Cara's pov
Luca stilled behind me, gripping tightly on my waist to keep from falling. "Did I hurt you baby?" He asked, his voice so tender, so gentle like it would hurt him if he did hurt me.
It made me bawl harder.
I didn't know why I was suddenly crying. This feeling inside me, it was so overwhelming, so uncontrollable and much bigger than I. Bigger than I could handle and it refused to stop growing, it festered and festered and soon it would eat me whole.
Crash, the voice said I would crash.
Fuck! Who was I kidding? I loved this man, irrevocably. Hopelessly. With all of my heart, soul and body I love Luca Salvatore.
"Bambina-" He soothed, turning me around and pulling me to him and the fear and concern in his eyes pierced into my lovesick heart.
I blew out a pent up breath. "No, Luca. You didn't hurt me. I'm just- I'm just enjoying all of this a little too much."
His grey depths were searching, his hands holding my face like I was a porcelain doll. "You're not lying to me?"
I shook my head, letting out a shaky laugh. "No I'm not. Women cry over things like this all the time." I said, sorry to have thrown my gender under the bus but I didn't know what other excuse to come up with. I couldn't tell him the truth, that I now know I was madly in love with him. In fact, I think I've known for a while but just chose not to accept it. I also might have unknownly loved him since almost the beginning but I'd unpack all of that later. Right now, all I wanted was the sweet, wrecking pleasure he would give me.
The relief emanating from Luca was palpable. "Okay." He exhaled heavily. "It's good you're okay."
I pressed my breast into his chest, his natural heat sending tingles shooting through my nipples. "Yes. Now go back to fucking me."
Lust returned in his eyes and one of his hands left my face, gliding down to my ass. I sucked in a sharp breath when a finger drilled into my wet heat from behind.
"Tell me what you need, bambina."
I rolled my ass against the finger but it wasn't enough. "I need you to fuck me hard until I'm sore, make me come over and over again. I need you to never let me go."
I need you to love me.
Sea storms and thunderstorms clashed in his darkened eyes and I could read the effects of my words on him. I was pushed down, my head connecting with the bed in a soft thump. My knees were jolted apart and Luca settled himself between them.
He raised my tied wrists above my head and locked them in place with a large hand.
"Your wish is my command." His said with a grunt, the both of us ignoring the fact that we had just derailed from our initial agreement.
Luca slapped at my pussy.
Once. Twice. Three times.
Then he thrusted into me, to the hilt and began to fuck me like a possessed man.
I arched off the bed to meet his thrusts and let him wreck my pussy, our eyes not leaving each other. A stray tear tumbled down my cheek and Luca leaned in to kiss it away.
"I will never hurt you baby." He rasped against my cheek before his eyes rose to mine again. "I'd die before I do."
I nodded like a bobblehead. "I know, Luca. I know."
He grunted and pushed harder into me, drawing out several moans from my mouth.
Soon, those moans turned into banshee cries as I erupted inside, quavering and shooting to outer space. Luca came with me and we rode out our ecstasy together, the waves coming over and over again without stop.
Minutes later, we were still shuddering and panting and I almost blurted it then and there that I was in love with him. I contained myself, staying mute as he held on to me, showering soft kisses all over my face and shoulder.
I warned you of the crash 'The voice' echoed in my hazy mind and I buried my face into Luca's hard chest to hide from his mind reading gaze.
Now that I've crashed, I didn't know what to make do of it.
***
"You refused the money?" Luca's tone was incredulous, his hand freezing over the tie he was in the middle of knotting.
I corrected my lipstick at the large, luxury vanity he'd gotten for me. "Yes." I replied flippantly, glancing at his reflection in the wide mirror to catch his reaction.
His eyes were wide with disbelief and amusement so I guess no bout of anger then. I suspected the hot blowjob I'd given him just an hour ago contributed greatly to his currently chill demeanor.
Usually, the man would've been pissed that I let go of a huge sum like twenty-five thousand dollars. He was always frustrated with my indifferent attitude towards huge money, claimed that I'd never be rich if I kept at it. I always responded by telling him choosing to be greedy and obsessed about money wouldn't guarantee I'd have lots of it either.
"Why?" Luca asked, his expression still calm.
It was good to know that we'd still be on good terms by the time we leave for Rico's, God knows I was tired of our constant bickers and altercations.
I made a mental note to always fuck him before discussing serious or sensitive matters. "I don't need money from my mother."
"It wasn't from her but my father."
Exactly.
I rubbed my lips together to blend in my lipstick, avoiding Luca's reflection when I said, "still connected to her."
I didn't want him to know about the bitterness I carried because of Manuel Salvatore. It was one more notch to my mental record of things to cart away if I wanted to continue being with him. Things that should never come into light.
"You need the money bambina."
I turned around to face him, trying to ignore how his pale blue dress shirt fit his muscled torso like a glove. The man was so huge and built it was hard not to be stimulated around him.
I quelled the urge to fan myself. "Of course I do. It's why I work."
Luca resumed knotting his tie, his eyes fixed on me. "You know you don't have to." He said pointedly.
A frown squeezed in my facial muscles. "Yes I do."
"I have more than enough money to take care of you, bambina."
"Well I'm fine with the one I earn."
"You know you could get tenfold of that if only you stop being stubborn."
"I'm not going to take your money Luca."
"Why?"
"Because I didn't earn it. It's as simple as that."
"You don't have to earn everything you receive. Sometimes you have to let someone else gift you."
"Not with money."
Luca finished up with his tie, a ragged sigh leaving him. He regarded me in that calculating manner of his and my hackles rose with suspicion.
"Fine." He snapped. "I'd let it go just because I don't want us to fight over it."
I watched as he ground his jaw, trying his best to bite back whatever he was going to say next. It was probably some asshole shit that would make the fight he wanted to avoid erupt the second the words left him.
I didn't want to fight with him either so I clamped my mouth shut as well.
He slipped into his navy blue jacket. "How many more minutes do you need to get ready?"
I looked back at my reflection and did a quick evaluation. "Five?"
"Make it three, we can't have you arriving late to your precious job."
I whirled around again but he was already walking to the door. "It's your only source of living after all." He said, without even stopping to look.
What a spiteful asshole.
It took all of my self control not to hurl my hairbrush at his receding frame.