“I know, baby. I saw the pain on your face. The hurt in your eyes. You look like your mother, which has made it harder for me to separate the two of you. So when I saw you for the first time, I wanted to wring your neck. I didn’t see you. I saw your bitch mother.”
“So you pushed me away. Made me feel like shit every single day for a year straight.” My chest ached as I thought about the past, all the shit I had endured because of my mother. “You forced me to watch you with other girls.”
“I got off to you, not them. Did you ever see me look at them?”
I shook my head. “No, you always looked at me in the mirror.”
“Because I pretend I was fucking you. I couldn’t even come if you weren’t there.”
“That’s not the point, Luca. You could have had me instead. I wanted you. You knew it and let this secret between us ruin my life.”
“Bash and Damian begged me not to kill you,” he confessed, breathing scotch in my face. “They obsessed over you from the first day of school. I guess I did, too. Just not in the same way as them. I couldn’t bear the thought of touching you. To do so would have been a betrayal to my mom. So I told Bash and Damian all the things I wanted to do to you… and they did them for me.”
“Is that why all four of you agreed to share me?”
“Yes.”
Sucking his bottom lip into my mouth, I rocked my hips, and Luca groaned, threading his fingers through my curls. “Luca, I need you to kiss me.”
His right eyebrow lifted in question. “You need or you want?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes, Drea. The words have two entirely different meanings.”
“Iwantyou to kiss me.”
He smirked. “That’s better, baby.”
He always kissed me like he wanted to devour me, but tonight, he wanted to conquer me. Claim me. Brand me with his searing hot kisses. Our kiss didn’t last long, and as our lips separated, I pulled my shirt over my head and flung it across the room. He dipped his head down, stuck out his tongue, and rolled it over my nipples that were so hard I hissed when his tongue contacted my skin.
“Luca,” I panted. “Please don’t wake me up with your hand over my mouth ever again.”
He grinned with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “I promise, but under one condition.”
“And what is that?”
“Marry me.”
“How about you make me come first and then I’ll decide.”
His eyes traveled up and down the length of my naked body. “Fuck, woman. You’re going to be the death of me.”
Luca moved my thighs apart with his hand, teasing my wet slit with his long finger, and I cried out as he pushed his finger inside me. “You’re always so wet for me.” He added another finger and raised my left leg over his shoulder. “So tight.”
His tongue rolled over my aching clit. Every part of my body came alive at once as my skin pricked with tiny bumps. Luca spread me open, making love to my pussy, consuming me with each flick of his tongue. One moan after another escaped my lips, and my eyes slammed shut, lost in the moment.
He looked up at me, his eyes hooded, and whispered, “Be a good girl and come for me, Drea.”
His tongue moved inside me, giving me long, aggressive licks. My legs shook as my orgasm rocked through me, and he held me down as his tongue darted in and out of me. I exploded on Luca’s tongue, coming so hard my entire body felt numb by the time I stopped trembling.
He dropped my leg on the bed and licked his lips. Luca stripped off his shirt, and my hands found his scarred chest. I leaned forward to kiss his skin, tasting every inch of him. He growled when my tongue flicked his nipple.
I inched my way down his chest, sticking out my tongue to lick right below his black Dolce & Gabbana boxer briefs. Flipping open the button on his pants, I rolled down the zipper, and he shoved his pants over his hips with his boxers.
He kicked off the rest of his clothes and kneeled between my thighs, running his fingers through my hair as I licked the pre-cum from the head of his cock.
“My Queen D.” Luca fisted my curls in his hand and grunted. “Suck my cock into your pretty mouth.”