Chapter 97 Argument

Chapter 97 Argument
Luca's Pov

We drove to the house that night rather than staying in the city.
It happened because neither of us moved toward their separate apartment when we left the office and the car went in the direction of the house and that was where we ended up.
The drive was quiet. The kind where both people are holding something and have decided not to start the conversation in a moving vehicle.

At the house I unlocked the door and went inside. Elena came in after me and dropped her bag on the kitchen table and turned to face me.

"Say it," she said.

"You went to meet someone without telling me," I said. "Someone connected to the federal investigation. And you made a calculation that the timing justified not telling me."
"Yes," she said. "I made that call."
"The timing did not justify it," I said. "You could have sent me one message. I have a meeting with a bureau contact. Ten words, you chose not to."
"I chose to see what he had first," she said. "Before it became something you had to respond to."
"That is not your call to make," I said.
"It is exactly my call to make," she said. "When it involves my former colleagues and my former office, the initial assessment is mine.
That is not a betrayal of what we agreed. That is me managing my own connections."
"We agreed no more pieces," I said.
"I told you everything the same day," she said. "That is not pieces. That is timing."
"The timing created a window where Victor could photograph the meeting and send it to me before you had explained it," I said. "That window should not have existed."
"No," she said. "It should not have. I have said that."
"You have said it twice now," I said. "Both times after I pushed on it."
We stood in the kitchen with the argument between us. Not the quiet kind. The kind that had heat in it. The kind that came from two people who both believed they were right about different aspects of the same thing.
"Victor sent the photographs to create exactly this," she said.
"I know that," I said.
"He wants us arguing," she said. "He wants the doubt between us."
"I know that too," I said. "Knowing it does not make the doubt disappear."
"Then let me take it away," she said. She crossed the kitchen to where I was standing and looked up at me. "Ask me whatever you need to ask. I will answer it."
"Did you consider not telling me at all," I said.
"No," she said. "Not for one second."
"Did Marcus ask you to keep any part of it back," I said.
"No," she said. "He said he expected me to tell you."
"Is there anything else from the meeting that you did not include in what you told me," I said.
"No," she said. "I told you everything."
I held her gaze. I was looking for the thing I had looked for in her face a hundred times. 
The gap between what she was saying and what was true. It was not there. It had not been there for months.
"I know," I said.
"Then stop treating this like the old situation," she said. "Because it is not the old situation."
"I know it is not," I said.
"But you keep reaching for the old response," she said. "The doubt. The suspicion. It is automatic."
"Yes," I said. "It is automatic. I am working on it."
"Work faster," she said.
I looked at her. There was a particular quality to the way she was standing. Present, frustrated and not stepping back from either.
I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against me. I kissed her hard, almost punishing. She kissed me back just as angry, biting my lip. I pushed her backward until her back hit the large couch.
I yanked her shirt up and over her head. She pulled my shirt open, buttons flying. I unhooked her bra and threw it across the room. Her hands opened my belt and shoved my pants down. 
My cock sprang out, already rock hard. I pushed her skirt up to her waist, ripped her panties down her legs, and kicked them away.
I spun her around and bent her over the back of the couch. Her ass was right there. I spread her legs wider with my knee and pushed two fingers straight into her pussy. 
She was wet. I fucked her with my fingers fast and rough while my other hand slapped her ass.
“You don’t meet with him again,” I said through gritted teeth, pumping my fingers deeper.
“Fuck you, Luca,” she moaned, but pushed back against my hand.
I pulled my fingers out, lined up my cock, and slammed into her in one hard thrust. She cried out. I fucked her deep and fast, my hips slamming against her ass. 
The couch moved forward with every thrust. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back while I pounded her pussy.
I pulled out, turned her around, and lifted her onto the wide arm of the couch. I pushed her legs wide open and drove back inside her.
This time I could see her face. Her tits bounced hard as I fucked her. I leaned down and sucked on her nipples, biting them lightly while my cock kept driving into her.
Elena wrapped her legs around me and dug her nails into my back. “Harder,” she demanded.
I fucked her even rougher, the sound of our bodies slapping together loud in the living room. I reached between us and rubbed her clit fast with my thumb. 
She came the first time like that, her pussy squeezing my cock tight, her mouth open in a loud moan.
I didn’t stop. I pulled out, picked her up, and carried her to the coffee table. I laid her on her back on the hard surface. I hooked her legs over my shoulders and pushed back inside.
The new angle let me go very deep. I fucked her with long, powerful strokes, watching my cock disappear into her pussy again and again.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I said, breathing hard.
“I’m yours,” she answered, eyes locked on mine. “But you’re mine too.”
I kept thrusting. Sweat ran down my chest. Elena rubbed her own clit while I fucked her. She came a second time, her body shaking on the table. I pulled out and sat on the couch, pulling her onto my lap facing me.
She sank down onto my cock and started riding me hard. She bounced up and down, her tits in my face. I sucked and bit them while she fucked herself on me. 
I gripped her ass and helped her move faster. The wet sounds of her pussy taking my cock filled the room.
We moved to the floor. I laid her on her back on the carpet and climbed between her legs. I pushed back inside and fucked her slow and deep for a while, grinding against her clit with every thrust. 
Then the anger and need took over again. I sped up, pounding into her. Elena wrapped her arms and legs around me and held on tight.
“I love you,” I said against her neck as I fucked her.  
“I love you too,” she moaned back.
I felt her pussy start to pulse again. I thrust deep and stayed there as she came a third time. Her walls squeezed me so hard I couldn’t hold back anymore.
I pulled out, stroked my cock twice, and came all over her stomach and breasts in thick streams. I kept pumping until every drop was on her skin.
We stayed on the floor, breathing hard. I grabbed my discarded shirt and cleaned her stomach and chest gently. Then I cleaned between her legs.
Elena sat up and leaned against me. The anger had burned out, leaving only exhaustion and the need to stay close.
I reached for my phone after a few minutes to check the security camera app. The habit, every night. I opened the interface and ran through the cameras in order.
Front approach. 
Eastern camera. 
Hillside sensor. 
They were all clear, then the fourth camera. The one covering the road access point. The status indicator was grey rather than green.
I sat up.
Elena felt the change. "What," she said.
I showed her the phone. The grey indicator on the road camera.
"Offline," she said.
"Someone disabled them remotely," I said.
She was already sitting up fully. "The access codes for the remote interface," she said. "Gio and you."
"And the security contractor who installed them," I said.
"Who installed them," she said.
I was already calling Gio.