Chapter 73 WHO CARES?
\~~~RAINA.
Oh, whatever, just whatever! But before I could even process that, his mouth crashed onto mine without warning, and it was hot and demanding. I hissed against his lips, my body tensing as his tongue pushed in, tasting me like he owned every inch.
He broke the kiss just enough to whisper, “Why? You want this, no?” His breath was warm on my skin, and his eyes were dark with hunger.
“What I want is for you to leave me the fuck alone,” I groaned, shoving at his chest, but my voice came out weaker than I intended.
He chuckled low, the sound vibrating through me. “You wish,” he said, his fingers hooking the last bit of my bra that was barely hanging on. He tugged it away slowly, letting it fall to the floor, leaving my breasts bare to the cool air.
“Luciano, no.” My heart pounded, a mix of fear and something hotter twisting in my gut.
“Funny how you think you have a say in this,” he whispered, his big hand cupping my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple until it hardened under his touch.
“I swear I am going to…” My words cut off as a moan slipped out, unbidden, when he squeezed just right. Before I could recover, his mouth covered mine again, swallowing my protest in a deep, bruising kiss.
This was not supposed to happen again. Not for the second time at least.
This man… he is not mine. I shouldn’t be doing this. If one day my sister, Talia, returns, how do I let go without hanging on to these memories?
The thought burned, and Talia’s face flashed in my mind. She is one who was supposed to be here, the one Luciano thought I was. I was just the replacement, the stand-in who stepped in when she ran away on her wedding day. He didn’t even know the truth yet, and here I was, letting him touch me like this. I had to stop it.
I pushed hard against him, twisting away with all my strength. But Luciano didn’t budge. His grip tightened, and with a rough shove, and he pushed me back onto the bed. The mattress dipped under my weight, and in a blink, his hands were at my waistband, yanking my trousers down my legs along with my panties. Cool air hit my skin, and I lay there naked beneath him, exposed and vulnerable.
“You are going to regret this, Luciano,” I spat, my voice shaking as I tried to sit up.
“Regret? How so? Is there a law that forbids fucking my own wife?” He grinned mischievously, his eyes raking over my body like he was already claiming it.
Before I could snap back, his finger slid between my legs, pushing into my pussy without warning. I gasped, my walls clenching around the intrusion.
“Asshole!” I grunted, but a moan followed right after as he curled his finger inside me.
“You pretend as if you hate this, but see you, soaked for me. What a pretty little slut.” His voice was rough, and teasing as he pumped his finger slowly.
“Don’t call me such!” I snapped, my hips betraying me by lifting toward his hand.
“What? Slut? You are my slut, baby girl. Minee.” He added another finger, thrusting deeper, and I moaned louder, my body arching despite my mind screaming to fight.
“You are so delusional if you think you own me just because of this. You must have so much confidence in that little rod between your legs,” I said, my breath ragged, trying to hit where it hurt.
“Little rod?” He pulled his fingers out suddenly, his brows furrowing. For a moment, I thought he was pissed by my words, and a spark of triumph flickered in me.
“I will make you regret that statement, Solnishko.” His tone was low, and dangerous.
“Why? Is your ego hurt?” I laughed, but it came out shaky.
In one swift move, he stripped off his clothes, tossing them aside. He stood bare in front of me, and my laugh died in my throat.
I am suddenly regretting having said those words because there was nothing small about this monster staring at me.
His cock was thick and long, veined and hard, and it was jutting out like a threat. Of course, I had just said that to provoke him, but now that he had threatened to make me regret it, I could only wonder if I should pretend to faint or just accept my fate. My mouth went dry, heat pooling low in my belly.
Luciano grabbed my neck, pulling me forward roughly, and shoved his dick right inside my mouth. My eyes widened in horror and fear as the salty taste filled me, and his girth stretched my lips wide.
“It is small, isn’t it? Now, take it like the good girl you are,” His grip was tight around my neck, holding me in place.
I should pull away, not like I could if I wanted to, as the man’s grip was tight around my neck, but it was the thought that counts, right? Instead, I found myself sucking him, gently at first.
My tongue swirled around the head, tracing the ridge as I bobbed my head, taking more of him in. He was so big, filling my mouth, pressing against the back of my throat. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, my hands coming up to grip his thighs for balance.
I peeked up at his face through my lashes, and the pleasure spreading across it made my core tighten. His eyes were half-lidded, his jaw clenched, and a low groan escaped him as I sucked him deeper.
Seeing that and knowing I was doing this to him made me want to do more. I took him further, my lips sliding down his shaft, and tongue pressing flat against the underside. Saliva dripped down my chin as I sucked, bobbing faster, and my own arousal building from the sounds he made. His hips twitched, pushing slightly, and I gagged a little but didn’t stop, hollowing my cheeks tighter, and swirling my tongue around the tip each time I pulled back.
“Fuck, yes, just like that,” he growled, his fingers tightening in my hair. I kept going, lost in the rhythm, the way his cock throbbed in my mouth, the musky scent of him filling my senses. I wanted to hear him lose control, to push him further, even as my mind whispered this was wrong.
That I should not be doing this.
That it was inappropriate, and wrong.
But, hey!
Who cares?
Finally, he pulled my head back with a firm yank, and I gagged hard, coughing as strings of spit connected us. My lips felt swollen, and my chest heaving. Before I could catch my breath, he pushed me back until my back touched the bed, parting my legs wide with his knees.
Then, without a word, he dove between my thighs, his mouth latching onto my pussy. His tongue flicked over my clit, and I screamed, my hands flying to his hair. He sucked hard, lips sealing around the sensitive nub, while his tongue delved inside me, lapping at my folds.
“Oh god, Luciano!” I twisted my nipples between my fingers, pinching them as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I yanked his head closer, grinding against his face, and his beard scraped my inner thighs.
He ate me like a starving man, his tongue thrusting in and out of my entrance, and then circling my clit with firm strokes. My hips bucked, screams tearing from my throat as he sucked my clit into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to make me shudder. Juices coated his chin, and he groaned into me, the vibration sending shocks through my body.
God, I have never felt this good. This man was perfect, and I hated that I was admitting that, even in my head. My legs trembled, and my toes curled as he slipped two fingers back inside, curling them against that spot while his tongue worked relentlessly.
Ouuu, tewwww good!