“Fuck me, please,” I beg him, still on my knees, looking up at my own personal God. My breathing is faster. My arousal rises from his dominance.
“Stand up.” His voice is thick with wanting.
I do without a word; I can feel the little pieces of rocks and debris stuck to my knees. He strikes out, grabbing my neck while simultaneously attacking my mouth, pulling me to him. His still hard cock pokes my stomach, and I move closer, cocooning it between us, rubbing my skin up and down it. His hand becomes tighter around my neck and I moan into his mouth before I feel his grip loosen, and I immediately break our kiss. “Don’t.” I want him. I need him to be harder on me; fuck, I need that. I need to know that I have a choice, and I’m making the choice to let him be rough with me, to give me pain. Because I need it.
With his hand still around my neck, he kisses my face, down to my breast, before sucking my nipple into his mouth. His tongue rolls around my hard nipple, making me mewl. The tight grip on my neck and the bite from his teeth on my nipple does something to me. “I want you to fuck me so hard, baby. I need your dick now.” My voice sounds weird from his pressure on my voice box, but he understands me.
Steering me by my neck, his hand never unclasps, just moves to the back of my neck, his thumb and pinky finger holding each side. “Hold on to the gravestone.”
I’m fixing to get fucked over someone's grave, and the thrill that shoots through me is insane.
My hands rub over the rough stone, taking purchase, spreading my legs apart, opening up for him. Inviting him in.
The head of his dick plays with my entrance, swirling my wetness around; my eyes roll into the back of my head. “Oh, my God,” I cry out as he plunges into me, my stomach scraping the tombstone, scratching my skin up, but the pain of that and Luca fucking me is something I’ve never felt or experienced before, along with his pressure on my neck. With each thrust, I cry out. Loud. The mixture of it all is overwhelming.
“Wake the fucking dead, Rowan,” he moans.
Leaning onto my back, he says, “I’m going to fuck your ass, baby.” I feel his cock leave my pussy, filling the emptiness, as he trails the head of his dick up to my asshole. I curl my toes into the ground, disturbing the dirt under them, and then I feel his pressure from the head of his penis. “Ready?”
“Yes,” I pant out.
His insertion is easy and smooth, as my ass stretches to allow him in. We’re both still; the only thing moving is his dick entering me. Once he’s halfway in, I can’t take it anymore. I push my ass back, his dick fully entering me, and a scream escapes me.
“God, if you could only feel what I feel, baby. How tight your ass is, my dick being squeezed. I want to come in you so bad.”
Removing his hand from the back of my neck, he reaches around, finding my swollen clit, circling it with the tip of his finger.
“Luca,” I moan out. As his pace picks up, fucking my ass faster, the pressure on my clit mixed with him fucking me is out of this world. Realizing how much I love giving him my entire body. “Yes, just like that,” I call out loud, praising him and his dick. “I’m going to come.”
His pace becomes faster, more erratic. My orgasm on the brink. With a scream, I cum. With each thrust, I moan out. “Oh. My. God.” My legs shake from under me.
“You’re so tight. God, you’re tight.” His hand eases up on my clit as he comes inside me. His thrust comes in spurts as he empties himself dry.
Luca lays himself over me and kisses my back. “I love you.” He laughs, our surroundings coming into untainted view, now that the height of arousal is slowly fading away with each heartbeat that slows to its normal rhythm.
I lean over the tombstone, looking down at it. “I’m sorry,” I apologize to whoever we just soiled on top of.
Chapter Thirty
Luca
We’re trying to get used to the small apartment, but it’s hard, especially when you’re accustomed to the size of our house. It feels like we can’t get away from each other, and we can’t. The apartment is just one immense room, with the bathroom the only privacy you get, but she’s safe, and that’s all that matters, even if she’s driving me fucking nuts.
All loose ends have been tied with the last job I’ll be doing. Having the four of us, Thomas, Weeks, Damian, and me, around the old table in the gym’s kitchen, talking and planning, felt like the days when I first started this. It was a full-circle moment for me.
Weeks and Thomas will accompany me, while Damian stays behind to keep track of any information we might need, and in case something goes wrong. Which I’m praying to God it won’t.
Since our meeting last night, my anxiety has increased. Fuck, really, I’ve felt it since I decided this was it. Because I fear who Luca is without all this… My escape.
I leave tomorrow morning, but tonight, it’s Rowan and me.
The need to give her a reprieve from what I’m going into, and the upheaval of her life, is potent. I want to give my girl normal, but I don’t know if there will ever be a normal. Normal for us isn’t everyone else's normal. We’ve killed, lied, planned, and got the ultimate revenge on those who did us dirty. So, no,normal will never be in our vocabulary, but maybe I can find a middle ground for her.
“Can I get two iced vanilla lattes to go?” I ask the barista.
Liquid Gold is bustling with college students studying or just catching up. Everyone is so engrossed in their own lives or conversations. It’s weird being on the outside looking in, none of them knowing the evil that was lurking around them, and who and why it’s now gone.
“Keep the change.” I grab my coffee and head to the apartment. Walking up the stairs, I remember when I came over here for the first time, unannounced. Thinking there was someone else in there with her had my blood boiling. She wasn’t even mine to feel that way about, but my heart and soul knew she was mine before my brain did. The need to see her to know she was okay was like an itch I couldn’t scratch until I got my eyes on her. And then that rash spread to where I needed her to just be able to feel okay within my body. It was a weird reaction to someone I didn’t even know. And to find out what happened to her in that tomb, to know the hell she went through by herself, broke me. I broke for a woman I didn’t even know. But in her, I saw Lauren. Alone, hurt, and with no one to help.
