Chapter 47 TO ME.
\~~~RAINA.
I looked at him and my entire body immobilized as the duvet tossed aside on the floor. Still tingling from my own touch just moments ago. My thighs were glistening, my nipples stiff, from the air and my heart was pounding so loudly I could swear the entire room was listening.
Luciano merely remained at the foot of the bed, arms folded, his gaze. Unnervingly composed. As if he had caught me folding clothes or something than laying bare on his sheets groaning his name like a frantic fool.
“Why… why didn’t you knock?" I whispered again, my voice trembling and weak. I hugged my knees closer in an attempt to shield myself a bit. It didn’t help.
He turned his head slowly. "My home. My space. My wife." His tone was deep, coarse as if he’d been smoking or the like. "Didn’t figure I had to knock to check on what’s mine.”
My cheeks felt aflame, likely resembling a tomato. "I assumed you were away for weeks.”
“I wasn’t truthful." He moved forward by a step. "Returned home sooner than expected. Lucky that I did.”
I gulped sharply. My body still burned from what I had done. Now he was present gazing at me like that and I despised how my foolish cunt tightened merely from hearing his voice.
“If only we could act as if this never occurred…" I muttered, tugging the sheet up slightly despite it concealing anything.
He chuckled, gentle yet somewhat cruel. "Forget?" He moved closer. "Honey, you were yelling my name loudly. I could hear you all the way from the corridor.”
I wished the bed would engulf me completely. "I didn’t… I mean… it wasn’t really that loud.”
He stood at the edge of the bed gazing down at me sprawled out disheveled and soaked. "You said fuck, Luciano like that more forcefully. You pleaded for my cock as if you were desperate for it.”
“Quit saying that " I murmured, clenching my eyes tightly as if that could make him vanish.
He didn’t. The mattress sank as he took a seat. "Watch me.”
I nodded my head side to side.
“Talia." His tone deepened, menacing. "Wake up.”
I did. I just couldn’t resist.
He was within reach, and I could catch the scent of his cologne and that irritatingly masculine aroma that always scrambled my thoughts. His hand rose gently swept a lock of hair from my cheek glided down my neck across my collarbone halting just above my chest.
“You missed me " he stated, not asking.
“No.” Lie. Big fat lie.
His thumb grazed my nipple. I inhaled sharply arching my back before I could prevent it.
“Your body tells a story." His hand moved downward gliding over my stomach pausing above where I was still pulsating. "You’re drenched, darling. Wetting my sheets.”
I attempted to shut my legs. He easily forced them apart with just one hand. "Don’t try to avoid me ”
“Luciano please…" I hadn’t the slightest idea what I was pleading for.
He bent closer his lips, near my ear. "Tell me to go if that’s what you want and truly mean it.”
I parted my lips and no words emerged.
He grinned as his face touched my skin. "That’s what I figured.”
Then his hand moved between my legs, two fingers pressing inside me slowly and deeply.
I groaned sharply, my hips thrusting uncontrollably.
“Damn you are so tight " he whispered, moving slowly. "You have been thinking about my dick all week, haven’t you?”
I nodded off though my body was already responding to his fingers seeking more.
He bent them and struck the place. I shouted in pain.
“That’s enough " he murmured, tone low. "Touch my fingers like you did before I came in.”
I despised him. Detested the way it pleased me. I loathed how my legs spread apart.
He withdrew his fingers. Placed them at my lips. "Try your flavor.”
I shifted my gaze.
He pushed them in regardless. "Suck."
I did. Savored my taste, on his skin and groaned like a vixen.
He moaned, eyes dark. "Well done.”
He then rose, slid his sweatpants down his cock jutting out firm and thick, already dripping.
Saliva gathered in my mouth. Oh God how much I despised myself.
“Get down on your knees " he commanded.
I stayed still, staring deep into his piercing ones.
He seized my hair, yanking me up until I was kneeling on the mattress. "I told you to get on your knees.”
I fell down onto the floor and he forced my head downward until his penis was in front of me. "Open.”
I did.
He pushed in fully pulling my lips wide and reaching the back of my throat. I choked, tears forming in my eyes. He kept me positioned like that.
“Grab it " he snarled, hips shifting. "Swallow it as if you’d been fantasizing about it.”
He pleasured my mouth slowly, quickly saliva dripping down my chin, tears streaming down my cheeks. My vagina was pulsating intensely as I rubbed against the air.
He withdrew, lightly struck my cheek with his cock. "Flip over. Butt up.”
I nodded, trembling.
He gave my butt a smack. "You didn’t get this.”
Another slap. Harder.
"Yes," I wept.
He drove into me with a push.
I shouted. This was wrong. This was so wrong, but I hated the way my body was reacting to it and I wanted more. I needed more.
He fucked me intensely without mercy the bed crashing against the wall my moans shifting into sobs.
He circled his hand fingertips, on my clit. "Come " he commanded.
I did. It was so intense I saw stars with my pussy tightening around him.
He continued until I reached climax more then withdrew, forced me down onto my knees and ejaculated over my tongue and face.
Then he kissed me roughly, savoring his flavor.
“You belong to me " he murmured, claiming
I groaned at the obsession in his tone.
My body was now his, even if I despised it.