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Hell, if this is how he wants to apologize to me foreveryslight that he makes against me in the future, that’s something that I might be able to get used to.
I hear the rustle of his belt and his pants from behind me and, as much as I want him filling me, something is just not ready to surrender to him. It pains me, but I scramble up the bed to get away from that wicked tongue of his.
My thighs clamp together as I spin onto my back and shake my head slowly.
Luca grabs my ankle and yanks me down the bed toward him - and I kick him square in the chest with my other foot.
I hear awhoofof air as it’s knocked out of him and for a moment I wonder if perhaps I’ve taken things too far. Have I crossed the line? Did I actually hurt him?
Then he laughs. It’s a dark, sinister sound that I can feeleverywhere.
“You’re going to pay for that.”
I honestly don’t know what’s come over me. I think some part of me wants to make himearnit for pissing me off. He hurt my feelings earlier, even if he did save my life. So, naturally, I spit in his face.
He snarls and wipes it from his face with one hand and grabs me by the back of my knee. He hauls me down the bed - it’s not much of a struggle, he’s a lot bigger than I am and a hell of a lot stronger.
Luca slaps the insides of my thighs so hard the skin turns a bright, angry red as he scoots up between my thighs, holding them open with his own before he grabs my hips hard enough to bruise and impales me on his hard, waiting cock.
I think I might have blacked out for a second.
I forget how to breathe as the tenderness that lingers from last night is so rudely awoken. He gives me no time to adjust, to even realize what’s happening before he’s thrusting into me again. I think I might have screamed his name. I might be begging for more, or for him to stop, I can’t even tell the sounds coming out of my mouth.
I do know that when my eyes snap open he’s smirking at me as he fucks me relentlessly. I can’t form proper thoughts. My hands reach up to try to reach his head and end up raking down the muscles of his chest hard enough to leave red marks in their wake. With a groan of his own, Luca bends down to kiss me. I bite his lip so hard that it's a wonder I didn’t draw blood… but even that isn’t enough to stop him.
I’ve had my fair share of rough sex, even bordering into kinky territory but this is something else.
This feels like punishment, apology, and claiming all in one.
He’s not giving anything that I can’t take and he’s letting me give it right back to him.
Luca grabs my jaw hard enough to make me wince and I wrap my hand around his wrist. My eyes drag to his, absorbing the weight of whatever this thing that’s passing between us truly is. Something is shifting, something that I can’t fully understand but when my orgasm starts to rock through me, his grip on me tightens.
“Look at me when you cum.” He commands, and I am helpless but to obey.
With every stroke I feel like I’m climbing higher. My legs start to tremble and spasm. My core clenches and I hold onto him with every bit of strength remaining in my limbs as my orgasm seems to stretch onward into forever.
“Fuck, you look so pretty when you fall apart for me. Come on baby girl, just one more.”
I shake my head. I don’t think I’m capable of it.
Luca slaps the side of my face and I snarl at him. My hands beat against his chest but he doesn’t stop. My struggle results in having my head pushed down into the mattress and my leg hooked up and over his shoulder as he keeps fucking me harder, deeper than before from the new almost sideways angle and fuck if I’m not close again. The hand not holding my face into the mattress to muffle my screams of pleasure and protest finds my clit and teases it almost gently before pinching and circling all over again.
This is how I go mad.
Sanity slips from me. My orgasm is a battering ram that shatters me. Fireworks of sensation ripple through me, popping and fizzing as I hear Luca groan with his own before I feel him erupt inside of me, filling me until it starts to leak down my leg and only then Luca relents. Only then he takes mercy on my overstimulated body and pulls me into his lap as he falls onto thebed beside me. Lazy circles drawn into the skin of my back lull me into a sleep that I don’t even mean to fall into.
I shouldn’t trust this man any further than how he knows how to treat my body.
Yet, somehow, in his arms I sleep better than I can ever remember.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
KATYA
The next morning
Turnabout must really be fair play.
