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I pulled her hand away, pinning it behind her back as I continued to drive her higher. “No baby.” Becka whimpered in protest.
“I want to touch you,” she begged, eyes fluttering.
“If you touch me right now I’m going to take you right here. The first time I fuck you should be in our bed. With you spread out naked on clean sheets.” I added a second finger inside. She arched back pulling her knees up higher, breathing hard. She was close. I thumbed the bundle of nerves at her apex.
“Luca I’m…” she couldn’t finish, her voice high and needy.
“Get there baby,” I growled into her neck, pulling her close until she panted in my ear. My hips ground against my hand that was pumping into her, seeking friction. The painful blue-balls would be worth the wait. The steel rod in my pants throbbed painfully in protest to my control. If I wasn’t careful I was in danger blowing my load in my pants like a teenage boy.
Becka’s insides tightened on my fingers. I worked her harder, applying more pressure to her swollen nub.
“Oh my God!” Instead of crying out in pleasure Becka gasped in horror. Her body went stiff as a board. I felt her arousal slam close like a trap door. Drawing back in utter shock, I scowled at what the hell could have happened to cause her reaction. But she wasn’t looking at me, her focus centered on something over my shoulder, expression full of mortification.
My head spun around so fast I got a crick in my neck. An unsurmountable rage broke loose inside me. At the entrance to the fountain stood Serena, hip cocked, arms folded. A wicked grin covering her face.
My fingers pulled out of Becka at the same time she shoved me away. She hopped down and smoothed her dress. Her face flushed bright red with humiliation. She refused to meet my gaze, staying at arms length.
I was at a loss for words I was so enraged. Heat filled my face, my hands balled into white knuckle fists. My first intimate moment with Becka surrendering herself to me and this bitch fucked it up. Serena had been a nightmare from the moment we met. Like an incurable disease, something I could never be rid of.
“Hello Luca. I had hoped to find you alone but your little friend can join us if you would like.” The smile on her face was vicious. She didn’t even look at Becka.
I felt Becka’s focus shift to me, eyes wide. I could only hope she could see my barely contained rage and disgust towards Serena. “Fuck off Serena. Your ties to the Dellucci family will only protect you for so long.”
“You’re angry. You can take it out on me. I like it when it hurts.” She looked at Becka with a sad, pitying look. “I don’t think your little slut is up for the challenge though.” Serena saturated her voice in fake sweetness.
“Screw you!” Becka bit out, rage brewing in her posture.
“Oh, so the little whore can bite,” Serena mocked.
“Don’t call me a whore.” Becka’s voice turned cold and tight. I needed to end the conversation and separate them.
Serena tilted her head. “Did I not just catch you coming on the hand of a stranger?”
“For your inform…,” My hand shot out, gripping Becka’s wrist, cutting off her words. She looked at me with wide eyes full of shock and rage. I shook my head warning her not to let the cat out of the bag. Her nostrils flared.
I took in all Becka’s fury, feeling like a bastard. By stopping her from saying anything it probably looked like I was taking Serena’s side for a personal reason. When in fact I wanted to kill. But Serena couldn’t know the truth, not at this moment.
Serena was bat-shit crazy, telling her we were married wouldn’t deter her, it would make her dangerous. It was better to wait until she went back to Italy after the wedding and let it reach her through the grape vine.
Becka tore out of my grip with a snarl. She stormed out of the clearing without giving Serena a sideways glance, but I could tell she was holding back.
“Becka!” I called after her, rushing forward to catch up. Serena blocked my way.
“You don’t need her baby,” she said placing her hands on my chest. “I can take good care of you.”
I grabbed her wrists none too gentle and shoved her away with a sneer. Serena gasped like she got a full-on orgasm from the roughness. I grimaced in disgust. Fake was one thing I didn’t stand for in the bedroom. Or crazy.
I took off down the trail hoping to catch Becka.
Arianna was already scurrying over to meet me as I stomped through the glass doors. “What happened,” she asked with concern. Obviously she had seen Becka.
“Serena happened,” I growled. Arianna flinched at my aggression. “Where is she?” I asked in a calmer voice.
Arianna pointed down the hall. “That way.”
I found her three doors down, in a study occupied by a grand piano and shelves of books. Becka stood with her back to me, arms crossed as she stared out the window watching it rain.
“Becka?”
