Luca (I Love the Way You Lie #1) (26 page)

He continued his laving of my other nipple, and then added a finger into my needy pussy.
God was good. God was good.
I chanted in my head. His thick, callused fingers fingered me with skilled precision. Three quick orgasms erupted out of me with a cry. One after each finger he added with a pinch of my clit. Believe me, I wanted to cry. It felt so good.

“This pussy of yours is going to be the death of me. It squeezed my fingers like a vice, and I can’t wait to feel it around my cock.” His voice was full of fierce possessiveness. He was clearly as worked up as I was and I couldn’t wait another second to feel his cock filling me.

“I can’t take it,” I screamed.

He made a pouting gesture with his full lips that had me at the edge of another orgasm. I had to bear down hard to keep myself from cumming. “I haven’t had my breakfast yet. I hope you’re not looking to deny a starving man…” He slipped under the sheets and between my legs, lining his mouth up with my pussy. My eyes shut tightly as the first long lick of his tongue hit my senses. He moaned, almost snarling. “I’ve missed you, my love,” he spoke softly.

“I’ve missed you, too,” I whispered back, wanting to cry at the weight of those words and the emotions behind them. It all came rushing forward, hitting me from all sides—the jetsam of past events, struggles, insecurities, walls, shame, anger, frustration, and grief. The air left my lungs in a scream of pleasure as he wrung another powerful orgasm out of me—cleansing my soul. Healed and still drowning in him—he was unmerciful.

He made his way up with an adornment of kisses and licks until he sat, comfortably lining his cock to my pussy. “Once I’m in you again, Allison, I’m never leaving. This is me, reclaiming what is mine.” He pushed in slowly and his eyes held mine.

“Yours.” I repeated the words forever tattooed across my heart. “Truth.”

His eyes smiled. “Truth.” He pushed in to the hilt, robbing me of all breath and thought. Only him—Luca.

I continued to call his name over and over as his cock pummeled my pussy relentlessly. His steady assault was slow at first…then frenzied as his balls slapped my moist, sensitive skin. I opened my legs wider for his girth and my arm fastened into his thick hair. His weight was heavy, but I wanted to feel all of him. Be crushed by him. His hands reached underneath me, lifting me into his forward drive. He drove his cock deeper still, hitting every inch of softness I had to offer. I pushed the hair out of his eyes, kissing him deeply as I did. He tongue fucked my mouth in tandem with his cock until I felt him brace hard and pull out of me.

He continued working his cock with his hand against my pussy until thick, white ropes of cum coated it. He looked down at his handy work, smiling. “Now you’ve been properly fucked and marked by yours truly.” A wicked smirk came across his face. If I weren’t so out of breath, I would have laughed because, despite his age, he still had that young possessiveness to him that I remembered. He was still the same sexual powerhouse.

I realized my feelings were only stronger. There would never be another man that could harness my feelings so completely, and I knew the feeling was mutual. That mutuality led both of us back to each other after all this time. Tangled, sweaty, and exhausted in sheer bliss…I finally had my heart back and I was never going to lose it again…

Work was a blessing. Business was moving forward and it kept my mind occupied, thus solving two problems at once. However, the entire time my hands were busy, I chewed on my feelings for her. Allison proved how deep her love was for me that first week. We were separated only by the hours during work. She understood, listened, and never pushed about why I had left. We spent the rest of our time in bed—fucking.

The few hours apart took a toll on us both. I relished her body and delighted in it in ways I never appreciated before. The stretch of her pussy, sinking deeply into it after a long day, and the way my balls drew up when I smelled her scent. Fuck, I walked around hard all day long. She had
this
adorable little smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose, and the way she squinted up at me when the sun shone in her eyes. I had many new obsessions. All of which were Allison.

I was a sorry bastard, and Archer reminded me of that daily. I took it with a grain of salt. My mood was lighter, my heart fuller, and business was flourishing. I had my suspicions about Archer’s disappearing acts, too. I’d get a call every couple of days from Allison asking if Archer mysteriously left the building. He did. I wasn’t surprised; Melissa was his type of girl. However, I suspected he wasn’t looking forward to any ribbing from me.

And now, out of the blue, I received a directive from my father.

D,

Leave Sterling alone. They’re not a good company and you wouldn’t benefit from having them under Alastair.

He left no salutation, but I knew it was him. I was annoyed. I wanted Sterling for Alastair. Archer and I worked tediously on this deal for weeks. Fuck that shit. I wasn’t backing off it now. I forged through the rest of my unopened emails, deleting his. I wasn’t some little boy easily put off by insinuated threats. I took a few deep breaths and walked over, making myself an espresso. I was tired. There was no sleeping next to Allison. I spent many nights watching and holding her in fear that this wouldn’t be real—a dream I’d wake from, leaving me utterly fucking wrecked. Yet, despite all this happiness, I had a feeling like the other shoe would drop. Uneasy. What the fuck that was…I hadn’t a clue.

Later that week.

While locking my office for the night, I noticed an entertainment tabloid folded back on the coffee table.
My secretary
, I thought. I turned it over, checking the date. Three days ago. It was a picture of Sven and three women—a blonde, brunette, and a ginger. The three women were draped across Sven seductively. His mouth locked to the blonde’s and his hands grabbing the asses of the others. Trash, and he looked trashed. I threw it away and prayed Allison didn’t see it. I knew she didn’t love him, but there was something. And that something I was
not
happy with. She was nurturing, and that nurturing I preferred to be used on me than the likes of Oliver Sven.

