CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
AYA
My body ached from how rigid I had sat for the half an hour it’d taken us to drive to our special place. The dingy siding sent relief spilling from my chest, and I let out a hot, harsh breath when we finally pulled into the lot. Luciano didn’t bother to park in a spot, simply turning off his car at a haphazard angle. Clutching the wheel tightly, I gnawed on my bottom lip while he shuffled against my back to pull the key from the ignition.
“… She wasn’t lying.” Softly mumbling in my ear, Luciano’s voice was hoarse, deeper than usual, and goosebumps washed my chest and arms. Reaching around my still chest, he caressed the base of my neck while his other hand pushed my hair over my shoulder. “I’m not a good man. I don’t care about the whores I fuck, and I make sure they know it. I’m not gentle.”
My heart stuttered behind my ribs at Luciano’s confession, and my throat tightened as chapped, hot lips brushed the crest of my ear. Arms thick with muscle trapped me to him, forcing me to listen as his breathing became harsher and shallow. The windshield began to fog despite the heat, but I stayed quiet as anticipation mingled with anxiety in my chest.
There was more he wanted to say, and I was content to wait.
Luciano’s warm, dry palm dragged down my chest, his fingers slipping under my dress to creep through the narrow valley between my breasts. His breath hitched at my gasp, and I involuntarily arched into his thumb as it crested the heavy globe. Slipping from the wheel, my fingers fisted into his jeans as he moved south, leaving scorched skin in his wake.
“Soft…” Muttering dazedly, Luciano paused at the vast plane between my hips. His knees kept mine firmly shut, and my thighs trembled with the desire to open. “I want to be soft… for you. Gentle… for you, mia Aya.”
My abdomen quaked, big, fat tears forming against my eyelids as Luciano’s hoarse admission. Squeezing my eyes shut, a wisp of a whimper escaped my clogged throat, and he breathed a hard gust against my ear. Heat spread from my womb, a throbbing need that grew with each second that passed in mind numbing silence.
He wants me to say ‘yes’. The thought burst into my mind, drying my mouth and restricting my heart to weak, fluttering beats.
“I do! I do! I do… I do… I do…” Rasping out that sacred phrase, I twisted to throw my arms around his neck. My dress tore at the seams, unable to withstand the pressure, but I ignored the fabric’s crackling rips. “I do… I do… I do…”
And I did. If I couldn’t have him, there was no point in living. Today had proven that. Every day had proven that. I did- whatever that entailed, I wanted it.
Wrapping me in an iron embrace, Luciano’s chest heaved against mine as he extracted his arm from my dress. Shuffling out of his car, he carried me towards our place with hurried strides. Against my lips his artery throbbed hard, and I squeezed him to me to wrap my legs around his waist. His hard, rigid abdominal muscles flexed against my core even from behind his shirt.
The sunlight vanished, and I cracked my eyes open to peek at the familiar space from under Luciano’s chin. Nothing had been moved, the almost empty room seeming big. A soft snitch echoed off the walls and coffee table, and I turned my gaze to his stony, tight expression.
My body grew cold when Luciano set me on the bed, sending a violent shiver down my spine. Laying there, I stared into his soul and he mine, shielding nothing from me. The dark monster that lived inside him reared up majestically, swirling around in the shadows within shadows. Quivering from the weight of his gaze, I flexed my toes before he jerked his shoulders.
Blood rushed in my ears, drowning out the sound of Luciano’s jacket hitting the floor. Holding my breath, my eyes widened as he pulled his button down over his head. Greed rose up inside me, my gaze darting over every inch of him. His bronzed skin reflected what little light sneaked past the curtains, and I licked my lips when his muscles tightened.
With agonizing slowness Luciano crawled to me, parting my legs to nestle between them. Powerful arms braced on either side of my head, and I kept still as he furrowed his brow, pursing his lips together. My heart struggled to beat, and after a few seconds he finally moved.
My lips tingled when Luciano kissed me, a soft, tentative meeting that sent electricity skittering across my face. Opening my mouth with no prodding, I moaned quietly when his tongue slipped behind my teeth to tangle sweetly with mine. The low, pleased sound seemed to give him more courage, his body bearing down to press me against the bed.
Underneath my creeping fingers Luciano’s muscles quivered, already slicked in a light sheen of sweat. Dropping onto his elbows, he was careful not to place all his weight on me. Trembling fingers brushed my cheek, his tongue leaving mine to trail saliva heavily down my jaw. Tilting my head automatically, another moan escaped my dry lips as low pulses of heat surged through me.
Big, unsteady hands gently tugged down my dress with sharp jerks, and I sucked in air through my teeth as the cold air of the room pierced my nipples. The soft, sheer fabric pooled against my hips, and I gripped Luciano’s shoulders as he lifted himself from my neck.
