Mine.
Every perfect inch of this girl belongs to me. Will only ever belong to me. Fuck, I'll drag anyone who touches her to hell. I'll follow them there if need be. I’d kill for her. There’s never been a more valid reason.
"Mine," I growl as every bit of my control finally snaps. She cries out as I start to take her, her nails scratching down my back. I try to be gentle and not lose my head, but it’s a losing battle, so I chase her pleasure and mine.
“Feels so good,” she cries out, arching into my thrusts, letting me dominate her. Take and claim her for myself. “Luca, so close!”
I drop my hand back between her legs and press my thumb to her clit, and that’s all it takes to have her pussy clench hard around me, her back arching and her lips parting with a hoarse scream. I pin her down with my body and take her hard and fast, rocking into her like a madman. I feel the threat of my own climax at the base of my spine, threatening to overwhelm me with its intensity.
“Come for me again, baby,” I say raggedly, bending down to take a nipple into my mouth, sucking hungrily at the peak, and that sends her right back to the edge. She cries out, burying her nails deep into my shoulders and marking me as her walls clench hard around me, squeezes my cock so tightly that my balls explode with pleasure. My muscles tighten a second before my release tears through me. My hips are a blur of motion as I move, flesh smacking against hers as I flood her with my cum. I bury my face in her neck, losing myself in the scent of her. Breathing her in like she holds the air I need to survive.
Mine.
The word echoes in my head as I shake, and I don’t realize I’ve said the word out loud until she echoes it, “Yours.”
Her body shudders against mine, her breathing heavy and heart racing just as fast as mine. She holds me tight as I pour every last drop into her until there’s nothing left.
“Mine,” I rasp, brushing my lips over her face and holding her tight against me. She burrows into my arms, and we’re silent for a long moment. It takes me a while before I realize she’s fallen asleep. I pull back to stare at her and, once more, find myself mesmerized by her beauty. I hold her for a little longer before finally pulling out and climbing off the bed.
I walk to the bathroom and grab a wet towel, taking it back to the room to clean her up. My heart clenches as I run the towel between her thighs and see the crimson spots, evidence of her innocence. One she gifted me, a man undeserving of someone so precious. I tuck her under the covers before leaving to dispose of the towel and then clean up myself. I get dressed and move to the bed. The urge to join her is strong, but there's more to be done, so I press my mouth to her forehead for a long minute before leaving.
The kitchen is a mess, so I clean up, putting away her things the way I've seen her do before and boxing up the cookies on the cooling rack. I've seen her do it a hundred times. Then, I carry them down to the bakery. On the way down, I get a text from Lorenzo letting me know the security is up and running with instructions on how to access the camera feeds. I shoot him back a text, thanking him for his help with a promise to see him next when I stop by the Rossis’ estate. Hell, the guy deserves an explanation for how I acted earlier when his only crime was doing me this favor. Can't blame him for loving Matilde's desserts—everyone does.
I let out a sigh and make my way down to the bakery. Sally, the pink-haired girl Matilde hired, is busy staring at Santino, and it’s not until I tap a finger on the counter that her eyes move to mine. “Oh, hey, Luca,” she says, clearly embarrassed at being caught staring at one of my men. “Um, what can I get you?”
“Matilde made this,” I say, placing the boxes on the counter. “She won't be coming down tonight, so lock up for her, will you?”
“Uh, sure,” she chirps. “I’ll close up, but you know, it can get a little scary in the evening all alone with all those customers. So maybe…”
I fight back the urge to smile. “Santino will stay with you until it’s time to lock up.”
“So his name is Santino,” she mutters before nodding with a smile. “Oh, right, I almost forgot. Someone stopped by looking for Matilde.”
Her words give me pause. “Who was it?”
“Some guy. He said he was a real estate agent and wanted to talk to Matilde about the offer he’s made to buy this place.”
She’s selling? I push down the sudden irritation at the thought of Matilde keeping this bit from me. She never said anything about selling this place, and I'll have to bring it up when she wakes up. The memory of Matilde sleeping upstairs and why she’s so worn out smooths the irritation, and I find myself smiling.
Fuck, now I want her again. Every inch of that perfect body.
And because thinking about her turns me on, I decide I might as well leave before anyone notices. With a nod to Sally, I make my way outside.
Chapter Five
Matilde
I wake up alone and confused.
The room is dim, the only light source, a soft glow from the lamp on the bedside table. I blink, trying to clear the fog in my eyes. I shift slightly, wincing at the soreness between my legs, my brain lagging to explain why the hell I feel the way I do. I look around the room, the curtains are drawn, but I can tell it's dark outside. Did I fall asleep? What the hell happened?
The last thing I remember…
My eyes widen as fragments of memories begin to surface. Luca walking in on me feeding Lorenzo and having a jealousy fit which led to him licking chocolate off my body before carrying me to my room and…
“Well, that explains the soreness,” I mutter to myself, shoving the covers off and swinging my legs off the bed. I bite back a yawn and rub my eyes as I stumble to the bathroom for a shower. I can still feel some stickiness of the chocolate in places that sinful tongue of his couldn't reach.
Christ, what was I thinking? First the bakery and now my kitchen. In the middle of the day, no less.
