No Boundaries(67)

“Oh fuck, Luka,” I moaned.

I flipped my hair up as I moved my back upright. I smacked my hands on his chest as I rocked my hips forward and back. He reached his right hand up to my breast and lightly squeezed it, making me throw my head back and close my eyes. I let out a load moan and he leaned up, capturing my hard nipple in his mouth. I slowed my hips and rolled them over his as his tongue flicked over my nipple, sending shivers down my body.

He pressed his hips hard to meet mine.

“I want you on your stomach,” he said.

I slowly pulled myself off of him, and I lay down on my stomach and pushed my ass up slightly in the air. He moved behind me and slowly pushed himself inside me. He leaned down on top of me, and as he started to pump his hips, he wrapped his right hand lightly around my throat. I was not normally a girl that liked to feel choked while having sex, but for some reason, Luka’s hand putting pressure on my throat was one of the hottest things I had ever experienced.

“Oh God, yes Luka!” I screamed.

I moved my hips in time with his and I felt my whole body start to shake. I let out loud moans and he pumped his hips harder. He lightly bit my shoulder and pulled out of me and pulled my hips so that I was lying on my side. He lay back down behind me and pulled open my legs so that he was holding my right leg up with his right arm. He then slowly pushed inside me and started to rock his hips. I leaned my head back toward him and his lips captured mine. Sparks ignited throughout my body. I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted him deeper.

As he drove his hips into mine, he moved his right hand down so that he was able to rub my clit. His touch sent ripples throughout my body. Deep down, I knew Luka Gioti was the man that ripped my family apart. I knew I should throw up walls and keep my feelings out of this. But in that moment, with his strong body behind mine, and his hands touching me in all the right places, I couldn’t help but give in to the fairytale.

Sex with Luka was like nothing I had ever experienced with anyone else. With others, I felt as though I was just going through the motions, getting off when they knew what they were doing. But with Luka, it was like my entire body responded to him. All of my senses were heightened. He listened to every moan I made and reacted to it. He knew just how to push me to my breaking point and to keep me there, so that I was suspended between pleasure and pain, leaving me wanting nothing more than for him to continue what he was doing.

Luka continued to force his hips harder. My moans grew louder and he moved his hand up and wrapped his arm around me, pulling my body even closer to him. I felt his lips on my neck as he thrust up into me and all my walls came crashing down. I felt him release with me, and when we were both finished, he continued to hold me and gently kiss my neck.

If Luka Gioti was bad, then I never wanted to be good again.





8





Luka





Vienna was sleeping in the bed as I got dressed. I looked in the mirror, tightening my tie and buttoning my jacket. I'd send her phone a text once I got into the car, remind her to be there when I got back. I opened up my safe in the back of my closet and grabbed a few hundreds. I left them on the bed. She would need to take a taxi to go get her things. I wanted her to move in with me. Somewhere I could keep an eye on her, to make sure she stayed safe.

I understood her apprehension. I wasn’t sure I would've chosen the gig for myself, but it was my life. But I also wanted a fair shot at something with her. I could make her comfortable, happy, and drunk off of our sex every night. She would never have to work a day in her life. And I would make sure that her fears about me going back to jail or the feds would never come true. I would be with her forever.

I walked out of the front door and saw Marco standing next to my car. The man was fucking huge. Bald as a cue ball and almost twice my size. He easily could have gone into the NFL, but he decided to stay with the family. It was a matter of respect. He knew he couldn’t leave or expose us. By being in the limelight, he could have shed some light on our family, and that was dangerous. He gave me a smug smile with his hands together over his belt, leaning against my car.

“If you've left a mark on that car…”

“You'll kill me. I've heard it before.”

He nodded at me. “Who's the girl?”

“Just some broad I picked up. A man's got needs, you know. That long in the slammer? I’ve got business to attend to.”

“Man, I’ve been there. Eighteen months was enough for me to miss pussy more than anything. I’d eat that shit for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if it was up to me.”

“It's been four years, Marco. You still haven't found somebody to stick around with?”