You Will Be Mine(67)

“Don’t.” Thrust. “Ever.” Thrust. “Do that again!” Thrust.

I knew what he was doing. This was punishment for my actions. He was marking me and reminding me of whom I was to him. I was his. He was regaining his power over me, and he was making damn sure I knew it.

Grabbing my head, we met each other for a violent kiss. With each powerful thrust of his hips against the wall, I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to blow. He was masterful—powerful. He loved to know he had the control, and boy was he controlling me.

“I hated seeing you give pleasure to that man. I hated knowing that what you were doing was turning him on. At the same time, I can’t get the image of how goddamned sexy you looked with him at your feet out of my head. The way you controlled him… The way you commanded him… I could have fucked you right there.”

“Luca!” I screamed, my orgasm rising quickly.

“What do you say, Clara?”

Knowing exactly what he was trying to convey, I shouted, “I’m yours, Luca! Only yours!”

Luca pushed on harder than ever and that was it; I knew I was going to go. The beautiful rhythm of his hips was in perfect tune with my body. He knew exactly what it wanted and delivered it every time. With each of his grunts and moans, the feeling just grew that much stronger.

“Now, Clara. Now!”

My body obeyed him instantly. I was off screaming his name as my walls closed down on his cock, milking him for everything he had.

Luca grunted, “Fuck!” as he slammed into me one last time before his eruption. With a few more token thrusts, he was done, breathing heavily at my neck.

“I never know whether I’m coming or going with you,” Luca admitted. Pulling my head back, I looked at him with a smile. “Okay, I get it wise-ass. It’s much better if I’m coming, right?”

I gasped. “You took the words right out of my mouth.”

“I’ve never known anyone quite like you, Clara Murphy.”

The sincerity in his eyes nearly had tears springing to my own. I wasn’t an overly-emotional person, and I never had been. My parents saw to that when they thought beating me instead of hugging me was the way to bring me up.

I smiled brightly, trying ever so hard to fight back the tears. “I could say the same for you.”

Carefully pulling out, Luca gently put me back on my feet. I winced. I was sorer than I had ever been. Only now was my body deciding to tell me.

“What’s the matter? Have I hurt you?”

“No,” I said, blushing. “I’m just a little sore.”

Luca smiled. “I’m sorry, bella.”

I laughed out loud. “No, you’re not. You’re proud of the fact you’ve made me sore, aren’t you? You little shit.”

“I could never be proud of hurting you, amore mio. I will look after you tonight. I shall bathe you tenderly and take care of you. No more sex.”

My eyes nearly fell to the floor. “You’re denying me sex?”

“I’m not denying you. Your body is telling you it needs a rest, so let’s answer it by cooling it until you’re better.”

“You make me sound as though I’m ill. I’m not ill, Luca. I’m sure my body will eventually adjust to the new regime it’s just started.”

Pulling me to his lips, Luca kissed me hungrily. “I like the sound of your body adjusting to mine. I like to know that there hasn’t been anyone for so long that your body has to cope with your ‘new regime.’ It makes me feel proud that you’re all mine.”

“I think my body is adjusting to yours a little too much.”

Luca kissed my nose and sighed. “Too much is never enough.”





Three months later



The following few months were a whirlwind. Business was doing better than ever, the girls were happy, and Luca and I were just as infatuated as ever. We could never seem to keep our hands off of each other, and it showed. I think everyone knew by now that we were a couple, and because of that, I was left alone. Even Jeffrey had stopped calling. Whether that was because he knew about Luca and me, or whether Luca had had a word with him about it, I didn’t know. To be honest I wasn’t bothered that much about it. I would do it if I wanted to, but never felt a need for it. It just made Jeffrey happy, and I thought there was no harm in it.

I hadn’t heard a word from Rachael, and I was glad of that. I thought with her spitefulness and her “you’ll live to regret it” comment, I would have bumped into her. Maybe she had moved on and decided it wasn’t worth it. That was what I hoped for anyway.

My Aunt Trudy was out of rehab and was doing much better. Both Luca and I visited as often as we could. There seemed to be a mutual admiration between my aunt and Luca. It was nice to see and often had my heart swelling. It did, on the other hand, frighten me when I felt this way. I had a feeling of immense joy and excitement whenever Luca was around, but it scared me to death. I didn’t like feeling this vulnerable around him, and I didn’t like feeling such emptiness whenever he wasn’t around. My body, mind, and soul called out to him whenever he was away from me, and I hated myself for feeling that way. I wasn’t sure what that feeling was, but the alien nature of it had me petrified beyond words.