“How did it go with Alexi?”
“Good,” I can tell he’s proud and trying to downplay it. “He went over the plan we put together and he thinks it’s a good one.”
“You mean, the plan you put together and that we all agreed that it was genius,” I corrected him.
His amber eyes are warm as he kisses me. “Everyone’s strengths played into this plan.”
“Spoken like a true leader,” I said. “My only complaint is the order of attack. Why can’t we use drones for the first round? Why does your team have to be in the lead?” I said, stroking his stubbled cheeks. “This isn’t even your family. Why do you have to take on the greatest risk?”
“Becauseyouare my family,” Lucca said. “I must get into your brother’s favor immediately, and you have to agree, this is the best way to do it.”
“Please don’t joke,” I moaned, “there are other heads of family here, they should-”
“No, baby. It should be me,” he interrupts, “this is my plan. They all agreed to it. Do you trust my judgment?”
“Of course,” I agree without hesitation. “You are my family too,moy lyubimyy,my beloved. You are first in my heart now. Even if we save my brothers… if I lose you, I can’t…” I drop my head against his chest.
“We were always meant to be together, even when I fought against it, even whenyoudid,” he whispers, kissing the top of my head. “Do you really think I’m letting you go now?”
Rising on tiptoe, I kiss his mouth, his wonderful full lips, his jaw, his cheekbone. “How long do we have?” I ask, pulling at his shirt.
“Uh, thirty minutes,” he groans, helping me with his shirt as our mouths fuse together. I try to pour in all the love I feel for him into that kiss, my belief in him, and the fragile hope that maybe this time, my dour, Russian fears are unfounded.
He rips off my shirt unceremoniously, his arm getting tangled in my bra strap and making me giggle until he wraps it around my wrists, binding them together. “Put your arms over my head,” he says hoarsely, and I do, kissing and biting my way down the strong column of his throat. My jeans and undies are dangling off one ankle as he hauls me up with his hands on the back of my thighs, pressing me against the wall for balance as he fumbles with his belt, yanking open his jeans enough to pull out his shaft.
“You’re not ready, baby,” he groans, stroking two fingers against my center, and I angle my hips up invitingly.
“I will be,” I pant, “please don’t stop.”
He’s huge, and I’m grateful that even as turned on as Lucca is, he remembers how big his cock is, that it could do some damage if he isn’t careful. But I’m reckless and desperate and I can’t wait.
Pressing two fingers into my mouth, he says, “Lick them. Get them wet.” Swirling my tongue over the roughened tips of his fingers, I clench my legs around his waist, desperate to have him inside me.
When he pulls them out, I suck in a deep breath as he thrusts them inside me for a moment before I feel the broad head of his shaft press into me slowly.
“Ragazza bellissima e perfetta,beautiful, perfect girl,” he groaned. “I’m trying to be careful-fuck!You’re so hot inside.” Looking down, I see that he’s only halfway in, his thick cock splitting me in half and I bear down, ignoring the sting because it will always burn a little and I need this. I need him as far inside as he can reach because everything disappears when we’re together like this.
By his first thrust, I’m already wet and eagerly helping him using the strength in my thighs and gravity to move up and down. He’s gripping my ass with one hand to hold me steady and the other cups my breast, his thumb moving over my nipple, pressing down, circling it, and then pinching, sending a bolt of electricity straight down to my clitoris. The air leaves my lungs and I whimper gratefully. I need this, this confusing collision of cruelty and kindness, the pain and pleasure blurring together.
“I can feel you struggle to take in every inch,” he whispers diabolically, “and it is the hottest fucking thing. God, it’s good. You’re being so good for me,piccolo bacio.You taking my cock like this.”
Groaning, I bite his full lower lip, tugging on it with my teeth, wanting to make a mark on him like he is on me, like the bruises on my thighs and ass. His hand slides up to my neck, holding it firmly but not squeezing yet. “Are you mine?”
“O, bozhe moy, da,yes,” I wheeze, “always.”
“Do you trust me?” His fingers tighten slightly and I feel deliciously light-headed, not capable of comprehending anything but the feel of him inside me. “Do you?”
Sexy Lucca is almost too much. Chokehold Lucca is definitely next-level.
“Da, yes, of course I do,” I moan, “I love you. I always will. I believe in you,moy lyubimyy.”
“Then come for me,” he groans, and as I feel a powerful surge of heat from him spread through me, I bury my scream in his neck and join him.
His harsh panting in my ear brings me back to the moment, and I laugh weakly. “I feel so much better.” His shoulders are shaking and I squeeze my thighs around his hips. “Are you laughing at me?”
It takes him a minute to answer me, his voice muffled as he kisses my neck. “No.”
“Liar,” I sigh, “but I don’t care.” We’re so wet that I can feel our finish slicking along my thighs.
