Luca smiles. The look is monstrous. It’s the last thought I have before he systematically tears me to pieces. Hard, deep thrusts; he shows me no mercy, and I refuse to ask for any.
My mouth drops open, and I breathe in the air desperately. It’s heavy with sex.
“I’m going to fill you so full of my cum, it’ll be dripping out of you later while you dance,” Luca growls, sounding nothing like the man I know and everything like the beast inside him. “Then those assholes at the club will know they have no chance.”
My pussy tightens automatically, as if it wants him to make good on that promise right now. “Yes,” I hiss, driving my hips up and meeting his thrusts halfway.
The jarring motion is brutal, and so is my orgasm. It crashes into me with the force of a sucker punch to the gut, reducing meto a whimpering, quivering, panting mess only capable of gasping Luca’s name.
He looks at me, and I’ll remember the expression on his face until the day I die.
“Please, Celine. Can I say it?”
At first, I don’t understand. Then it hits me, and the realization sends a smaller orgasm ricocheting through my body. “Yes,” I gasp. “Tell me. I want to hear it.”
“I love you,” Luca shouts, loud enough that my neighbors will definitely hear. I like that. No, Ilovethat. Knowing that someone, somewhere might overhear Luca claiming me. “Fuck, Celine, I love you so fucking much.”
The tendons in his neck bulge as he thrusts into me like he would rather have a heart attack than stop. He chews on the hoop in his lip, and when Luca comes, every line of muscle and bone freezes at once. He holds himself still, then collapses on top of me as our combined panting fills my room.
I kiss his neck, having a hard time catching my breath when my whole body is jelly. That was a life-altering fuck, and I need to regain my equilibrium. I clear my throat. “So we’re clear: cum dripping out of me on the pole would not be hot.”
“Agree to disagree.” Luca pulls back and grabs his phone off the bedside table. His focus sharpens as he reads his messages. “Alistair picked up the kids. No problems there.”
“That’s good.” I stretch my arms above my head. “How long do we have before we need to leave?”
Luca checks the screen again and winces. “Twenty minutes.”
I groan as I sit up, my muscles protesting. “Shower.”
Luca drops back on his heels, his lips curling into a pout. “Spoil sport.”
“Freak,” I toss back.
Luca smirks, then raises one eyebrow. “Baby, you haven’t seen freaky yet. I’ve been keeping it vanilla to avoid scaring you off.”
I roll my eyes and try to power walk to the bathroom. Unfortunately, it’s more of a waddle than a strut.
When something cracks behind me, I whip my head around in time to see Luca straightening a wildly crooked index finger. “What the fuck?” I say, flinching as he snaps another one back into place.
“That’s the third bone you’ve broken today,” he says, grinning at me. “I think you’re dangerous, Celine.”
“I already told you I’m dangerous,” I remind him, collecting my hair on top of my head into the mother of all messy buns. “And I don’t take credit for the fingers. Getting pulverized by the headboard was your idea.”
Luca nods. “I guess you’re right.”
Ignoring him, I raise my eyebrows as I do the mental math. “You said three bones, but you only reset two fingers.”
“Hmm?”
“What’s the third bone, Luca?”
Guilt flits across his face. “Umm, well this morning, before you actually woke up, you might have maybe snapped my collarbone. Ciprian fixed it though, and it barely hurts anymore.”
“What?” I shriek. “Luca. I had my heels planted against your collarbone just now. Why didn’t you say something?”
He puffs out his chest. “I don’t mind some pain with my pleasure.”
I throw my hands up and turn on my heel, ignoring the tingle that runs through me.Three fucking bones.That’s ridiculous. Stepping into the shower, I let the warm water soothe my sore muscles, then throw together my bag for the club.
