You Will Be Mine(53)

“Does it feel like I need help?”

“Oh God. Do that again!”

“You like it like that, do you?” He did it again.

“Oh, yes! Again!”

He plunged in again, and I felt my whole body convulse in time to his powerful thrusts. “I’m going to stay inside you all day. Bury myself in you until you can’t stand any more. Do you hear me?” Oh I fucking heard him alright. Fuck me, I thought I was going to faint. “Clara, do you hear me?”

“Yes!” I screamed as he thrust inside me again.

“I’m going to make you come so hard your body will be still humming from it for days. Do you hear me?”

He plunged into me again. Hard. “Yes! I hear you.”

“You’re mine. Mine to take, mine to keep, and mine to do whatever the fuck I want to. Your body, your soul, and even your will all are mine and only mine. Do you hear me?”

He plunged again, and the only thing I could think to scream was, “Yes!” yet again. I was completely at his mercy.

He was moving constantly, but every now and then, he would thrust even deeper, causing my legs to shake and my body turn to jelly.

“Do you know how fucking good your pussy feels? I want to live inside it, hide myself away in it for eternity. My cock begs to be inside you and to feel you beneath me as I’m thrusting myself deep within you. Do you hear me?”

“Fuck, yes!” I screamed. What the hell was wrong with me? He was commanding me, telling me all of the things he was going to do. Telling me that I had to take it—and I was. I was taking every single fucking thing he had.

“Clara,” he breathed.

I didn’t even realise I had my eyes closed until he uttered my name. I was gone—gone into a world filled with Luca and only Luca.

“Clara, look at me!” His command immediately brought my eyes to him.

Why on earth was I doing as I was told?

I looked deep into his eyes as he thrust inside me again and again. By the way his eyes stared into mine—hungrily and desperately—I knew he was going to send me over the edge soon.

I opened my legs to him even more and reached down to grab his ass. My God! That alone nearly made me come on the spot. I grabbed him, pushing him into me deeper still.

“Clara, let go.”

I glared into his eyes. “No!”

“I’m in control; I tell you when you can make me come.”

I moaned. Jeez, I didn’t know whether to smack him or orgasm on the spot. One seemed to jell into the other.

Feeling naughty, I squeezed his ass again. The moan that escaped him had my heart beating even faster— if that was even possible.

“Clara, don’t.”

I couldn’t tell if that was a command or a plea. This time, I raised my hips up to meet him.

“Clara!” His tone was more aggressive.

I was going to give him one more squeeze, but then, without warning, he lifted me off the bed, remaining inside me the whole time, and thumped me up against the wall.

I gasped, but I didn’t have time to comprehend what had just happened. He thrust himself deep inside again, causing me to scream.

“Who’s in control?” He thrust again.

“Oh God!” I screamed.

“Wrong answer.” He thrust again. “Who’s in control?”

Feeling the effects of his magnificent torture, my stomach began to feel the familiar burn as my impending orgasm was about to burst at any moment.

“Tell me! Give me those words. Who is in control?”

“You!” I screamed, not caring anymore. I was about to detonate around him, and right then I thought I would crawl on my hands and knees just to get it. It seemed Luca was a drug after all, and I was definitely addicted.

“Who do you belong to?” His pounding became more aggressive as his own control was about to waver. I knew he was close.

“You, Luca!” Right in that moment, I knew those words were true. He was in control, and I was his.

“Give it to me. Now!”

I did. Oh boy, did I! I came, screaming again and again. His pounding became even faster as he grunted and moaned. My orgasm just kept going and going, and just when I reached the point where I thought I couldn’t take much more, Luca growled as he violently came inside me.

Breathlessly, Luca murmured, “You are some woman.”

“Thank you. You’re not too shabby yourself.” I smiled as he pressed his lips against mine.

“Not too shabby? Do you want me to punish you again?”

My eyes widened. “You call that punishment? Is this how you torture women? Torment them with orgasms? ‘Oh please, Mr. Belatoni. I will tell you anything you want to know. Just don’t make me come anymore!’”

That’s when I felt it—his hand on my arse. “Did you just spank me?”