Luka drops to his knees, uncaring of the hard stone, and tugs me toward him. I spread my thighs for him, and he groans.
“Such cute panties. Love the kittens, baby.” I snort with laughter. I have no clue who bought these for me, but I love them. They’re not exactly sexy, but wearing kitten panties makes me giggle.
“Covering such a cute kitty with, um, cute kitties, is…” Luka laughs. “Ironic?” He licks his lips. “Sorry, cupcake, but the kitties need to go play somewhere else while I play with this little kitty.”
He pulls my panties down and throws them over his shoulder. There’s a splash and I grumble.
“Dammit, Luka! If my panties block the filter, Angelo will kill us both!”
“Oh he’s already signed our death warrants,” Luka points out with a laugh. “So we may as well add more crimes to the docket.” He spreads my pussy with his thumbs and inhales deeply before diving in.
I’m so close. So ready to come all over his face. And he fucking knows it, the tease. Instead of sucking my clit like I want, he swipes his tongue lower, drinking me up like a glass of the finest champagne.
A finger presses inside me and I moan, eagerly clutching it even though it’s nowhere near thick enough. A second finger follows, and I moan louder. We’re making more than enough noise to attract attention out here, but the guards that linger around the garden at night are curiously absent.
The only sign we might have an audience is the blinking red lights in three different locations. While I don’t know for sure Angelo is watching us, the thought hemightbe watching is enough to push me closer to the edge.
I want him to see how well Luka pleasures me. I want him to rue the day he stole me from my life and forced me to bow to him. Does he regret it?
Probably not. But I hope he regrets the fact that he’ll never be the man to make me come.
“Please, Luka!” The squelching sound his fingers make as they thrust in and out of me is obscene. I’m so wet. So ready for him to fuck me.
“Come on my face, baby,” he purrs before sucking my clit and thrusting a third finger inside me. My back arches as I fall apart, the pleasure so intense I wonder if I might die.
Not even the bull rider made me come this hard, and he sure knew what he was doing.
Pleasure rips through me, but before my orgasm can fully fade, Luka crawls up my body, notches himself at my pulsing entrance, and claims me.
He fills me in one deep thrust. It’s almost too much. He’s thick and long, and I’ve had hardly any sex in the last year. I’m not ready while simultaneously so damn ready it hurts.
“Fuck,” he grunts, his face tense. “I’m about to embarrass myself.”
I don’t reply because I’m having some kind of brain seizure. My orgasm has crested and turned into a second, equally powerful one. Luka pulls out and thrusts back in while palming my breast. He looms over me, abs rippling as he fights not to come.
My fingers dig into his hard ass, likely breaking the skin, but neither of us cares. I wonder if my husband can see what a mess I’m making of his cream recliner as my juices spill out around Luka’s cock.
Luka thrusts harder and deeper as his control slips. He squeezes my tit so hard I gasp at the pain, and then I feel it as he freezes. He’s coming inside me, spilling his seed in my pussy. The pussy that doesn’t belong to him.
The pussy that’s unprotected in every way.
This is when I should panic and shove him off. Dive into the pool in the hope that chlorinated water kills his swimmers. But I don’t have the energy, so instead, I wrap my legs around his hips and relax.
“Oh, fuck,” Luka gasps a moment later before raising his head with a panicked expression. “I should have pulled out!”
All I can do is laugh because I know damn well Angelo is probably watching us right now.
34
Chiara
Angelo shields me from the waiting press pack as we step inside the glittering entrance of the family’s new flagship casino hotel. The place is stunning. Recently converted from a historic grain warehouse, the architects retained the bones of the building while adding modern elements, such as a large glass-roofed inner courtyard filled with tropical plants and a cascading waterfall.
The casino is in the basement, along with a luxe bar and nightclub.
Honestly, I’m impressed. I was expecting something tacky, but this…this is amazing.
Kane stands two feet away, his shoulders tense as he watches the reporters milling around outside.
