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His breathing changed, charged with deep misery. The same misery his dick endured. All for my gain. The tug of war, the cat and mouse, and the king and queen game we excelled at.
The fight for control we both wanted, but neither of us could beat.
Lucca groaned loudly, and both hands moved to my head as his feet stepped back. I knew what was coming next, but I had other plans.
Even then, I wasn’t prepared for his force or the gag that followed. Or the next as he used my mouth for his pleasure. I quite enjoyed his slip of control and the tears that threatened. I was one step ahead, and I restrained the next pull, restoring my old pace.
We fought.
He wantedhard.
I gave him gentle.
Slow.
“Keep doing that. It only makes me harder feeling you resist me.”
Half the truth.
He liked the fight but hated not being the one in control.
Eventually, I won when a deep, guttural, and rough sound slipped out of his mouth. He pulled out, picked me up, and pushed our bodies against the wall to kiss me.
Lucca kissed me as if he’d been possessed with need. Carnal and hungry, his lips took mine. His hand gripped my face deeply while the other held my ass tightly, bringing me to his bulge.
My body gave into his hold, melted into his kiss, and grasped for more. I’d lost sight of my motives, my plan, and I held on to every dose of his lips.
Our kiss deepened, and I breathed him in, slipping my fingers in his hair and holding on to his neck. On their own, my lips slowed. They turned gentle, and for a brief moment, his did too. They mimicked mine, craving the peace mine offered. For that mere second, he let me in without acknowledgment.
Warfare returned, deadlier than ever. Eyes blazing, strikes loaded.
Lucca’s hand found my center, spreading my thighs apart with his leg until he flicked my sensitive bud.
I whimpered from his touch, sensitive from our earlier encounter and responsive to our current game.
Lucca didn’t move, my legs already shaking with anticipation. “I have to ask.” He shook his head. “No. I need to know,” he corrected himself. His lips lingered on mine before our eyes locked. “How long has it been?” He cupped me in warning. “And don’t lie to me.”
How much could I say? Men in our world expected a wife to be only theirs for their plucking. Virgins and inexperienced for their corruption. Pure and docile for their doctoring.
I wasn’t a virgin, even if I was inexperienced.
I wasn’t pure or docile. I was already broken before I could be either.
“A while,” I breathed.
“How long is a while?”
“Years.”
It was the truth. It had been years. My first time was only memorable becauseIhad decided on the random and lucky bastard who would take my virginity. Not my family. Not thefamiglia. Me.
Lucca nodded as if he had already expected my answer.
“How did you…”
“Oh, Katia.” He chuckled darkly. “I’ve fucked many.” Lucca pressed his thumb harder between my bud. “But I fucked you hard until bloody.” His fingers slid easily down my opening. “No whore does that.”
His fingers plunged deep inside, and I screamed in pain.
