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CHAPTER8
Lucia
There was more than fire in the man’s eyes. There was a deep yearning that spanned a minefield of emotions. He looked at me as if devouring my body wasn’t going to be enough. It was as if he wanted to claim my soul.
There was no reason for me to be thinking so deeply about a one-night stand. Maybe my concerns over marrying someone I loathed had opened a can of worms, making me see things differently than only hours before. But I knew in the back of my mind and from years of dealing with my father that illusions were usually better than reality. I reminded myself that the two of us could be anything we wanted.
If only for a single night.
The eerie glow of the moon cast shadows across the dresser, his reflection almost haunted. I was tempted to turn on a light, but I had a feeling he reveled in the darkness, preferring the mystery to any acknowledgment of our carnal acts. Just studying his mirrored reflection kept my heart racing.
He tossed the belt aside, his chest rising and falling. When he backed away, shucking his shirt over his shoulders, I almost turned around but didn’t want to miss a second of the massive savage unveiling his sculpted body. I almost felt like a voyeur gifted a prime location for an unveiling of a piece created in the heavens.
The thought was ridiculous, yet provocative. It also highlighted how lonely I’d been over the years. Maybe my hormones were going crazy, but my mouth hadn’t stopped watering since the first look of his eyes.
The beast of a man wasted no time undressing. Every aspect of his incredible body screamed of control, his shoulders and chest strong and wide. The man was all sinew and muscle, carved from the finest stone. I allowed my eyes to drift to the deep V leading to powerful, long legs. He was flawless, perfect in every way.
I bit back a laugh, my reaction another reminder of how long it had been since I’d indulged in any kind of passion.
When he stood fully naked only a foot away, I took a few seconds trying to calm my nerves. My filthy and daring adventure was keeping me on edge, my mind spinning. The truth was that I’d never done something so dangerous in my life. While I’d only been required to have a bodyguard for the first six months while in New York, I certainly knew better than to allow myself to get into treacherous situations.
There were always people preying on sole members of crime syndicates, especially if they believed they could garner additional power. Maybe that’s why I’d kept myself under lock and key for so long.
What a hell of a way to break out of my cage. The dim lighting couldn’t hide his magnificent physique or his animalistic prowess. It also couldn’t hide the gorgeous tattoos covering a significant portion of his chest and arms. I wanted to run my tongue across the layered designs.
He slowly lowered his head, his entire body tense as he ravaged me with his eyes. The man was built like a fucking machine, his shoulders broader than the leather jacket had afforded. His cock was a thing of beauty, yet intimidating. There was no way it could fit inside my pussy.
What struck me the most were the roped veins on the side of his neck, the pulse that thrummed there. He fisted and flexed his hands, his stance as if prepared to face an enemy.
I was completely aroused, my pussy aching, the scent of my desire floating between us. The electricity shared between us was spiraling out of control, a moment of chaos and wickedness building. Soon, it would be out of control. I wouldn’t be able to stop the forward motion if I didn’t do it now.
But I didn’t want to. This was exactly what I’d longed for during the sleepless nights, dreams that had haunted me for far too long. I had to let them go, finally forging a life that I wanted. Why this man at this moment had given me the key to my freedom I’d never know since we wouldn’t see each other again. That didn’t mean I wasn’t grateful for his interest.
That part of my world was dead, gone. I was ready to be someone else, if only for a little while.
At well over six foot five, his muscles honed to perfection, he screamed of substantial power, his hands lethal weapons. His stare continued to burn into mine as he studied me, the few seconds ticking by seeming longer. There was such a formidable presence around him that the air was sucked from the room, my throat closing. At this moment, I wasn’t certain whether he wanted to fuck me or kill me.
That was answered only seconds later when he took a single long stride forward, spinning me around then lifting me onto the dresser. Using both hands, he spread my legs wide open, grabbing handfuls of my bottom as he jerked me to the edge. His scent was stronger than before, whiskey and spice, citrus and a hint of the forest. I was thrown by how mesmerizing he was.
When I planted my palms on his chest, the ripple effect of tingling sensations was white-hot, searing every inch of my fingers. He narrowed his eyes, saying nothing as he impaled me with the entire length of his cock.
He’d used such force that my entire body was jarred trying to adjust as my muscles strained. “Oh, my God.” My laugh was from nervous energy skittering through me. I gripped his shoulders, digging my fingers into his skin, although I didn’t need to hold on. He was so strong, easily able to keep me in position.
There was something equally powerful about his reticence to speak, as if the mystery we shared was the only thing he could concentrate on. His breathing was ragged, every other sound he made a deeply resonating growl. He spread me even wider, driving into me again, this time stealing my breath.
I clung to him, caressing his arms as my muscles clamped around the thick invasion. I was so wet, my heart racing. I’d never felt this free before, the lust coursing through me consuming every inch of my rational mind. And I didn’t care. I wanted this, needed his touch. He was feeding my soul, not just my body.
His eyes never left mine, the shimmer across his skin from the moonlight reflective. The slight curl of his lips matched his scattered breathing, his chest rising and falling as his fingers bruised the skin on my already aching bottom.
Every move he made was so jarring, so forceful that the mirror behind me shook, threatening to shatter over us. He didn’t seem to care, thrusting like a wild animal in desperate need to mate. Panting, I dragged my tongue across my lips, my entire body aching. I managed to wrap my legs around his hips, pushing one hand down on the dresser, arching my back.
He slowed his movements, driving the heat of his body against mine as he cupped my breasts. There was nothing gentle about his actions as he rubbed my aching nipples between my fingers, twisting them painfully.
“Oh… Yes…”
“Beautiful,” he muttered, the single word startling.
With a single growl, he lowered his head, pulling my tender bud between his teeth. I wrapped one hand around his neck, tangling my fingers in his thick strands of hair as I threw my head back. I was forced to gasp for air, the vibrations sweeping through me clamping down on my throat. I brushed one hand over his shoulder, my fingertips dancing against his skin.
