“You know what you do to me?” he growled. “You make me so fucking hard.”
He stabbed himself between my legs, taking me in one enormous thrust and impaling me on his cock. The sensation of him inside me tore my mind from my body, and I went wild. I thrashed against him like a rabid animal, all teeth and claws. It felt amazing. For the first time in a week, I was alive. Filled with hunger and need, instead of endless sadness.
Luka fucked me like a savage. He grunted with his merciless thrusts, pounding into me, and I moaned, although it was choked off. His grip was intense and pressed hard against the pulse banging in my neck. He drove down into me, pushing me into the seat where a seatbelt dug into my back, but I didn’t give a fuck. The fire consuming us was too powerful to fight, so instead I locked my ankles behind his back and held him to me.
Luka kept me right on the edge of orgasm, not allowing me to go over, so in frustration I reached down and touched myself. If he wouldn’t get me there, I would. When he realized what I was doing, he looked scary. My hand was shoved away, and he tapped me hard on the face. Just with the ends of his fingertips, but enough to make my breath halt in my lungs.
“Whose pussy is this?” he demanded. “You’ll come when I say so.”
His soft, corrective slap had shocked me, but I loved it. I was going to explode. “Please,” I rasped. “Fuck, Luka. Please.”
“I’ll never let you go again,” he said between enormous pants for air. “We belong together. Repeat it.”
“We belong together,” I agreed.
“Because I own you.” His lips pressed to mine. We’d gone at it like people on the brink of insanity, and when we reached the top of the precipice, he flung us over with a final push. “And you own me.”
Pleasure detonated. I screamed as I came, making the limo driver slam on the brakes, sending us tumbling, but Luka held on. He braced an arm on the floor to stop us, and as the powerful orgasm swept through me, he began to reach his end, too.
“I love you,” I whispered through his loud moans, and gripped him ferociously as he shuddered and pulsed inside me.
“Fuck, I love you,” he said, when he seemed to have regained the ability to speak. He lifted his head and smoothed a hand over my cheek. “Are you all right?”
The limo had stopped moving, and we could hear the driver getting out, probably preparing to check on me. Was I all right? “No,” I said lightly, stroking a hand over Luka’s thick hair. “Not yet, but I will be.”
He stared into my eyes, and I knew he understood exactly how I meant it.
Chapter
Twenty-Seven
I went back to school the following week as Luka had asked me to, and he’d been right. The normalcy helped to combat the unfamiliar life I’d been thrust into. I spent my days in class trying to catch up, and at night he helped distract me during the difficult first few weeks.
There were setbacks.
One night, the realization that my great-grandmother’s crystal bowl had been destroyed had sent me into a deep depression. The only photos I had of my family were what I’d saved in my phone or online, so Luka reached out to my extended family and Jonathon’s school to try to get me copies of everything possible.
And there were days when I had to remind myself they were really gone. Jonathon wouldn’t graduate from high school. My parents wouldn’t be there to see me walk across a stage and receive my college degree. Sometimes the pain was so acute I couldn’t breathe, and I begged Luka to give me a different type of pain.
Which he did.
Other days, I coped. I survived by leaning on him. He arranged for a team to shift through the wreckage of my house and bring us whatever might be of value to me, sentimental or otherwise.
It was an early Saturday morning when a knock on our bedroom door roused Luka and me awake.
“Addison,” Vasilije said.
I glanced at Luka with sleepy eyes. Vasilije and I hadn’t said much toward each other since I returned to the house. He’d given me a sincere apology about the incident before I’d left, and then a heartfelt condolence, but most of the time I didn’t see him. He was hardly ever home. So why was he asking for me and not his brother?
“Yes?”
“Can you come downstairs?” His voice was loud so I could hear through the door. “My father needs a word.”
It was barely light outside, and his father was here? I froze as panic pumped through my veins. Luka’s expression mirrored my suspicion, and we both climbed out of bed, pulling on clothes. “Yeah, just a second.”