He laughs before cupping my breast and rolling my nipple between his finger and thumb. “Trust me, it’ll be the best two minutes of your life.”
“Less than two minutes now…” I groan when he lifts my thigh and slides inside me. We didn’t talk much last night. Just enough to establish he wasn’t in too much pain and that we both wanted sex, despite Angelo’s threats of bodily harm if Luka continued sleeping with me.
Felix didn’t seem too impressed by Luka’s presence but, thankfully, he stayed out of the way until Luka finished making me come five times.
From the way Luka stretches me while rubbing my clit, orgasm six is almost here.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of your sweet pussy, cupcake,” he groans in my ear. “Can we stay in bed all day?”
“I think my husband might not like that idea,” I gasp. I don’t know if he stayed here overnight, but I assume not. If he’s in the house right now, I’m amazed he’s not tearing my bedroom door off its hinges.
Luka thrusts deeper, and when he rubs my clit, I come hard, pulsing around his shaft. I hear him grunt before he pulls out and paints my lower back. Thank goodness one of us has the brain capacity to remember I’m not using contraception.
Just as I’m about to say that, the bedroom door flies open to reveal Kane. He’s wearing a pair of black shorts and a vest tee. Holy shit, the man is a veritable feast for the eyes.
Has he been working out without me? The light sheen of sweat coating his golden skin highlights every bulging muscle in startling clarity.
I lick my lips before I remember the sheet has pooled around my waist and Kane can see my tits. His eyes dip down before he tears his gaze away.
“You’re late,” he snaps, but I can tell he’s fighting a smile. Either that or he has constipation.
“Sorry about that,” Luka laughs. “It’s my fault.” He grabs a discarded tee and wipes up the mess he made.
“Have I got time for a shower?” I ask Kane while the cat glares at him from the corner where he retreated once Luka and I started fucking.
“No. I don’t have time to wait for you to make yourself pretty for me. Get some clothes on and come downstairs. If you’re not there in five minutes, I’ll make you do circuits for an hour.”
Circuits sound grim, so I waste no time climbing out from under the sheet. Kane’s jaw drops at the sight of my naked body, but I give no shits.
“See something you like?” I taunt before I saunter into the bathroom. I don’t miss the giant erection he now sports.Giantbeing the operative word.
Holy shit.
If I hadn’t just come, I’d be climbing that man like a tree and calling it a cardio workout.
I’m dead. Like, deceased. My cheek sticks to the mat with sweat while my arms stopped functioning thirty minutes ago.
“Call a doctor,” I gasp. “I think I’m having a heart attack.”
Kane scoffs loudly, unimpressed by my poor endurance levels. Or anything. He’s been telling me I’m pathetic for the last hour.
“Get up, Chiara. If I were an attacker, you’d be dead by now.”
“Sounds good to me.” I’m unable to move.
While the rational part of my brain accepts that learning self-defense is a good thing, the rest of me thinks this is Kane’s punishment for flashing him.
He’s acted like an asshole from the moment I arrived in the basement gym. No smiles for Chiara this morning, only snide comments about my lack of fitness.
The bastard isn’t content to leave me to expire in a puddle of sweat. He pulls me to my feet and gets in my face for the millionth time.
“Get ready to hurt, baby girl, because we’re doing this shit every day until it’s ingrained in your brain.”
The only thing ingrained in me right now is exhaustion, but I stop short of telling him that. Whining doesn’t work. I tried that already. Or the promise of sexual favors. I resorted to that ten minutes ago.
He barely cracked a smile.
My shoulders droop. Every inch of me hurts. The endorphins from my sexy romp with Luka have long since faded. I’m not sure I have the strength to drag myself back upstairs. Not without a caffeine transfusion or some kind soul carrying me.
