“Is my father coming?”
“No. He sent me here to see what the hell is going on.” I know my father doesn’t care about me, but him sending Clint here instead of coming himself stings a little.
“Luca and I are getting married.” I shrug.
“That’s crazy talk. Go get your stuff. I’m taking you home.” A gulp bobs his throat when the barrel of Luca’s gun pushes against his temple.
“This is her home, little boy. Now, Alyssa, do you want him here for the wedding?”
The pocket of guilt I hadn’t felt in a while opens up. “No,” I whisper.
“Alyssa?” My name is a plea on his lips, but him being here only reminds me of why I’m doing this. I can’t go back to that mundane existence.
“I love you,” he croaks, wincing when the gun digs in further.
“Love isn’t allowing the other person to feel guilty for not loving you back, Clint. That night in the field wasn’t right. You knew that and still took what you wanted selfishly.”
Reaching up, I tug Luca’s reluctant arm down, rubbing my hand up his back to try to calm him down. “You’re not wanted here. I’m happy and marrying Luca.”
Clint’s face is ashen, his chest vibrating. “It’s time to leave,” Luca warns him.
The security giant steps up to take Clint in hand, but he jerks out of reach, sneering, “I’m going. You’re not who I thought you were.”
Sad thing is, he’s no doubt known that for a while, he was just too consumed with his own fairy tale and greed, he willingly overlooked it.
“Where are you going?” Luca asks me once inside the house. I’m already up three of the stairs, heading to our bedroom.
“I want to take a nap.”
I wake up to a dark room. The night has taken over the day. I try to move, but I’m restrained.
Fear bubbles up my throat. The blanket is pulled away from my body, a lamp switching on near a table at the foot of the bed.
Luca’s dominant structure looms near the mattress, a sexy smirk on his lips. I’m naked and spread-eagle, leather cuffs wrapped around each of my ankles and wrists, the restraints disappearing beneath the bed.
How asleep was I? I look to the clock. It’s reads three a.m. I slept for so long.
“I have some work to do, which means I’ll be leaving the house. I can’t have you climbing out windows.”
“Luca,” I warn. “Don’t you dare leave me cuffed to your damn bed.”
Licking his lips, his eyes devour the offering between my legs, his hard cock perfectly outlined along the crotch of his slacks.
A vibrating noise sounds through the room, his hand rising up to show me a little device shaped like a U.
“I’ll only be an hour.” He drags the silicone toy up my legs and over my mound.
“Luca.” I gasp as he swipes it through my folds, the vibrations dancing over my clit. Pushing one side up inside me, my body jostles, the entry slow and deliberately teasing.
The curl of the toy rests the second part between my lips, the end vibrating over my clit, the sensation stealing my breath.
My pussy throbs around the toy, desperate for movement.
My nipples pucker, wanting attention.
“Be a good girl while I’m gone,” he taunts.
“Luca!” I scream out when the bastard leaves the room, locking me inside.
Chapter Forty-One
Luca
People fill the house, preparing for the wedding. Usually, it would be a grand affair with family from all over coming to pay their respects, but I don’t want to wait any longer, so while Alyssa slept, I made arrangements for it to happen in two days’ time, close family members only.
All that matters is she and I are there, and my father.
I conclude my business involving Swan Academy and am back at the house in just over an hour.
Peeling off my tie, I leisurely take the steps to our room, unlocking the door. Alyssa’s body wriggles on the mattress, a beautiful sheen glistening over her skin.
“You bastard.” She mutters, her eyes closing, toes curling. It’s a glorious sight.
Peeling my shirt off in deliberate movements, I jerk my belt open and slip it free, letting the leather kiss the air. Folding it in two, I snap it closed. Her body lifts from the bed, her perfect tits jiggling with the movement.
“How bad have you been?”
“Real bad,” she cries out, her limbs pulling on the restraints, marking her in red welts.
I lash the belt over her flesh, the end hitting her nipple. The sound makes me painfully stiff. She cries out. A red stripe over her creamy flesh makes my balls heavy.
“I said I’ve been bad,” she groans.
Swiping out again, a second lash paints her flesh. Another, and another, until she’s sobbing.
“Fuck me, Luca. Make me scream.”
Dropping my slacks, I crawl between her legs, pulling the vibrating toy from her cunt, juices dripping over the silicone head.