Chapter 75 RAW SPOT.
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I woke up feeling sore all over, and it felt like my body had been wrung out and left to ache. My thighs throbbed with every tiny shift, a deep, pulsing burn that radiated up into my hips, and my waist felt twisted and tender with my muscles protesting.
I turned around on the bed, not even opening my eyes yet, and that’s when the memories hit me like a slap.
Luciano's hands were gripping my thighs, and spreading them wide, his cock thrusting deep inside me, filling me up until I couldn't think straight. My eyes snapped open, and I sprang up, my heart pounding.
I was still naked, and my skin was sticky with dried sweat and cum, so I grabbed the duvet in a panic, yanking it over my chest to cover my breasts and the marks he'd left on my skin. The fabric scratched against my sensitive nipples, making me wince. My pussy clenched involuntarily at the rush of how he had fucked me hard against the wall, then on the bed, pounding into me until I came screaming his name. God, the way he'd made me beg for it, and the way my voice broke as I pleaded for more.
I looked around the room first, and relief washed over me when I realized I was alone and there sign of him lurking in the corners. Then my gaze landed on the wall clock, and my stomach dropped.
“Shit!” I exclaimed, bolting upright, the duvet clutched tighter. It was past 2 p.m. If my memory was right, I'd first woken up around 6 or 7 a.m.
How the hell had I slept that long?
Panic surged through me, hot and sharp in my chest.
It was a workday, and I had an important appointment with the client, and there were deadlines breathing down my neck, and emails were probably piling up. My morning had already started like crap with the pounding headache from last night's drinks, and now I'd topped it off by letting Luciano fuck me senseless.
Sex, fuck, sex!
The thought looped back, unbidden, and my pussy clenched again, a traitorous spark of pleasure rippling through the soreness. Heat flushed my cheeks as I remembered how I'd begged him to fuck me harder with my nails digging into his back, and legs wrapped around his waist.
And worse, how I'd called him 'Hubby' in the heat of it, the word tumbling out like I meant it, like we were something more than this a messy couple.
Oh, please, God. I needed to get out of this bed, shower off the evidence, and salvage what was left of my day. I swung my legs over the edge, ignoring the fresh throb in my thighs, when the door handle turned with a soft click. My eyes widened, pulse spiking. I froze, too late to flop back down and pretend I was still asleep.
The door pushed open, and there he was, Luciano, stepping in with that casual stride, his shirt untucked, and his hair tousled like he hadn't bothered fixing it after whatever he'd been doing.
He paused, taking me in, and then a low laugh rumbled from his chest. “For a second there, I thought you were dead. You've been out cold for hours and I thought maybe I fucked you into a coma.”
I hissed through my teeth, yanking the duvet higher to shield my body, my cheeks burning. “Shut up, Luciano. It is not funny.” My voice came out sharper than I intended, but the soreness between my legs made it hard to sit still as every shift was sending a reminder of how he'd stretched me.
He smirked, closing the door behind him and leaning against it with eyes raking over me without shame. “What are you covering up for? I've seen it all already, every inch. It is all imprinted in my head, baby. The way your tits bounced when I was pounding into you, and the way your pussy gripped my cock like it never wanted to let go.”
Heat flooded me, a mix of embarrassment and that damn lingering arousal. I glared at him, clutching the duvet like a lifeline. “Yeah, well, some of us like a little privacy after. Unlike you, apparently.” My thighs pressed together under the covers, the ache intensifying at his words, my core still slick from earlier.
He pushed off the door, chuckling again. “Food is waiting for you in the dining room. Come eat before it gets cold. You need to refuel after that workout.”
I didn't move, rooted to the spot, my mind racing with the panic of the clock and the way my body betrayed me with every throb. He raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. “What, too sore to walk? I can carry you if you want. Pretty sure your legs aren't working right.”
I snapped, my temper flaring hot. “Stop teasing me, or I'm going to kill you. Just back off.” The words lashed out, but underneath, my waist twinged as I shifted, a dull ache from how he'd held me down, thrusting relentlessly.
He didn't flinch. Instead, he moved right over to the bed, kneeling beside me so his face was level with mine. His hand came up, gentle fingers sweeping my tangled hair back from my face, and tucking it behind my ear. The touch was soft, almost tender, and it made my stomach twist. “Stop pouting, sunshine. Come and eat. You will feel better after.”
I slapped his hand away, the sting of my palm against his skin echoing the burn in my chest. “Don't act like we're close. We only had sex, and that is freaking normal. Nothing more.” My voice cracked a little, but I forced it steady, ignoring the way my heart hammered.
I pushed past him, dragging the duvet with me like a shield, wrapping it around my naked body as I stood on my shaky legs. The floor felt cool under my feet, and my muscles protested the effort but still I headed for the bathroom door, desperate for space, and for water to wash away the stickiness between my legs and the confusion in my head.
“I should be telling you that, don't you think?” His voice stopped me cold, low and even, cutting through the air.
I turned, the duvet slipping slightly at my shoulder, exposing the curve of my breast. “What?”
He stood there, his arms crossed and his expression nonchalant, like we were discussing the weather. “It is nothing serious. Who gets hung up on something as flimsy as sex? Just bodies slapping together, right? No big deal.”
The words landed like a punch, brutal and casual, stripping away any illusion I'd built in my mind. My eyes fluttered, stinging as tears pricked at the corners. I'd said it to spite him, to push him away before he could hurt me, but hearing it thrown back cold, and indifferent words sliced deep.
After the way he'd made me come undone, whispering my name like I mattered? Tears blurred my vision, and without thinking, I released my grip on the duvet. It dropped at my feet, leaving me naked before him.
I didn't care. I turned swiftly, my bare ass flexing as I strode to the bathroom, and the door slammed shut behind me with a bang that rattled the frame.
“Asshole,” I mumbled, my voice breaking as I leaned against the sink, tears finally spilling over. The mirror showed my flushed face, swollen lips from his kisses, and I hated how much it hurt and how his indifference clawed at the raw spot he'd just fucked into existence.
Who gets hung up on sex?
Obviously, me.
And that realization was more annoying than anything I know.