"Very well then," he rumbles against my melting core. He swipes his tongue up my slit, and my entire body shudders. He licks my seam and curls his tongue around my clit. My stomach clenches. My breasts distend until they seem too heavy for my body. I dig my feet into the floor for purchase as he slurps at my cunt. He nibbles on my pussy lips and my eyes roll back in my head. The trembling at the base of my belly intensifies. Oh, god, oh, god, I’m going to c—
He pulls back.
I push my butt back, chasing his tongue for the feel of that warm wet lave across the most aching, swollen part of me.
The orgasm begins to fade and I snap my jaws together.
"You going to tell me your name?"
"No, I will not, you imbecile, you rascal, you—"
He pushes his face into my pussy and stabs his tongue inside my sopping wet channel.
"Oh, my god! Please, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop."
He slides his fingers around to play with my pussy lips, then grinds the heel of his palm into my clit. My head spins. What feels likes a fountain of sensation ripples over my skin. The swirling tension at the base of my spine tightens, folds into itself, gets tighter, tauter, knotting into a hard ball of desire that thrums and throbs and— "Please, let me come, please," I cry out. "Please, Luca."
"Your name?"
I hesitate.
He pinches my clit, and that ball of heat pulsates and grows and quivers and vibrates. He thrusts his tongue inside my channel and sweat breaks out at my hairline. A chill grips my skin, even as the heat in my lower belly begins to pulse in tandem with the beating of my heart. The blood pounds at my temples and I curve my back. Close, I’m so close.
"Your na—"
"Jeanne," I yell, "it’s Jeanne. Now let me come already."
"Your wish is my command."
He begins to lick and suck and eat me out in earnest, as he circles my clit with his fingers and stimulates the swollen bud. He brings his other hand up to grasp my breast and squeeze. He tweaks my nipple at the same time he pinches my clit, and the vibrations zing out from my core.
He pulls his tongue out from my pussy, rises to his feet, and slaps my already sore backside.Thwack-thwack-thwack.The pain pours into my blood, the heat from the contact sizzles straight to my cunt, and the ball of desire explodes.
"Come," he orders, and I throw my head back and shatter.
15
Luca
After she came, I pulled up her pants, then hauled her into my arms and kissed her until she slumped. I carried her up to our room and put her to bed. Then, I sat in the chair near the bed, content to watch her as she sleeps.
Her cheeks are flushed, and she’s so still I’ve leaned over a few times and placed my finger under her nose, just to make sure she’s breathing. When was the last time I was so concerned about another person? I wasn’t close to my mother. Even as a young child, I understood she was weak, that she couldn't withstand the abuse my father doled out. I wanted to help, but didn’t know what to do about it.
My father was too distant, and I was wary of him. Michael? I suppose I adored my older brother, but when he left for university and didn’t take me with him, I was angry with him. Then, my father turned the wrath of his anger on me and Seb, and all I could focus on was trying to survive the daily beatings. Nonna was around, but she did little to stop it. That's when I lost respect for her. Oh, I loved her; she was the only constant caregiver in my life. But she never stepped in to protect me, and that changed the dynamics of the relationship for me.
As I grew, so did my anger, and I channeled it into my hate for my father, envy for my oldest brother, and my need for power. Until I met her. She’s strong, feisty, and can hold her own against me, yet there’s a core of her that’s so innocent, I want to protect her; so pure, I want to sully her; so… confident, it’s a clarion call to break her down and put her back together in a way that assures I've put my mark on her.
The phone in my hand vibrates, I take in the message on the screen.
Downstairs.
I rise to my feet, pull the cover up under her chin, then let myself out of the room. After calling my brothers, I expected help to arrive. Just not this soon. I shut the door behind me softly. Then, buttoning my shirt, I walk down the stairs and into the pub. I glance at the counter, remembering how she fell apart under my fingers and my tongue just a few hours ago. Awareness buzzes under my skin, and I tear my gaze away from the bar and toward the woman who rises up from the chair at the far end of the pub.
I draw closer and she holds out a hand. "Luca? I am Karina Beauchamp."
I shake her hand. "You’re Axel’s friend?"
"We’ve collaborated on projects in the past. I run my own security agency, based out of LA and London. When Axel started his own security agency, he approached me for help. We’ve been in touch since. So, when one of his brothers needed help—"