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“How many will you gift me,cara mia?”
He asked as I bucked.
“How many,mia regina?” His hand slipped until his fingers grasped my throat tightly, demanding an answer, but my eyes held his, watching as they raged out of control.
I shook my head, not understanding and missing what ran through his mind without an answer to give.
“Answer me!” he roared, and his punishment continued in savage beats.
“Hmm!” I whimpered as his dick hit over and over aggressively into the blissful spot only he’d discovered.
“How many versions of you will mix with my blood?”
My mouth parted with realization. I tipped Lucca over his consuming need with the slight hint of our future,kids. My gasps grew weak with the stray air I mustered inside my lungs, and I flung my hands over his face. And while his hips pounded repeatedly, my hands were the opposite. They were gentle against his jaw, as my fingertips caressed his lips and scratched over the prickles of his short beard.
“As many as it will take to fill the halls with chaos!” I shouted through a moan.
Lucca leaned down until I tasted whiskey. His hand released my throat as he kissed me, but his hold lingered on my neck. Wild lips matched my own and nips stung as my chest soared, and as our bodies synced, my heart cracked with any remaining barrier left.
He didn’t respond, it wasn’t needed.
He too wanted it. He too sought out the same future.
His phone rang, but he didn’t stop causing the pleasurable sounds that escaped me. The ringing stopped only to begin again.
“Fuck!” he said between my lips, and his hand lowered on my sides, tracing my skin while I met his hips for release.
I was so close, my breathing erratic, my body on fire, and as my throat dried thirsty in gasps, air, and him, I rubbed my pussy against his shaft.
“Hmm.” A short sound from his chest vibrated onto mine. I enjoyed the feel as I slid and rubbed myself over him. “Now, you must be real quiet.” He smiled wickedly.
“Huh?” I whined.
“I doubt you are too busy to answer my call, Moretti.”
I clamped my mouth shut with my hand as my father’s voice was loud by my ear. I watched the evil smile that Lucca revealed as it yearned for my whimpers, the gasps, or his name called out in pleasure.
“Extremely,” Lucca answered evenly and composedly, while I couldn't contain the small whimpers that filtered past my lips and hand.
I closed my eyes, but he pinched down on my nipple causing exquisite pain. My body curved as I attempted to stay quiet, but instead I took him in deeper.
My gaze returned to his, pleading. Lucca’s smile reached his eyes. He wasn’t willing to make it easier on me, if anything he wanted my father to hear me.
It was sick and depraved the way he wanted to show his claim, and yet, it heightened and fueled my greed. As if it made me want it even more. As if I too wanted him to hear how I enjoyed my time in Miami. How he’d lost the fight to ruin my life.
“I’m done with games, Lucca. I want a meeting with you before the wedding.”
Lucca’s hands moved to my hips, arranging them only to fill me again in a different and harder angle.
Mio Dio!
My feet tried to land on any surface for leverage, but my heels made it difficult to rest on anything.
I was at his mercy, with no leverage, and my father’s voice by my ear as our bodies met louder and louder by his thrusts.
The phone grew silent, and even as I tried to breathe out through my nose, I was loud, raspy, and infuriated by holding on to my sounds. The pleasure.
“I’ll set it up.”
