His finger found my entrance, and straight away, he plunged it deep inside me. I gasped as my inner walls tightened around the intrusion.
“Who does this beautiful pussy belong to?” His voice was commanding as he plunged even deeper. I cried out in pure adrenaline-fuelled bliss.
I didn’t answer him. I didn’t want to give in to him. I didn’t even think I could talk right then.
Plunging his fingers in deeper and playing with my clit with his thumb, he asked again, “Who does this belong to, Clara?”
I moaned in glorious pleasure. My God this was torturous. I so wanted him to give me what I wanted, but at the same time, I was never going to cave in.
“Who, Clara?” His voice was commanding and so fucking seductive.
A part of me actually screamed at me to answer that it was his. I just wanted my release as soon as possible. It was past desire by now; it was a crushing need. A need that took me beyond the realms of clarity.
“Oh God,” I cried, as his magic finger delved deeper and harder.
“Clara!” His voice was a frustrated growl.
Suddenly finding my voice, I shouted back, “I don’t fucking belong to anyone!”
Big Mistake! His finger was out of me faster than a bullet. “Arsehole!” I shouted—more loudly than I had intended. I didn’t much care, however. He had just brought me to a point of no return and then refused to go the full distance.
Crashing back in his seat, Luca’s body screamed in disappointment. “You obviously still have a lot to learn.”
I pointed at my chest. “Me? You’re talking about me?”
“Yes, you.” Luca gazed out of the window, not once turning to look at me.
I could have bitten back—I wanted to bite back—but I just couldn’t find the energy. If I was being honest with myself, I was deeply upset that my body was screaming for an orgasm which had never come. I could actually feel the tears welling; I was so consumed by it.
I didn’t though. I never would. I was determined, even now, to not back down. Clara Murphy was not a quitter, and in my growing lucidity, I realised I was proud of myself for not giving in to him. I was one person that never would.
The minute the car stopped, I was reaching for the handle and opening the door. I wasn’t hanging around waiting; I was still too pissed at Luca for that.
“Clara, where are you going?”
“I’m going to the bar to get a drink.”
I was halfway through the door when I felt a yank at my arm. Spinning around, I glared at him. “Let. Me. Go.”
“Wrong answer, amore mio.” Before I knew it I was being hauled over his shoulder again.
“Luca, you piece of shit, put me down.”
“Not happening, bella.” He spanked my bottom causing me to yelp.
“Did you just spank me?!” I screamed.
Luca chuckled. “You behave like a child, you get treated like one.”
“You fucking spanked me?”
He spanked me again. “And I don’t care for language or for that tone of voice either.”
“What the hell!” I had never in my twenty-six years of life been treated in this manner by anyone. Other than my father of course. The difference was when my dad spanked me, it was out of spite and anger. Luca was doing it as a way of showing me who he thought was boss.
Once we were back in my room he placed me on the bed and stared at me. I couldn’t tell from his look whether he wanted fuck me or spank me again. Maybe he wanted to do both.
“I’m not going to talk to you until you’re calm and sober.”
“How dare you imply that I’m drunk?!” I hiccupped at just the right time to prove his theory.
Damn it!
Luca raised a cheeky eyebrow and smiled. “You want to run that by me again?”
“Why are you so determined to be this barbaric, cavemanic, prehistoric animal?” I hiccupped again. Oh boy!
“Cavemanic?” He was still smiling.
“Yeah, ‘cavemanic.’ You think you can control me. I can’t be controlled. How about you do as you’re told and finish off what you started in the car?”
Still smiling, he waved a finger at me. “Not happening tonight. I want to hear you say the words. Until then, you can stew in your little tower. There’s a lot to be said—especially after the stunt you pulled tonight—but I won’t discuss it with you until the morning.”
I couldn’t believe it when he turned around and headed out the door. I was momentarily frozen, wondering whether what just happened had truly happened. As soon as I realised it had, I picked up a pillow and threw it at the door in frustration.
I flopped down on the bed and realised soon enough that no matter what I tried, Luca would always have the upper hand. I hated it with every fibre of my being, but it still didn’t change that fact.