"Was it?"
I nod. "I’m not going to let you fuck me again."
"You don’tletme do anything."
"Oh?" His voice takes on that hard edge that sends a shiver of delight racing up my spine. My god, what is it about this man, that when he puts on his mean face, it turns me on?
"You mean to say, you’re going to fuck me even if I say no?" I shoot him a sideways glance.
"Are you saying no?"
"I am…" I try to say the words but they seem stuck in my throat. "I am…" I bite the inside of my cheek. "I am not saying no," I finally whisper.
He searches my features then nods. "Turn on your front."
"What?"
"Turn on your front, baby." His voice is still hard but there’s a note of something—tenderness, maybe?— laced through it.
He lifts his arm and I comply. I push my cheek into the pillow as he shoves the cover off of us. Cool air assails my skin. I shiver. I hunch my shoulders together; he places his palm on the small of my back. "Relax."
"But I need to get a tampon before I bleed all over your bed," I shoot back.
"I’ll get it."
The bed dips and I hear him move away.
I turn my head and watch as he heads for the bathroom and returns with one.
"You bought tampons, for me?" I gape.
He raises a shoulder. "Thought it best to be prepared."
I reach for the tampon, but he holds it out of reach. "Not yet."
"But I need it, I can already feel the blood trickling out."
"I’ll take care of it." He places the tampon on the nightstand, then grabs his phone. He plants one knee between my legs, urging me to part them, before he leans between my thighs.
"Wh-what’s the phone for?"
"You’ll see." He swipes the screen, presses a button, then places it on the nightstand, angling it so I can see the screen.
The sound of a woman’s groan, then that familiar squelching sound of wet flesh meeting flesh fills the air. A second later, my face fills the screen.
47
Jeanne
"What the actual fuck?" I gape as I watch myself stare at the screen. My eyelids are heavy, my cheeks flushed. My hair is in tangles around my shoulders. Behind me, Luca’s swarthy features fill the space. His blue eyes have darkened to a midnight blue, a color I’m well acquainted with by now. The contrast between his wide shoulders that frame my pale face, the way my breasts jostle as he pushes into me from behind, the whine that emerges from my lips, and the answering snarl that rips from his throat is carnal and sensual, lewd and erotic, coarse, and also, a turn on. Moisture pools between my legs. My nipples harden until they stab into the sheets below me. Is that flushed, horny, sexual creature in the frame me? It must be.
"You… filmed us?"
"Told you, I perform even better when I’m being watched."
On screen, he rams into me again, and my entire body jolts. My vision wavers. A burst of liquid heat gushes through my veins. Warmth flushes my face. I turn, swoop out my hand, but he catches my wrist before my palm can make contact with his face.
"Have I told you it turns me on when you are angry."