Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“But maybe you should be scared,” Luca says, making my heart pound when his hand wraps around my neck. He watches every little micro-expression on my face as he squeezes harder. “Are you scared now?”
I shake my head again.
Luca chuckles. “I can tell. Your pussy’s gripping me like a vice.” He takes his hand off my throat, but only to slap me across the face.
I whimper, but I say nothing, letting him continue to fuck me. I can feel my own muscles tensing and grabbing on to his cock inside me.
I let my body splay open, accepting all of his assault, even though a part of me wants to curl into a ball and protect myself.
“Fuck,” Luca curses as he continues fucking me. He slaps my face a couple more times before his hand settles around my neck again.
It’s not that he doesn’t see the hints of pain in my furrowed brows and my gasps. But we both know the pain only heightens my pleasure.
Right now, I don’t process the pain he inflicts emotionally. I just feel it physically and let it complement the pleasure of his cock hitting my G-spot, over and over again.
I savor the weight of his body on me. The feeling of his skin brushing against mine.
His body grows hot and sweaty, and he’s grunting with every thrust. Even his cock feels harder as he slams into me, our bodies slapping loudly and obscenely.
All I can do is lie there and take it.
This is exactly what I want. This is what I asked from him. Now he’s giving it to me. And it feels good.
My body rocks up and down with Luca’s thrusts. His hand around my neck keeps me from sliding away. He’s impaling me on his cock. I couldn’t get away even if I wanted to, not when he’s going into a frenzy and fucking me with abandon.
When Luca smashes into me one last time, it pushes me over the edge, and I tumble down into the abyss. Everything goes black as I lose control. Luca fills my being. His throbbing, pulsing cock spurts his seed deep inside me.
Sweat sticks his body to mine when he collapses on top of me, completely exhausted.
He puts his hand on my hair, but he doesn’t pull this time. Instead, he strokes my hair gently, as if I’m some breakable, fragile china.
I smile as I nuzzle into his palm. Orgasmic glow spreads throughout my body. Everything’s soft and warm.
“Are you okay?” Luca asks.
I giggle, still high from my climax. “Yes. Oh my God, yes.”
“I didn’t hurt you?” Luca holds himself up with his elbows. His eyes are full of concern . . . and maybe even a little bit of guilt.
“I’m fine. I’m way better than fine. Don’t worry, Luca,” I say as I put my hands on his broad shoulders. “God, you’re so scadorable.”
“What’s that?” Luca frowns. He looks so serious I can’t help but laugh again.
Sarah
When Luca drives me down to the clinic in the morning, I’m still basking in the afterglow of the amazing sex we had last night.
The car stops. I lean over the center console, wrap my arms around Luca, and give him a quick peck on the cheek.
He just looks at me awkwardly. “I’ll pick you up at the usual time.”
“Okay.” I can’t help but smile at his facial expression. He’s so different when he’s not being all dominant and scary. I think I like both sides of him.
Scadorable.
I close the car door and stride into the clinic, my smile still pasted on my face. As Brian greets me and hands me a folder, I wonder if I may actually smile more than Brian this morning.
I find it funny when men think women only want the fluffy stuff—you know, the roses, the chocolates, the bath supplies, and handwritten notes on Hallmark cards.
I don’t know, though. Maybe most women actually want that. I’ve never dated a woman. What do I know about what other women want from their partners?
Sure, I have girlfriends back in the city, but a girl’s not just going to come right out and admit she makes her boyfriend buy her a dozen roses every month or she’d blow a fuse. No way. She’d simply post pictures of those flowers on Instagram instead, maybe adding a cutesy “Thank you for the flowers, boo! <3” in the caption.
That’s not what I want, though.
What I want is exactly what Luca gave me last night. I’ve never had it before, and I didn’t even know it existed.
I used to think there were two types of men: the nice ones and the mean ones. I decided the nice ones (like Martin) were boring, so I went to the mean ones, hoping they’d use me the way I needed to be used.
I never thought someone like Luca could exist.