This becomes about the last small piece of pride that is left to me, and I say, clearly and without flinching, "Yes."
I keep my face very still. Luca comes to me and pins me to the wall before I realize it and his mouth bites into mine. He bites my lower lip hard enough to sting, forcing my mouth open so his tongue can push inside.
One hand grabs my hair, yanking my head back, while the other grips my waist, holding me immobile against the wall. I kick against his legs, trying to push him away, but he only lifts me off the floor, carrying me to the bed while still kissing me. My feet kick uselessly in the air. He drops me onto the mattress and pins me down with the full weight of his body, still kissing me.
We break apart, both of us red-faced and gasping for air.
"Say it again," he orders, voice low and dangerous. "Say that you love him one more time."
A tear slides down my cheek. "Why are you so angry? Don't you have a woman that you love?"
He swallows hard.
"You can't even deny it," I whisper. "So why are you so angry?"
He grabs my face with both hands, thumbs pressing into my cheeks. "Because you belong to me."
He begins kissing my neck hungrily, his teeth sink into my skin, sending sparks of pain that melt instantly into throbbing pleasure. His scent floods my senses.
Why won't he keep me if I belong to him?Tears flow freely down my face now.
He stops suddenly and looks up. Horror flickers across his features at the sight of my tears. "Nathalie, I am sorry."
I grab his collar with both hands, pulling him closer through the tears. "Don't stop, or I'll fucking hate you. Remind me that I belong to you."
I look at his lips, at his face, and begin undoing the buttons of his shirt with trembling fingers. He catches my hands, stopping me.
I laugh through the tears. "Don't you want me anymore?"
He wipes my eyes gently with his thumbs. "Why wouldn't I want you, princess?"
I want to believe his lies one last time.I know his heart lies with another woman. I had greedily tried to force him to accept me. Now I understand I have no place in his life. But one last time, I want him, so I stroke his face. "Fuck me like you did the first time."
He strokes my eyes, my nose, my face with careful fingers. "You're ill, princess. You can't take it."
I whisper, "I guess I'll let my fiancé do it then."
Instantly his hand wraps around my throat and he kisses me hard. The taste of him floods my mouth as his tongue pushes deeper, stroking against mine.
I've missed this taste, this heat. I'm terrified he'll pull away again, that this is the last time I'll ever feel him.My fears twist tight in my chest even as heat pools in my belly.
He pins me down, ripping the pink dress down my body until my breasts are free. My nipples are already tight. I hold onto him tightly.I miss him — the feel of him, his tongue, his mouth. It isn't mine to own, but I want it so badly.My hands finish undoing his shirt and wrap around his bare back, his skin already wet with heat.
He kisses down my chest, sucking and licking at my breasts, his tongue sucking one hard nipple before he draws it deep into his mouth, sucking hard. I cry out, my arching as pleasure shoots straight between my legs. He moves to the other breast, licking and biting. His spit clings to my skin as he devours me. We're both panting now, sweat already beading on his forehead and sliding down my ribs.
I need him quickly before this all ends.
He undoes his pants and pulls the rest of my dress off, leaving me completely naked beneath him. He guides the head of his cock to my entrance and pushes inside me slowly. I feel every inch stretching me open so intensely that it makes me whimper. He's so thick and he fills me. He kisses me deeply as he sinks in.
He looks at me. "You are so beautiful."
He kisses my nose, then my lips. I cup his face with both hands. "Be careful with those words. I just might believe it and cling to you as I cling to everyone."
"Cling to me," he murmurs against my mouth. "I won't let you go."
He is lying. He promised to keep me before and he didn't.But I believe him for now. I kiss him harder and hold him close as he enters me fully. This time he is gentle, he kisses my neck, holding my ear as I whimper softly beneath him, the sounds of his cock sliding in and out of my soaked pussy filling the room.
"Princess," he whispers. "I like how you sound under me. Did you miss me?"
