimulated my sensitized sex.
His white teeth caught the band at the top of my panties, and I stopped breathing as he tugged them down my mound. He kept his eyes on mine, pinning me with his gaze while he slowly peeled away my underwear, baring me to him completely. When he’d stripped me down to my thighs, he gripped the white panties in his fists and jerked them down my legs. To my shock, he shoved them into his pocket rather than tossing them aside, as though he was keeping a perverted trophy.
He loomed over me, fully clothed while I was totally naked and bound beneath him—like a virgin sacrifice to a jealous god. He stroked his hand down my side, caressing the curve of my body. Rough callouses lightly scraped my skin, making my nerves jump and dance for him.
“So beautiful,” he rumbled, his fingertips trailing between my thighs to swirl in the slick arousal that painted them. “And so wet for me. Let’s find out how good you taste, kitten.”
I flushed all the way down my chest. Surely, he wouldn’t…
I couldn’t hold back a soft cry when he pressed a firm kiss to my clit. He licked the line of my slit, and his low groan vibrated into my core. Through the wash of pleasure, that small sense of power pulsed in my chest once again. He liked the way I tasted. He liked kissing my sex, even though I never would’ve imagined that powerful, arrogant Luca would ever pleasure a woman this way.
Even in my most secret fantasies in the years I’d harbored a crush on him, I’d never envisioned him as the type of man to enjoy this particularly hedonistic act. I’d always thought there would be something slightly subservient about a man going down on me, but there was no trace of submission in Luca’s glinting eyes. He wanted to do this to me, and he would take every ounce of pleasure that he could wring from me.
I was no longer confident that I held any power over him at all. The heat in his gaze and the hungry strokes of his tongue told me that he was finding pleasure in my body, but I had no control over that. His thick fingers clamped my thighs, spreading me wide so that he could feast on me in the way he wanted. I tugged against the cuffs, an involuntary reaction; for an insane moment, I wanted to twine my fingers in his short sable hair and pull him closer.
He growled and nipped at my inner thigh in reprimand for my struggles. I stilled on a gasp, quivering in his bite.
Pleased at my surrender, he licked the imprint his teeth had left in my skin, and sparks danced along my clit in response. His dark stubble rasped over my thighs, a tingling burn that warmed my heated core. He licked at the fresh wash of arousal on my sex, groaning his satisfaction at my responsiveness.
His attention returned to my clit, teasing and tormenting me with his mouth as he slid one finger into my tight channel. I gripped him hard, my inner muscles drawing him in deeper. I’d never been penetrated before—not even by my own fingers—and there was a slight burn that accompanied the ripples of pleasure.
He found a secret spot at the front of my inner walls and crooked his fingertip against it. Bliss burst through my sex, rolling up from my core to flood my entire being. His low, satisfied chuckle rumbled over my clit, and I cried out, arching into him.