“Don’t talk about my family in that way.”
“It seems I’ve hit a nerve,” I taunt him
“You know nothing.” He walks to my side of the car so we’re standing face to face.
“I know more than you think. You of all people should know that.”
“But you are nowhere near intelligent, Miss Castillo.”
Now that was a low blow. I mean, most of my statement about him haven’t be very nice either. But at this point, I realize that we’re tired. Tired of this. Tired of each other. Just physically and emotionally exhausted.
But neither of us will back down without a fight.
“I may not be Albert fucking Einstein, but I am perceptive. I know that you come from a prestigious family, a family that has put you under constant pressure since you were a child. You take all that frustration and anger and convert it into your personality, the way you treat people. You’re picky. From the way you dress to the way you walk. You know what you want when you want it. In most situations at least. All the pressure you put on us stems from your own mistakes. Being born into an Italian family with a heritage that is so thick hasn’t helped you. But everything they taught you is ingrained in your blood. That doesn’t mean that you have to put up with them treating you like shit. I can relate to most of the things that you’ve been through, even though you don’t want to admit it. The constant pressure that you aren’t supporting the people you’re supposed to support. Your mother or father telling you that you’re not enough. Those are the things that have made you who you are today. The way “thank you” isn’t present in your vocabulary or the way you hated me from the first moment you saw me. You’re not a pushover, but when it comes to your family... I concur. The real question here, Mr. Donatello, is whether you want to face it or not.” I pause before continuing my ‘Speech’.
“I can’t stand here and say I have faced it. I visit my family as often as possible, but am I really addressing the issues? No. I know that, but do you?” Looking up at him with a “so I’m a dumb bitch apparently” face. He grabs my wrist and pulls me in.
“You may be perceptive, Miss Castillo, but one of the biggest lies that I just heard come out of your mouth is the notion that I hate you. I don’t hate you, Ale. I despise you.” Our noses are touching now.
“Is that so, Luca? Well, I think that’s the only thing we can agree on.” I slam my lips onto his. He isn’t shocked or even hesitant about the kiss. Our lips move together in a frenzied state. Pushing me onto the car, Luca takes my t-shirt off. Tugging it over my head and chucking it to the other side of the garage. I do the same, unbuttoning his shirt while his hands roam all over my body.
“I still loathe you, but you’re hot as fuck. That I won’t deny.”
“Ditto,Ragazza,” he rasps.
Finally, I slip the last button from its hole, ripping his shirt off after what seems like hours. I run my hands over his chest. His chest goes up and down as he breathes heavily. I run my finger down the middle of his abs, making sure it touches every single crevice. Who made this man, fucking Hades?
I’ve seen him like this before, but now sweat droplets roll down his chest. He seems even more buff than he did before.
He pulls my head back, kissing all the way down to my collar bone, grazing his teeth against my skin, making me hypersensitive. I can feel the cool steel of the car against my back. Licking and kissing all the way down to my bra, he looks up at me with a smirk before reaching to the back and unfastening it. He practically rips my bra off, setting my breasts free as he uses his hands to massage them. He brings his fingers down to play with my nipples, and I moan out, reacting to his touch.
“Fuck. You didn’t tell me they were pierced.”
“I don’t remember having a conversation about my boobs.”
The metal slides between both nipples as he begins to play with them as if they’re toys. I can’t handle this. I’ve never been this wet before. Bringing his mouth down, he starts licking and sucking, leaving multiple marks in his wake.
“These tits could start wars,ragazza.” He presses up between my legs, both of us still fully clothed on the bottom half of our bodies. Even with the clothing separating us, I can feel his length and can already tell that it’s going to hurt when it goes in. Fuck.
“You see what those pieces of metal do to me?” He presses his lips to my ear. “I’m going to fuck you like a dirty whore. After this, no man will ever touch this pretty little cunt and leave you satisfied. You’ll be ruined.”
He brings his fingers down my stomach slowly and I whine.
“You’re already a needy little girl.”
“I would never need anything of yours.”
“Tsk. Tsk. Bad move on your part. That means I’ll just have to fuck you longer then.”
Bringing his hands to the hem of my leggings, he slowly brings them down my thighs. He takes them off completely before spreading my legs open. He kneels in front of me, reaching up to move my panties aside.
“You say you don’t need anything from me,ragazza, but your pussy says otherwise. You’re already this wet. I can’t imagine how much you could squirt.”
“You think too highly of yourself. The only person to make me come is myself. Never in my life have I been able to squirt, and you most definitely won’t be the one to do it.”
“Let’s prove that theory wrong.” He starts circling around my opening and I shiver. His fingers keep circling and circling.
I let the shock of the amazing feeling run through me.