Page 18 of Stroke of Luck

I pause a moment to make sure she can accommodate my size before I start thrusting into her. Gripping her hips tightly, I use the leverage to pull her down on me as I push forward, causing each movement to delve as deep as I can. Her moans spur me on as she fights for control, swirling her hips, making me hiss and her grin in triumph. Easing up on my hold so she can move more freely, she pulls away from me and drops to her knees, wrapping her lips around my cock without hesitation. I have to keep from thrusting into her throat as she takes me down until her lips kiss the skin at the base of my cock. Now I’m the one that has to lean against the wall before I fall over as she cups my balls and does something that makes me all but pass out from the pleasure.

Yanking her off of me, I scoop her up, and she automatically wraps her legs around me as I drop her back on to my cock, spearing her. Her breath hitches as I clutch her to me, biting into her shoulder as I piston into her dripping wet pussy. Her nails dig into my back, and I know there will be marks afterward—like I fucking care. I will wear those as a badge of honor, proving that this woman has enjoyed herself thoroughly.

“Oh god, I’m going to come,” she cries out, raking her nails across my shoulders as she leans away from me, exposing her breasts.

Dipping my head down, I pull one of her nipples into my mouth, holding it with my teeth as she shatters in my arms, and I follow quickly behind. Releasing my hold on her breast, I pull her back up, cradling her close as I sit on the small stool in the fitting room. She lets her head loll against my shoulder as she catches her breath, while I let my hands trail up and down her back, soothing us both.

“That has to be the best fuck I’ve ever had,” I share, kissing the spot that holds the marks of my teeth on her shoulder. “You, stellina, are a goddess among mortals.”

She chuckles, nuzzling against my neck before placing a kiss there. “You weren’t so bad yourself. I never would have dreamed how hot having sex in a dressing room could be. How did no one call the cops on us?”

“Perks of having bodyguards and being brother to a mafia boss—you get to break all the rules and no one says shit. Besides, with the amount of money we’re about to spend, it’ll be fine,” I explain, pulling her away from my body so I can kiss her. “How did you stumble into our lives, stellina?”

“Apparently I got drunk and fell into a river.” She laughs, shifting off my lap, causing me to slip out of her. “Come on, let’s get back so we can give the guys their new shirts.”

With a swift kiss, she grabs some clothes and pulls them on, giving me a wink as I sit there in disbelief that this woman is ours, now and forever.

Typically, I’m not one to go crazy on a shopping trip, but Giorgi insisted that I get whatever I wanted.

“Stellina, Othello is going to think I didn’t do my job if we come back with only three bags of clothes, let alone how little we are spending.”

Rolling my eyes, I spot a pair of holographic boots on the wall in the style of Doc Martens. I run over and grab my size, trying them on. “Fuck yes! These are amazing!”

One of the girls who’s been helping check out all the stuff I’m getting, walks over with another pair of boots in her hands. They look like they have paint splatter all over them and have a thick, neon yellow sole. “If you like those, these might also catch your eye.”

I reach out with grabby hands, hugging the pair of shoes to my chest. Besides paint supplies, shoes have to be my biggest vice that I allow myself to indulge in. After having had my mother force her version of the way a woman should be dressed on me, I’d gone in the opposite direction. I didn’t need to spend five hundred dollars on a pair of shoes just to be happy. I wanted my clothing to tell people who I was at a glance, not show off how much money I had. Rich, snobby people were not who people wanted to hang out with, and that was all that mattered to me.

I take a look around the store one more time, just to be sure I haven’t missed anything, when my heart clenches in my chest. Standing with her back to me is a woman with her hair braided down her back and a pen tucked behind her ear. She has on simple jeans with a salmon pink blazer and flats, everything about her style screaming simple and rational. Without thinking, I stand up, dropping the shoes I’ve been holding, and rush up to the woman, grabbing her shoulder and spinning her to face me. Hope courses through my veins, but when the woman looks at me with confusion written all over her face, I drop my hand and take a step back.

“I’m so sorry, I thought you were someone else…”

My soul is crushed as she gives me a weird look and walks to the other side of the store. Dropping my head, I cover my face with my hands, not wanting to relive how embarrassing that was. Arms wrap around me, and I turn so I can bury my head in Giorgi’s chest as the tears I’ve been holding back all afternoon start to fall. Without saying a word, he scoops me up and carries me bridal style out of the shop, saying something to someone, but I don’t bother to listen. I'm set down on the back bench seat of the car while Giorgi starts it and comes back, putting his arm around me as I curl into his side.

“I miss them so much… I don’t even know who they are, but it’s killing me not to be with them,” I sob, knowing nothing I’m saying makes sense. “That woman, she reminded me of one of them. I thought it might have been fate that I ran into one of them… but it wasn’t. I know they’re looking for me, even though I’ve forgotten who they are, because we are one heart.”

Giorgi doesn’t say anything as I ramble, he just holds me tight so that I don’t fall apart. When I finally manage to get myself under control, I wipe my eyes with the sleeve of my new shirt when a cloth hanky appears.

“You sure you’re okay with me putting all my snot on that?” I ask, looking up at him.

“Stellina, I am more than okay with it. I wouldn’t have offered it if I didn’t expect you to use it.” Giorgi grins at me. “In a moment when there is nothing I can do to make this better for you, the least I can do is offer you a way to blow your nose.”

Giving him a watery smile in return, I blow my nose until I can finally breathe out of both nostrils. I suppose this is a good sign—he’s now witnessed me in the throes of an ugly cry and is still sweet as ever.

“Thank you, for everything. I didn’t mean to lose my shit like that. I’m normally a very stable person,” I explain as I sit up.

Giorgi lifts a hand and runs the back of his knuckles along my cheek. “It is my honor to be here to support you any way I can, and with everything you’ve been through, I’m not surprised. Most people would have freaked out long before this, screaming and crying to be let free. What did you do? You made a deal with the devil and his minions. I’d say you’re doing just fine.” Giorgi scoots out of the car and holds his hand out to me. “Come on, stellina, it’s best we get you back so that you can get ready for the gala tonight.”

I grasp his hand, letting him pull me from the car and sweep me up in his arms to kiss me thoroughly before setting me in my seat up front. The whole drive back he holds my hand, our fingers intertwined making me smile like a schoolgirl as I look out the window.

“I promise we will do everything we can to find your friends. If they are that important to you, then they are that important to us,” Giorgi announces as we pull into the driveway, lifting my hand to kiss the back of it. “A Lastra never goes back on his word.”

Feeling so overwhelmed with emotions, my eyes can’t help but well up with tears again. “I believe you.”

Then my car door is ripped open and I find Enzo standing there, his face contorted with rage. “Why the FUCK is she crying?!”

Before I can give an answer, I'm yanked out of the car and wrapped around Enzo’s body as he marches into the house.

“Enzie, put me down! What the fuck has gotten into you?” I growl, wiggling to be put down.