“Oh, fuck…” Flowing down my chest, Luciano’s slurred groan shot straight to my core. Nuzzling my breast, his nose flicked my firm nipple, and I arched with a strangled whimper. Shivering lips closed around the peak to suckle lightly, pulling a gasp from my throat. Kneading my breast, he growled against my aching flesh before his mouth sailed to the left.
“P- please…” Arching my back in a silent plea, I moaned loudly as waves of heat slammed into my heart. My fingers tangled in his short-cropped hair, holding weakly while he jerked up. Yanking my dress down, his hands left me flushed and panting as he struggled out of his pants.
Draping himself over me, Luciano captured my mouth to swallow my moans and gasps. His naked body gyrated against mine, hot and hard and desperate. Need beat against my eye sockets, and I spread my legs wide in wanton invitation. Thick and silky, his rod brushed my folds to send a shock up my spine, and I tightened my grip on his hair.
Tensing when his rough fingertips slipped between my lower lips, I shuddered even as he groaned out a slur. His thick digits prodded my entrance, thumb sweeping to rub my aching, swollen nub. Moving my hips instinctually, I bit down on his tongue as my heart stuttered in my chest. Grunting into my mouth, he ripped his lips from mine to pant harshly against my cheek.
“Oh-h-h… my God- Oh- oh- oh…” Sinking into my depths, Luciano groaned but kept his hand still even as he thrust his hips. The smoothness of his rod slid up my abdomen, and foreign discomfort lodged inside me as my moans turned into stutters that went nowhere. “It’s- it’s… I-… Oh-h-h-h-h…”
“Shit… Aya-”My walls tightened around Luciano’s finger, body writhing to create a delicious friction. Breathing hard, I whimpered before he withdrew. The sudden emptiness sent goosebumps to rest on my trembling thighs, and I pulled my knees up as he carefully re-entered my channel.
“Ha- ha-a-a-a-…” Tilting my hips, I tossed my head to the side and my hands flew to the blanket underneath me. Luciano’s intrusive finger twisted and curled, and I ground my teeth together before he exited my cavern fully.
Pulling his hips back, the head of Luciano’s rod set against my weeping entrance before he dropped to his elbows. My body tensed, and he grabbed my face to force me to look at him. His cheeks were pink, eyes blazing like onyx and mouth a thin line.
Pin needles pricked my core as he thrust slowly, his eyes never wavering. Trapping under his elbows, I couldn’t pull away from Luciano’s sweet submerge. Deeper he descended into my channel, stretching my walls as my brain short circuited. My lungs refused to work, sending a fire through me that only intensified the throbbing pain between my legs.
“Fuck- fuck- fuck- fuck…” Muttering hoarsely, Luciano groaned when his hips finally met mine. Still he pushed, determination glinting in his dark gaze to sink as far as he could. My nails bit into my palms through the blanket fabric, and I didn’t dare move as he took a deep, ragged breath.
Screaming for air, my lungs shuddered against my ribs before I managed a shallow breath, and I blinked hard. Luciano was still, his lips twisting and jaw clenching as I came to terms with what had just happened.
“L- Lucian-n-no…?” Trembling, my voice was weak, and tears welled in my eyes. Pressing his forehead against mine, Luciano reached to grab my hand, entwining our fingers in a tender gesture. Clutching him tightly, I shivered as gasping breaths dried my throat.
“Do you want to keep going, mia Aya?” My breathy moan met Luciano’s grumble of a question, and he pressed his lips to mine before retreating from my depths. My walls quaked in protest, legs wrapping around his waist to draw him in. Gasping at the sting, I nearly choked as his tongue slathered his taste against my inner cheeks.
Rolling in their sockets, my eyes ached as my body curled tightly around him. Luciano set a gentle pace, his rod soothing the white-hot desire that clung to my insides while his tongue delved into my mouth. With each soft thrust he grunted, and he grabbed my other hand to hold them both on either side of my head.
My orgasm came up on me with the force of a train, and I ripped my lips from Luciano’s to cry out a shrill sound. Convulsing underneath him, I clamped down on his length with all the strength I had left. Each ridge, every vein, was clearly imprinted against my walls, and he thrust deep to ride my waves of pleasure with a loud groan of his own. Shoving his face in my neck, he left hot, open mouthed kisses on my quivering skin and squeezed my hands.
“Oh- oh- It’s hot! H- hot!” I was on fire, my muscles burning and skin melting as Luciano shuddered on top of me. Cramps twisted the sinew in my legs when I curled my toes, and residual spasms attacked my spine. “Ermn-n-n-n…”
Noises escaped my throat that I didn’t even know I could make. Shivering from the force of my experience, my legs fell from around Luciano’s hips to hit the bed with a hard, echoing thump. My mind was blank, and Luciano sucked in air to send a rush of cold up my neck before extracting his nose from my flesh. Through hooded eyes I watched him shake his head dazedly, the monster hiding behind his orbs smiling wickedly down at me.
Smiling back, I sunk into the mattress to bask in the gentle waves that lapped at the edge of my consciousness.