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My arm shoots out before I think about it. I take hold of her wrist and hang on tight. “No,” I inform her. “You’re not going anywhere without me.”
Chapter Fourteen - Delilah
I know what this means. Icy dread threatens to lock my muscles in place. There’s no chance of that happening, though—or it wouldn’t matter, either way, since Luca is so forceful in pulling me away from my chair. I get the feeling if I didn’t comply, he would pick me up and throw me over his shoulder like some caveman.
But I go with him, then follow him out of the dining room, two doors down to his study. I’m afraid to ask what this is about. Not that I need to. I know exactly what’s going to happen. I only hope he’s a little gentler this time.
But I doubt he will be. Not in this mood. His rage rolls off him in hot, thick waves that threaten to choke me by the time we enter the room and he closes the door.
And then I’m against it, my back to the wood, and he has me pinned in place. His breath his hot, yet it makes me shiver when it hits my skin. He bends down, his lips skimming my shoulder before he eases the thin strap over it and lets it fall. “So perfect,” he whispers, almost like he’s surprised. “How are you so perfect?”
I don’t think he’s looking for an answer, so I don’t give him one—and I couldn’t, anyway, since the touch of his lips to my shoulder wipes out all other thoughts, feelings, sensations. A single point of contact, light as a feather but so intense it sends shivers running down my spine and threatens to make my toes curl.
His lips skim over my shoulder, up to my neck, to the place where my pulse flutters like the wings of a hummingbird. Again, he kisses me, then laps at the spot with his tongue. I can’t help but gasp, a sound that dissolves into a sigh. There’s no stopping it, no holding it back.
He asked me before about acting like I’m into it, the way an escort would have to learn to do. This isn’t acting. There’s no faking my way through the heat now blooming between my thighs. No pretending the sounds of his rasping, animal breaths don’t light up something inside me.
He thrusts his hips, driving his hardening dick against my hip while wedging his thigh closer to my now moist pussy. I gasp again, and he laughs against my throat before placing another hot kiss on it, then another. I let my head fall back against the door, giving him more of me the way my body is begging me to do.
With one hand he hikes my dress up around my hips, cupping my ass before probing my slit with one finger. He groans on contact with my slick, swollen flesh, and the sound of it makes me wetter than ever. I feel like I’m drowning, like no matter how I fight it’s no use. I only sink deeper and deeper.
And I want to. My God, I want more. I don’t know how many times in my life I’ve actually wanted this, how many times it was more than a means to an end. All I know is, there’s never been a man who’s touched me like this, who’s made me want to beg him to do it again. More.
Why does it have to be this man?
He trails kisses down my chest, his tongue sliding between my breasts and under the lowcut neckline. He lowers the other strap, still licking, still breathing like an animal, before easing the top of the dress down until he can take one hard nipple between his lips.
Oh, my God. My knees almost buckle from the force of my reaction, from the almost excruciating pleasure he’s forcing on me. If it wasn’t for his body pinning me to the door, I might hit the floor. The fingers sliding through my juices focus on my clit, rubbing sharp little circles over that tiny bundle of nerves that are now singing and screaming in delight, while his tongue flicks over the tight nub between his lips.
I don’t know I’m running my fingers through his hair until he groans when I tug. And even that groan is good, the signal that he likes what I’m doing, the vibrations that come from his lips and run through me. I jerk my hips, desperate for relief from the growing tension. I want to come. I need to come.
Instead of giving me what I so obviously need, he takes his hand away. I groan in frustration—I was so close!—but all he does is lift me off my feet and carry me the short distance to the leather sofa. I yelp in surprise when he drops me on it, but that’s soon followed by a moan of total gratitude when he drops to his knees and buries his face between my legs.
And the world explodes in bright, vivid color. Holy shit. I can’t make sense of any of this. How good it feels, how good he is at it, anything. All I know is I hope he never stops.
And he likes it. He’s grunting, grinding his face against my pussy, practically slobbering like an animal. Over me, over my taste. And I love it. My fingers get lost in his hair again, hands holding him in place while I roll my hips. “Yes,” I whisper, my body starting to tighten from head to toe in preparation. “Yes, more, just like that, please!”
And then it hits all at once, sooner than I expected, overwhelming me. My mouth opens in a silent scream, my body shaking, thighs tightening around Luca’s head. The whole world falls apart around me and dissolves, leaving me floating in warm, soft darkness.
And when I come to, his tongue is still working me, taking slow laps over the length of my slit. Licking up every last drop. I can’t help shivering as little aftershocks run through me, all aided by the attention he’s still lavishing on me. I’m about to beg him to stop when he finally lifts his head, giving my clit a much needed break.
He doesn’t say a word, locking eyes with me while he unzips his fly. This isn’t like before, none of it is. He’s not trying to put me in my place. He’s working out his frustrations, using me to forget them. And I can’t believe it, but the fact is I want him to. I hope he takes everything out on me.
His thick, veiny cock is visible for only a moment before he positions his body between my spread legs. He takes my right leg and flings it over his shoulder before lining his head up with my quivering hole. I watch, holding my breath, waiting for the moment he drives himself in.
And when he does, it’s like a revelation. Because I’ve never been this ready before. I’ve never really craved it before. The delicious friction as he parts my wet, throbbing folds and fills me up is something I never knew I needed. Now, all I want is a good, hard fuck. Maybe we’ll both forget our troubles.
Instinct tells me to use my leg as leverage, and I do, bracing it against his chest while I meet his every thrust with my jerking hips. Something flashes in his eyes and he smiles, positioning my left leg the same way and wrapping his arms around my thighs before thrusting harder, deeper, faster than before. Pounding me, grunting every time our bodies slap together.
“Fuck…” he grunts before slamming himself in again. “So fucking good.”
Yes, it is. Better than I ever imagined it could be, better than it’s ever been in my wildest dreams. Instead of waiting for it to be over, I’m working with him, and between the two of us something huge is building. Something dark and seething and sweet and just beyond my fingertips. But I’m getting there. I’m getting close again.
“Getting tighter,” he whispers, his face flushed, his eyes glowing with a light I’ve never seen before. He’s wild, unhinged, and the thought of that makes me moan helplessly. “Are you going to come on my cock? Are you, Delilah?”
“Yes…” I moan, grinding against him, whimpering every time our bodies come together with a wet, slapping sound. “Yes, oh God, yes!”
“That’s right,” he whispers, thrusting frantically, fucking me until it almost hurts. And even that’s good, better than good. It’s enough to take me to the very edge. “Come for me.”
