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Lucca collapsed his brutal mouth free, and his lips controlled mine. I kicked the covers and sheets off for our skin to mend to one. His hands ran furiously and gripped my sides, ass, and thighs, and I rocked my body to their assault.
I was flushed as heat coursed over my flesh, and I wanted him inside me. I wanted him now, hard and fast, to seal the vow of today. My hand slithered down his strong back with nails that stung its path. This caused his skin to crawl in a shiver and his mouth to falter by its sensation.
“Deal,” My burning lips agreed, and my hand slipped between us, and I gripped his hard dick. “Now, fuck me.” I tugged at his shaft, and he groaned.
Lucca did. He fucked his frustration and the stress he had been holding onto inside me brutally. Bruising and cruel thrusts. Stinging kisses, and painful touches, and each pound and sexual torture he gave,I wanted more. His troubles and torment to stain and use me for pleasure.
I came hard, coating his dick with my release until he emptied himself inside me. Our passion mixed together as he collapsed on top of me. Our scents fused as we both gave in to our desires, and I lay over the ruined white sheets, sore and satisfied.
Reluctantly, Lucca pulled away and stood. His eyes slowly roamed over my body, and he surprised me when he leaned back to steal a kiss before heading inside the bathroom. It took all my will to leave the bed behind and cover my body with his discarded button-up. However, knowing Lucca was behind the door, I chased him.
Lucca stood over the sink in boxer briefs. I admired his taut muscles and inked skin from afar while water ran, filling the sink halfway. He shut both valves off, and I met his eyes in the mirror.
A razor knife lay over a small black towel next to a clear jar of white mousse. His hair was tousled from my fingers and vibrant red smudges joined the black of his tattoos from my touches of our time together. While relaxed, his eyes calculated my every move as I walked closer. I leaned my ass on the counter until I slid onto the cool surface. He spread my legs open to cage himself between them.
I heard the loud crashes from above as the storm continued outside of this home, and as the skies rumbled and the earth shook from thunder, bolts coursed inside the quiet bathroom with electric awareness.
My hands found the shaving mousse, and I picked the brush inside. I peered up into his eyes, and they didn’t stop me as I touched his skin with the soft bristles to coat under his jaw and neck. I placed the jar back in its spot and tipped his head from side to side, examining the line to clean against his trimmed beard. I did it all under his sharp gaze, and when my fingertips touched the familiar cool metal of a blade, I grasped its natural feel against my palm and faced him.
Our eyes locked, and a nervous flutter pricked my fingers.
The chime of rain harshly hitting the windows was loud and my breathing mimicked its blast as I raised the blade to his neck.
Lucca’s jaw tightened, and with a slight tug, he inched away.
“I just don’t trust a Vitelli with one,”he had said more than once, and yet here I was, with a blade inches away from his neck. Inches away from the vein that popped as blood ran through his body.
My hand slipped to the back of his head until my finger clutched his short hair, bringing him closer and pulling his head back. Lucca fought with how far he would allow his neck to be exposed, but his eyes blared in fire as they looked down on me, and when I brought the blade closer, he craned his head further and closed his eyes as the knife connected to his skin.
The blade slid effortlessly against the pressure of my fingertips, and it swiped clean without a drop of blood or a mark left behind.
Maybe now he could trustoneVitelli with a blade. Because I have mastered the art and precision of wielding one, and he wouldn’t be harmed by my hands.
Lucca was afraid of me drawing conclusions, fabricating feelings and ideas that would never be there. But did he not see what he’d just done? What his actions solidified while his mind said otherwise?
Luccatrustedme. He just couldn’t see it.
I kept my heart at bay along with the smile I struggled to hide, and I rinsed the blade in the sink only to return to him and continue to shave his taunting flesh.
“My father will push you,” I murmured while concentrating on my task.
“I know.”
“And Leo will provoke.”
“Mh-hm,” he replied as I slid the blade again.
“Don’t react, okay?”
Lucca chuckled. “Katia, I hardly speak when I have to, let alone react to games.”
This was true, but…I stopped cleaning the blade and glimpsed up.
Both of his hands grabbed my hips, pulling me closer and his head lowered.
“The only one who tests and causes a reaction out of me is you.”
“I mean it,” I pressed.
