Cara's pov
A simple task like unlocking my apartment door was suddenly a very challenging one. My hands were shaky, Luca's were impatient. We needed to fuck each other before we went mad with desire.
The door be damned.
"Fuck it." I whispered as I bounded on him, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
Luca pinned me up against the stupid door, the both of us practically trying to eat our mouths off as we kissed with ferocity.
His hands on my body were so rough I was sure to have bruises all over by the time we were done. Not that it mattered to me, in fact, in some sick and twisted way, I loved the idea of Luca leaving evidence of his unhinged desire for me on my skin.
He growled into my throat, his fingers digging into the sides of my ribcage. "Can't… can't get enough of your taste." He spoke in harsh breaths against my lips.
My response was a tighter grip on his neck, wanting more of his breathtaking kisses, his hypnotizing spicy cologne, his overall nearness. "Then don't stop having it."
I was hiked higher against the door and the heat in those beautiful eyes of his stole my breath and shook my heart. A wicked glint appeared in them and my sleeveless top was ripped off without warning. I gasped at the now shredded thing hanging loosely on my waist.
Luca buried his face in the crook of my neck, nipping and sucking so hard as he undid the fly of my jeans before dragging it down my ass. I quickly removed myself from him to pull it all the way off then wrapped back around him.
A groan tore out of me when he palmed my throbbing panty-soaked pussy. I began to grind needily against him, my eyes fluttering close at the delicious friction.
"I love it when you're so eager." His deep voice drawled in my ear. "Eager for my hands, eager for my c0ck."
I ground against his hands even harder. "Luca, please."
He stilled and I opened my eyes to find a feverish look in his gaze. My pussy throbbed harder irrespective of the realization that I'd just begged him
The man had made good on his promise, he now owned my desire and I was never going to feel the same when he left.
There was no going back to before him, only the devastation that was after him. No man will ever fill his shoes, no man will ever fill the void he was sure to leave in my heart that was growing weaker against his beautiful eyes, his sexy body, his filthy words, his possessiveness and everything that was Luca Salvatore. And the sickest thing was I was doing nothing to fight it. A bystander to my own ruin.
Luca's tone dropped lower. "I love it even more when you beg."
A ripping sound followed the words and my now torn lacy panties dropped to the floor.
That was two pieces of my cheap, limited wardrobe rendered useless but I couldn't find it in my lust-hazed mind to care.
Luca pulled down his pants that he hadn't bothered to zip up after the blow job I gave him in the car.
My throat went dry, eagerness flooding my body when his hard, jutting c0ck sprang forth.
He stroked the length, and my eyes ate up the movement of his hand.
Luca's gaze was static on me. "It has never wanted any woman the way it wants you." He inched closer, nudging my entrance.
"And he's desperate to own you." He growled, plunging into me.
Tears burned at the back of my eyes and a whimpering sound poured from my quivering lips as he drove all the way until he was fully lodged inside me, our bodies merged into one.
I was complete.
I hadn't missed the slip up of the pronouns and it didn't look like he'd noticed his error. If only he knew how he already owned me.
I allowed myself a little slip of my own in my head, letting myself think that we were something more, that right now wasn't just a moment of hot, mind-blowing sex but something much deeper and devout and real.
Luca drew out and plunged into me again and again and again, his thrusts growing frantic and harder. So hard I was afraid the door would come off its hinges but I couldn't find it in me to care.
More, I wanted more.
I tightened my legs around his waist, pulling myself higher to take his thrusts even better as he drove me to the brink of ruinous euphoria.
"Just like that, fuck me harder." I cried as he impaled me deeper. White spots exploded behind my eyes and I felt like a rocket about to launch.
"You take me so well." Luca grunted against my ear. "Goddammit bambina, your pussy is so perfect. You're so perfect."
I clenched around him, turned on by the praise. He growled, nipping my earlobe as his hips were punishing against mine.
A cry left me when he reached down and bit the top of my boob flesh, soothing the pain with the swirly motions of his wet tongue. White-hot pleasure ripped through me and tears trickled from my eyes. He continued to mark my breasts with his painfully delicious hickeys all the while slamming into me and playing me with wicked precision until I writhed with mindless pleasure.
"Yes baby, come all over my c0ck."
I got to paradise, bucking like an unbroken filly, wild and out of control. My pulse thundered, my fingers dug into the back of his neck, my lips fell open in a banshee-like cry that was abruptly cut off when he crushed his lips on mine, his tongue slipping between them ruthlessly.
I momentarily forgot about oxygen, drawing all my source of life from his hot, bruising mouth. We kissed and kissed as the fireworks of my release erupted inside me, Luca's d i c k going in and out of my quaking p u s s y unrelentingly, his own release imminent.
I constricted ruthlessly around him, over and over, wanting him to shatter just as I had.
"F u c k!" Luca bellowed as he threw his head back, his entire body rattling and shaking against me as pure, undiluted ecstasy shot out of him and into me.
It was the most beautiful sight, this powerful mafia don, trembling before me, his gorgeous face etched with dark pleasure, his muscles bunched and heated and glistening with sweat. His hair was also damp and sticky with the erotic wetness that smelled of both his luxury fragrance and his natural, enticing scent.
Fuck.
It made me clench around him again, my numb body slowly coming back to life. I was utterly awestruck by how I was still able to want him right after the toe-curling, bone-racking orgasm I just had.
Air hissed out through his teeth and his blazing gaze rested on mine. It was at this moment I realized with a sinking feeling that I was falling madly for him and it was no slow, gentle process like a smooth dive into a pool but rather a wild, reckless fall like bungee jumping.
My lungs twisted and my breathing ceased. I couldn't help but wonder how we'd gone from a drunk one night stand to this.
Our chests heaved in sync as we held each other with our hands and our eyes. Time lost its meaning as he consumed me with his fervent gaze and if it wasn't for his body pressed against me, I might have slid to the floor like a noodle.
"What are you thinking?" I asked in a breathless whisper because I was desperate to know if his thoughts were even a fraction similar to mine.
The silence coming from him hammered at my chest with rising force but I waited, not backing down until he finally gave me answer.
"That you've fucked me up, everything about you, and I can't even fault you for it or wish that you didn't."
Heaviness pooled low in my stomach, thick and molten like lava as goosebumps peppered my skin. His words still held a vagueness to it, one that left the question of whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. But I wanted it to be both.
I bit my lips, trying to contain my euphoria that he didn't want to fight whatever it is that he felt. It was pathetic how delighted I was, his words didn't even come close to a proper confession but I ate it all up shamelessly.
"Sono pazzo di te." He added and although I knew whatever he said for his benefit alone and he was likely not going to translate that, I asked anyway.
"What does that mean?"
His c0ck –I had forgotten was still inside me– stirred, eliciting a suck of air from me.
"It means I want to fuck you again."
A lie, but I was currently too aroused to call bullshit. I wanted him to fuck me too and right now. "Then do it."
"Oh I will. It's all I'm going to do until you can no longer move." He grabbed my waist and pulled me away from the creaking door. "Now open this door before I break it down."
I immediately did as he commanded, willing the lock to turn because he will break down my door and I was already in a stitch with rent and didn't need a broken door to add to my debt list. The task was quite difficult, seeing as I tried to do it with my legs still wrapped around Luca, my body turned at an awkward angle as I fussed with lock.
It finally clicked open and relief, trepidation and anticipation all flooded me at once as Luca pushed us inside and shut the damned thing.