“It’s not my blood,” he said with a dead look in his eyes.
“What did you do?”
“Everything I do is for you.” He twirled his finger around a curl and whispered into my ear, “My Queen D, I won’t let anyone take what’s mine.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Baby, please.” He kissed my lips. “Not tonight.”
Luca flipped me over so my stomach was on the counter, my ass up in the air. He ran his palm over my bare ass and pinned my body to the marble. I squirmed beneath him, and he slapped my ass hard.
“This is your fault, D.” He spanked me again, and I yelped from the sudden pain working its way down my thigh. “You turn me into a monster. Do you have any idea how many men I have killed for you?”
“Luca, stop being so cryptic. Tell me what’s wrong.”
He ignored me, and by the fifth time he spanked me, the pain turned to pleasure, each slap sending a rush of adrenaline throughout my body. Liquid heat pooled between my thighs with each whack of his palm.
I liked when he dominated me.
He scared the life out of me, and I wasn’t sure I could handle him most days, but it felt good when he touched me like this. My whines turned to moans, riding out an orgasm until the bitter end. After he fed his demons, Luca smoothed his palm over my backside to soothe my throbbing skin. I watched in the mirror as he unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it onto the floor.
Blood streaked his chest.
At least it wasn’t his.
He stripped off his belt, and a surge of fear laced with excitement flooded my veins. I met his intense gaze in the mirror, daring him to keep going.
Luca doubled the belt in his hand and rubbed it along my backside. “You like getting spanked, baby girl?”
“Yes,” I choked out.
His hand covered my ass cheek, his fingers rubbing against my slit. “You’re so fucking wet.” He licked his lips and spread my thighs, staring down at my pussy. Luca slid his long finger inside me, grunting as he broke through my inner walls. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
After he added another finger, he wrapped his other hand around my throat and squeezed. I craved this side of him. The hunter, the monster, the devil in all of my dirty fantasies. My insides clenched around him as I rocked into his hand. One after another, moans escaped my lips, each wave of pleasure rolling down my arms and legs.
Luca’s usual scowl turned into a wicked grin that reminded me of the Joker. My villain. He stared into the mirror, his eyes wild and on fire with desire.
Pain and torture.
That’s what got Luca off.
He squeezed my throat hard enough to make me gasp. I slapped his hand away, which earned me a laugh in response. His fingers were still inside me, spreading me open. Fuck, it felt good when his fingers dragged along my inner walls.
He leaned forward, brushing my earlobe with his lips as he tightened his grip on my throat. I knew what he wanted. He was waiting for me to give him permission.
“Luca, not like this.”
Luca flipped me over and hooked my legs around his back.
“Talk to me. What’s wrong?” I shoved my hand through his black spiky hair, forcing him to look at me. “What happened tonight? Whose blood is on your clothes?”
His lips crashed into mine, his tongue aggressively sweeping into my mouth.
He hadn’t kissed me in years.
Just that one time.
He stole one kiss after another. The devil I craved claiming me like he needed my last breath to survive. Plagued by whatever he’d done tonight, I let him use me for his twisted purposes, forgetting about our issues for the moment.