I have Luca’s son.
And I have Luca’s love and attention.
No one else in the world can say that. And they never will.
I took an extra long bath this morning. Shaving and creaming every inch of my body. Instead of letting my hair dry naturally, I took the time to blow dry it and gave extra attention to my curls. For the first time in weeks, I applied eyeliner and mascara. I picked out my shortest shorts and my tightest tee and slipped into my boots, not caring it’s getting colder. This wasn’t for the Mayor’s daughter’s benefit because I was jealous. In a way, it’s been a kick back into living life that I needed. There’s not one part of me that’s filled with envy. Luca makes it easy to trust him because he genuinely doesn’t see anyone else. Unless you’re me or his son, or wear the patch, he doesn’t acknowledge anyone. What I’m interested in is seeing if she took my husband true to his word to cut out the flirting.
My boots hit the bottom step and my interest is peaked. While Luca’s eyes are on me and are on fire, hers, from where she’s sat in the corner of the bar, are on my Luca.
I like to think that going by what Luca told me in the night and listening to my gut instinct, I’ll be a good judge of character. And my gut is telling me that I need to keep my eye on her extremely closely.
I drag my gaze from Annabel to see Luca storming toward me with lust filled eyes and determination in his stance.
When he nears, he asks, “River?”
“Asleep.” I hold up the baby monitor just before he bends at the waist and throws me over his shoulder.
He doesn’t put me down until we’re on the first-floor landing. We don’t go into a room, he pins me, front facing, against the wall. He pops open my shorts button and his hand disappears into my panties.
“Is this for her benefit or mine?” he growls, his warm breath hitting my ear.
“Neither. It’s for my benefit.” I gasp as he sinks a finger inside me. “It’s time I get back to normal.”
“Slip out of those shorts,” he orders.
I hear his belt buckle clang as he works quickly to free himself. He closes in behind me, pressing his chest to my back. He shoves two fingers into my mouth, and I coat them with my tongue, knowing what he wants from me. While he goes back to working me up, which doesn’t take much when I’m with him, he uses his free hand to guide my head round and kisses me.
In a swift motion, his fingers release me, and he enters me, filling me completely. My lower stomach tightens in warm anticipation of what’s to come.
“I’ve been waiting for you to come back to me,” he grunts as he thrusts hard.
I gasp. “I’m right here.”
“Yeah, you fuckin’ are,” he grunts. “On my cock where you belong.”
I moan, my orgasm building. I grow warm and my legs tingle. I slam my hand on the wall, not that it gives me any support to stay on my feet.
“Who owns me?” he demands, slamming into me.
“I do!” I cry out as he moves his hips faster.
“Who owns you?”
“You do!”
I don’t know how much more I can take but I’d never tell him to stop. I always want more with him.
He reaches around me, circling my clit until I buckle with my orgasm. He catches me, like always, and then presses my head against the wall as he pounds into me until he reaches his own release.
I can feel him pulsing inside until he slips out of me and disappears into the main bathroom. He returns with a towel and while I appreciate the thought, I duck into the bathroom and clean myself properly.
I turn and he fills the doorway.
“You know you have nothing to worry about, don’t you?”
Rolling my eyes, I promise him, “I know.”
“Just wanna make sure cause that kind of headache ain’t what I need right now.”
