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I lift her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I plop her onto the dresser and bring her close to me. “Heaven, I’d rather physically take a knife to my hand and split it open than willingly hurt you, baby. Please know that.”
She drops her head into the crook where my shoulder meets my neck. “Luc, I should have known. Fuck, I’m so sorry.”
“Oh, baby, there’s nothing to be sorry about. But you have to share it all with me because I’m in, one hundred percent in, and losing you isn’t an option.”
“You know, right? That hasn’t changed.”
“I know, baby, but right now, there’s something you need, and I plan to give it to you.”
“What’s that?” Her question is so innocent.
I’ve just found out someone has put my livelihood in jeopardy, but this problem will still be here tomorrow. Anisten needs me now.
“I’m going to fully fuck you until you realize I’m in so deep that you’re never getting rid of me.”
And it’s what I’ll do as I carry her over to her bed. It’s a good thing I packed everything I need for tonight.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
I’m going to fully fuck you until you realize I’m in so deep that you’re never getting rid of me.
Those words fuel my emotions and my desire for him.
“I’m yours, every bit of me belongs to you, Luca De Santos.”
His arms wrap around me, carrying me to my bed, and he lays me down gently, pulling off my bottoms. “Goddamn it, Heaven, no panties. Fuck, you know what I like.”
This makes me grin, a challenge of sorts when he doesn’t simply remove my top but rips it down the middle. “If it’s ruined, you can’t wear it. I like the idea of you with less clothes to cover your gorgeous tits.” He dips his head down, crashing a kiss onto my lips. “I’ll worship your body tonight in a way where you’ll never forget what you do to me, Anisten.”
“Promise?” I sass a little.
“Oh, you’re asking for it, baby. And fuck, I plan to give it to you.” His duffle bag somehow made its way up to my room as he waited for me. “Spread those legs and those arms.”
He has four, count them, four sets of handcuffs. But two sets look a little larger, and as he reaches for my feet, I understand they’re for my ankles. “I can watch you all night confined for me, and only me.”
His intentions send shivers down my spine as he moves to the top of the headboard and finishes with my wrists.
He pulls something from his duffle I’ve only seen at the club. It looks like an old-school feather duster my grandma used to clean her cabinets and furniture. In his other hand is a mask.
“When one of your senses is hindered, your other senses work overtime to compensate.”
He lifts my head, gently cupping the back of my neck and sliding it over my eyes.
Using my ears to focus on my surroundings, I can make out he’s still riffling through his bag. There’s a noise, a small flick. And a jasmine scent saturates the room, a calming effect. A candle maybe?
The feathery device hits my body, my nipples specifically, and the sensation is almost too much to take. It travels down the length of me, barely making contact.
The moment the tickler hits my pussy, the light strokes have my breathing labored as my orgasm builds. I’ve been with Luca enough to know not to get used to it. A wave begins through my stomach, but he withdraws his device of torturous pleasure.
“If you’re going to come, it’ll be my cock that sends you into a mind-numbing orgasm.”
He doesn’t take my blindfold off but pushes inside of me with slow strokes, the pad of his thumb rubbing my clit. His teeth clench down on my nipples. “Goddammit, Anisten. What you do to me.”
He wraps his arms around my body, fingers scraping down my back. “Tomorrow, I’ll see my marks on your beautiful skin. Then I’ll bend you over again and fuck you because everything that is you belongs to me.”
His breathing hitches, pushing inside me, only to pull out, his body over mine. “I’ll jerk off in the shower thinking of my marks on your back.” He slams back into me, his fingers dancing around to the front of my body. The breath of his mouth hits my neck, biting me as his lips find my nipples, again. He sucks them until my whimpers mold into screams because he knows exactly how I need to be fucked.
He buries himself deep. His hands move up and down me as if he can’t stand to take them off of me. With one last thrust, my body quakes around him.
