Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96514 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
After he added another finger, his hand wrapped around my throat. I craved this side of him: the hunter, the monster, the Devil. My insides clenched around him as I rocked into his hand, and one after another, moans escaped my lips with each wave of pleasure.
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. For years, I allowed him to drag me into the darkness, consumed by the high he provided me. Luca was my drug, and I never wanted to be sober again.
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 my permission. A mixture of hatred and love for this man stirred inside my chest, and I knew there was only one way to fix him.
“It’s okay, Luca.” I rubbed his fingers to encourage him. “Lose yourself in me.”
He slipped his fingers out of me, his chest heaving as he unbuttoned his pants. Without warning or mercy, he slammed his cock into me and filled me to the hilt. I whispered his name as he stretched me out, taking what he wanted with each thrust. My elbows rubbed along the marble, hard enough to leave marks. Ignoring the burn, I found his eyes in the mirror and licked my lips, watching as he turned into the man who starred in all of my dirty dreams.
He kissed my shoulder, his hand gliding down my backside. “You were made for me, baby girl.”
I squealed when he pushed his finger into my ass, spreading warmth down my legs. “Luca,” I moaned. “Ahh, that feels so good.”
He flicked my earlobe with his tongue. “I love when you scream. Sing for me, baby girl.”
Luca gripped my ass cheeks, changing the angle as he bounced me on his cock. Breaking through my inner walls with fury, he took me higher and higher to the brink of insanity. Every every bit of anger and fear disappeared with each ripple of pleasure that spilled over me in hot, violent waves.
After I came, he pulled out, flipped me over, and hooked my legs around his back. He rocked into me again, moving my head onto his shoulder, squeezing the life out of me, almost as if he were saying goodbye.
“Don’t go there,” I whispered into the crook of his neck. “Stay with me, Luca. Please, baby, I need you, too. We need each other.”
My words sparked something inside him. The tension in his body subsided with each thrust, and as my back crashed against the mirror, my eyes met his. He looked wild and feral, like an animal on the hunt. He was still with me, and I knew when he was about to crawl back into the darkness. Any second, he could tip over the edge, lost to the madness dancing through his beautiful mind.
“I’m yours, Luca,” I whispered. “Don’t let go.”
His lips crashed into mine, his tongue aggressively sweeping into my mouth. 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.
I closed my eyes and scraped my nails along his skin. Luca growled as I clawed at his back, biting his lip as we fought a silent war. He responded by pounding my pussy as if he were trying to imprint his dick into me. Luca fucked me so hard I was numb to the pain, drowning in an endless sea of orgasms.
Luca growled like a hungry animal, his hand molded to my throat as he spilled his cum inside me. Long after our bodies relaxed and our breaths steadied, we held onto each other. Afraid words would ruin the moment.
He rested his sweaty forehead against mine, feeling my pulse beneath his fingers. “Drea,” he muttered, his eyes downcast.
I brushed his dark hair off his forehead. “I know, Luca.”
He looked at me, his eyes even more haunted than normal. “I fucked up.”
“No one’s perfect.”
He shook his head. “This time, I really fucked up.”
I kissed his lips as his cum dripped down my inner thigh. “You can tell me anything.”
“I know you hate me.” He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. “But you have to marry me. It’s the only way I can keep you safe.”