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“I’m sorry,” she moans, grabbing the edge of the piano in front of her to hold herself up as I reach around to the front of her jeans and unzip her pants before yanking them down her thighs. We’re losing precious time that we should be using to make our escape, but the anger and need coursing through my body demands an immediate outlet. She eagerly steps out of her pants, moaning deeply when I run my middle finger over her drenched folds.
“What you said to your father is correct, princess. He can’t make you marry the Albanian because you are already mine.My wife. And the second it opens, I’m taking you to the courthouse and filing the license. Then I’ll have a copy delivered to your father’s doorstep,” I growl, slipping my middle finger into her pussy, and fuck me, she’s tight and wet. She bucks against me when I start fingering her hot opening. “You like hearing who you belong to, princess?”
“Yes! Luca . . . my husband . . .”
Fuck!
“Goddamn right I am!” I rasp into her ear, my own cock leaking endlessly behind my pants. I rock my hips against her ass even as I drive my finger faster and harder into her sex until she’s crying out, and I don’t care to mute her cries. This room is soundproofed anyway.
“Luca, please . . . I’m going to—” she stills, clamping around my middle finger as she comes, her pussy spasming so hard around the digit, I almost shoot in my pants, but I am not done with her. I wait for her to relax before withdrawing my finger. I tug my waistband down and take out my cock, slapping it against her dripping sex.
“Hang on tight, princess. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast; I’ll take my time with you later when we’re back at home, but I need you right now!”
“Oh God!” she whimpers, slapping her palm over her mouth to hold back a scream when I drive into her so hard it rattles the piano. I close my hands over her tits, pinching her nipples through her top as I violently drive into her sex.
Christ, I love the feeling of being inside this woman, her soft body readily taking a hard man like myself, so eagerly, every thrust into her tight channel has her growing wetter. “I don’t care how many times you leave, I will always find you,” I grind out, driving my cock roughly into her.
“I . . . I’m s-sorry!”
I slide my hand up to her throat, slightly tightening my grip as I punish her with the hard thrusts of my cock. “You are mine, Katya. Mine!”
“God, yes!”
“Be a good little wife and listen to me next time!” She whimpers, the sound raw and needy. “Let me take care of you! Let me protect you!”
“Close,” she whines, and I drop my hold on her throat before lowering my fingers to her pussy and rubbing her clit in circles, which sends her over the edge. “Luca!”
She jerks against me, her muscles spasming around my cock and clamping hard around me, so hard it almost sends me off the edge with her. Possessiveness rocks my body as I pin her down to the piano, pumping my cock into her with the frantic need to remind her to whom she belongs.
“Mine!” I growl, digging my fingers into her shoulder blades as I drive my cock into her, harder and faster untilshe’s bucking in my arms, and when she climaxes this time, I follow right behind. I bury my face in her neck with a low grunt as I pump my cock into her spasming sex. My muscles strain painfully as I release my seed into her womb, love and possessiveness flooding my system in such an overwhelming way.
“Luca . . .”
“I love you,” I breathe harshly. From the moment I spied her at the club, something inside of me shifted. There is no going back to a life without Katya in it, and I will not spare anyone that comes between us! No one before her has made my heart clench with both need and possessiveness the way she does.
No, living without Katya is not an option.
“I love you, Luca.” She sniffs. “I’m sorry I left. I just—”
“Doesn’t matter,” I whisper, dropping a kiss to her neck as I straighten my clothes. “Let’s get you out of here.”
Katya turns around to look at me, and I am surprised to find her face swimming with emotion. There is love, but there is also . . . gratitude.
I’m the one who needs to be grateful to have her in my life, not the other way around. Why she would be grateful to have a rogue such as myself in her life beats the hell out of me, but I don’t have time to question it.
We’re running out of time.
There is a smile on her face as I help her straighten her clothes, and when I grab her hand in mine to lead us out of here, I can tell that we’re on the same page.
“Let’s go home,” I whisper, and she squeezes my hand in agreement as I lead us out of the room and away from her old life.
Epilogue
Six years later
Katya
The hall is packed tonight.