Tonight, I was meeting Allison at the gym. I decided it would be in her best interest to learn self-defense. And since I’m too possessive to let another man teach her, I decided to do it. Luckily, I had called ahead to book the gym a few days ago. I’d owe Gunner for this, but it would be worth any price. I didn’t want my Allison in an MMA gym packed with sweaty guys—looking at what’s mine.

I changed into shorts and headed for the speed bag while I waited for her. Every MMA fighter practiced boxing to some extent—a firm believer in hand speed, footwork, accuracy, and endurance. I worked up a nice sweat for the last forty-five minutes, my muscles warmed and ready. I looked at my watch and grabbed for my water.

A low whistle echoed. “Damn, that’s all I’m saying.”

I smiled, gulping thirstily. Her shapely thighs in tight capri leggings with a matching bra-type top. Thankfully, I took the initiative to shut down this fucking place. Every fighter’s eyes would be on my girl.

“No freakin’ way am I getting through this without my hands all over those…”

I tightened my abs, making them dance one by one. As she rounded me, her hands were already skimming along my stomach. “I love when your hands are on me, fancy-face. But if you continue to rub me like that, you’ll have to pay the toll.” I pointed to my hard-on that tented my shorts.

“Ha. You say that like it’s a punishment. Look at you all sweaty and godly. You deserve to be sucked off looking like that.” Her eyes were trained on mine. I knew she was serious, and not that I would ever deter her. She had a fan-fuckin-tastic mouth that could bring any man to orgasm in minutes. She lowered to her knees and dipped her hand into the seam of my shorts, pulling my cock free. “This”—she licked my crown with a swirl, catching my sensitive under-girth—”has been on my mind all day.” Her mouth moved over the top, taking nearly all of me in.

I locked my knees and fed her the other half. “Fuck,” I growled, rolling my neck.

“That sound right there, that’s what I’m after. I want to hear
that
growly voice in the back of your throat.” Her hand played with my balls and her words fucked with my mind.
Incorrigible and mine
, I thought.

“Keep talking those dirty words, pretty girl, and I’m going to explode in your mouth and down that dimpled chin of yours.” I thought I heard her mumble something, but my concentration was on the barreling orgasm heading my way. My hand threaded through her hair as my thrust picked up earnestly.

She reached up, pinching her nipple, moaning, and my cock erupted. Time stopped, my hips still pumping, and my cum shot down the back of her throat. I was in rapture watching her tiny throat swallow my load. I would never get used to this pleasure. It was too fucking good. I helped her up, handing her my water, in which she brushed off. Something about liking the taste of me and she didn’t need to water it down. I kissed her hard, thanking her for the most welcomed hello to a long ass day.

After warming her up on the treadmill, we moved to the heavy bag, where I went through some basic strikes and kicks. She moved easily and with grace. Her movements were fluid, effortless, and relaxed. She moved her long, lean body through the paces with beauty. “This sport is about intensity, and pure conditioning.”

“Duly noted,” she said seductively, hitting the heavy bag.

I smirked and added, “It’s a battle of will, and nothing destroys it like fatigue.”

“Take me to the mat already.” She breathed through and punched me square in the gut. It was a solid shot, but I was always ready.

“Oh, you’re going to be sorry, fancy face.” I walked her to the cage, opening it for her to enter.

“Wow, this is…overwhelming and sick. You guys beat each other’s asses in here?” she whispered in awe, stepping along the outside and feeling the cage as she went.

“Yep,” I said, watching her carefully. My eyes were on her ass as she strode the cage. She was quiet, and I wondered if she was afraid.

I swallowed the lump in my throat when she spun around, extending her fist. Then she laughed. “Let’s see, you badass motherfucker.” Her smile was sweet, but the flicker in her eyes was taunting me. For that, I’d gladly punish her.

With a clean sweep of my leg, I swept hers under her, taking her to the mat easily. I was on her in an instant. Face-to-face, eye-to-eye, her groan fueled my ever-present hard cock.

My chest was tight with the realization that I could have hurt her. I asked, “Are you okay?”

“Pfft, please.” She scrunched her nose up at me and I kissed it. “This was my goal the whole time.” The rasp in her voice sent a shiver through my already aching hard-on. As much as I wanted to gouge myself on that fine pussy, I was hell-bent on instructing her first.

I gave her a hand up. “Fighting first…fucking next.”

She stuck her tongue out. I ignored it and went about teaching her a few types of arm bars, which she was completely comfortable with as quickness was on her side. But more than the moves themselves, she showed me her sincerity in learning the art, her confidence, and natural ability to fight rather than submit. I reveled in that. My girl was a badass. And I was comfortable knowing if someone attacked her, she wouldn’t be so vulnerable.

A long moment passed where all instruction stopped and conversation seized, leaving me lost in the depths of her eyes. Staring down at her beneath me, spread across the mat and vulnerable—need arose. My eyes focused on her lush, pink lips and sassy smirk. She turned me on. I lowered my head, taking full advantage of her. She rose up, planting her feet firm on the mat, and bucked me off, flipping me to my back. Of course, I let her with pleasure.

A haunted look floated across her eyes. “Promise you’ll never leave me again, Luca.”

And there it was. No pretense and all vulnerability from past scars. This was my doing, and I accepted full responsibility in healing her. And I would. Her words gripped my heart in a chokehold. “Never. I will never leave you again. I swear it. This is the truth I’ll live by every day until it’s your truth.” I would spend the rest of my days on this earth reminding her every morning, and every night beside me. My sins, I vowed to wash from her tongue and heart. God, help me. I would…