Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“That psycho-babble isn’t going to work on me.”
“Why do you think I’m suddenly ready to talk about Peter today, and my dad? I don't usually talk about this stuff.”
Luca pauses for exactly twelve seconds. His clock tick-tocks loudly in the silence. “We can’t do this.”
“Why not? Because you don’t do relationships? I don’t do relationships either.” I turn to face Luca. “I’m not going to bring feelings into this. I promise.”
If I were being completely honest, I’d say I can’t promise him anything. I’m entering uncharted territory here. I have no idea what to expect.
But when Luca finger-fucked me yesterday, he was strong, menacing, dominant, cocky . . . but he was also reassuring at the same time. That’s not something I can easily find.
Also, honestly? I don’t usually come back to the same man . . . I’m not completely sure myself, but maybe the reason I want more of Luca is because I have feelings for him.
“I haven’t brought feelings into sex in a long time. I tried once, and I scared away the poor guy,” I say. “My first boyfriend freaked out when I started requesting little kinky things—you know, tie me up to the bedposts, or pull my hair when I come. It became tiresome.
“I figured it was better to find partners who are into the same messed-up things I am and keep emotions out of it.”
“Would you stop talking about other guys you’ve been with?” Luca growls as he levels his gaze at me.
His green eyes are ablaze with jealousy. With his face only inches away, I can see the flame clearly. I can feel the heat.
And he knows I’ve noticed it.
The room grows silent. Only the ticking of the clock, from all the way inside Luca’s room, is heard.
“We’re doomed, aren’t we?” he asks softly as he leans in and rests his forehead against mine.
“I don’t know,” I say, closing my eyes to really feel his hot breath on my skin. “And I don’t care . . . Sir.”
Luca puts his strong hand on the back of my head and pulls me closer. “You need to be careful when you say things like that. It makes me weak.”
“I’m sorry . . . Sir,” I say softly.
He lets out a frustrated groan and stares straight into my soul. He says, “You’d better be ready, doll. You know what’s coming next.”
Sarah
The darkness in his voice sends a thrill down my spine. This . . . This is the Luca I crave.
As his fingers get tangled in my hair, he claims my mouth, ravaging me with a bruising kiss.
I sigh and let him caress my mouth with his tongue, bite my lips, and suck on my tongue. His hands are all over me, grabbing and kneading my breasts and my thighs.
He’s like a predator, and I’m happy to be his prey. His hunger for me only whets my own appetite for him. I’d die happy in his hands—but I’ll have to be careful not to tell him that, or he’ll worry.
Luca pulls me back by the hair, almost painfully. He drags his lips down my throat, kissing and biting the sensitive skin on my neck.
I let out a moan, which seems to encourage him even more. He bites harder, making me whimper in pain.
This is exactly what I need. Every cell in my body trembles with excitement.
A part of me thought yesterday was just a fluke, but I know now there really is something different about being with Luca.
“Take off your clothes before I rip them off you,” Luca rasps as he leans me down lower and lower until all that's holding me up is his hand on the back of my head and his powerful arm between my shoulder blades.
He's the one in charge now. Obedience is the name of the game. I wiggle free of my shirt and take off my bra, too.
“Good girl.” Luca lays me down completely on the couch and swoops down.
I bite down on my lower lip as his mouth envelops my nipple. I feel his teeth lightly keeping it in place, while his tongue and mouth bathe me with warmth. Tingles shoot down my body and multiply in my core.
Hurriedly, Luca undoes my fly, then he pulls my jeans and panties off me. I’m glad I decided to go with nicer underwear this morning.
Luca slides down my body, dragging his lips down my abdomen. He grabs my thighs, hard, with his strong hands.
I whimper as his fingers dig into my flesh. “Luca . . .” I sigh.
I cry out as a light smack hits my pussy.
“Have you forgotten how you're supposed to address me, doll?” he asks threateningly as his open palm hovers over me.
“No, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir,” I say quickly.
Luca traps my gaze. I wince as he brings down his palm, but it lands gently on my mound. I let out a relieved sigh, which makes him smirk in amusement.