Page 167 of A War Around Us


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I’d tried to slow his sinful rhythm of need. Through gentle touches, I tried to make him see me as more than just another fuck. Meanwhile, I’d learned I too enjoyed fucking him violently. Because as I thrashed below him, it didn’t matter if his fingers marked my skin, or if his thrusts punished. It only proved that desire and want could be delivered in many forms.

I scooted between his legs, and his hands automatically clasped my thighs. Lucca didn’t acknowledge the tablet in front of him. His dark eyes and even darker aura kept my eyes tranced by their veil of brutal hunger.

It was all in his eyes. The way they spoke without words to reveal his sadistic thoughts. The way his gaze made my body react, and the room to quiet with the heavy and suffocating fog of danger I’d twistedly craved.

“It’ll take just a second,” I murmured, but we both heard the lie.

“If you wanted to fuck, that’s all you needed to say.”

I tucked my bottom lip in an attempt to hide my smile and hovered over him.

With one hand grasping the arm of his chair and the other holding tightly onto the screen, I uttered onto his lips.

“I want to fuck.” I evaded him quickly and continued my ruse. “But first.” I nudged the device against him. “I don’t like it when my time is wasted.”

His eyes closed, taking a deep breath, and I smiled as his patience thinned.

The joys of driving him mad was seeing it firsthand.

“You have three minutes before I bury my dick deep into you.”

My eyes widened by his threatening tone, and when he opened his eyes, he’d meant every word.

I omitted my argument and quickly opened the file I’d saved of my sketch. His eyes lowered to the screen.

“Two minutes,” he said coldly.

To avoid missing a beat, I spoke in rapid Italian. “The structure downstairs, yourworkarea, is a death trap. The only exit, or entrance, is the door that can only be accessed through the staircase. It’s a disadvantage in case of an ambush. But to avoid someone coming in through a full-sized door in the corner, the grounds outside are suitable for a half-sized side exit that can be stretched out into the property and can be hidden even from the outside. The frame and beams can hold the change.”

My fingers swiped to the next slide and traced the outside corridor that could be overseen by a small man-made mountain of bushes and greenery until reaching the outskirts to safety. I dared a quick look at him. He was listening and following every word that I fired.

“While I highly think it’s taking the wordsextreme cautionto another level, as if someone could be as suicidal to attempt a hit on your own property. But your title and our way of living doesn’t allow any measures or risks to be ignored.

“You’ve built this manor, this fortress to fityouand your men. However, you and I know what the future and your position will require. What’s my duty, and what I should bear in our world.”

An heir.

Lucca stood as fast as my heart beat once. With his body pressed against mine and the outline of his hard dick straining against my abdomen, his fingertips trailed until they curled with a large fist of my hair. He tipped my head back to fix his eyes on mine.

His eyes darkened with gleaming fire, and I stood surprised by his abrupt change.

“Do it.” His free hand took my tablet, tossing it to his desk. A rattle crashed as objects fell onto the ground by the force of the device, and his hands caged me as they held on to me. “Now your time is up.”

His leg spread mine apart, raising my dark blue dress until it stretched to its limit. I clutched onto the arms that held me, but soon they both fell as he freed his shaft.

It was all so quick, sudden and erratic as if I’d sparked a violent might to take me. Right here and now. No kiss, no touch, just an aggressive want to sink deep into me.

Lucca lifted my dress higher to spread me even further. His hand bruised my ass, lifting it from the ground, and setting me over his desk to align with his hips.

His finger curled around the thin strap of my lace underwear, and a short rip echoed sharply with our breathing.

Thrust.

Raw and brutal, I took him in.

“Ah!” I gasped and clawed at his covered shoulders. “Lucca,” I begged for a second, but Lucca didn’t give me time to adjust, instead he pounded again, deeper, and roughly.

Sweet pain and ecstasy rolled in rabid waves as he lowered my back to his desk. His palms hooked under my knees, opening me wide to his vicious strokes.

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