You Will Be Mine(76)

Complying with his demands, I kept my hands still, knowing that I would go at any moment.

Watching the people below us, my eyes began to roll in the back of my head. Luca was fucking me—fucking me good—and no one had a clue as to what was going on right above them.

Luca pounded into me relentlessly, and it was delicious. The feel of his cock sliding in and out of my soaking wet entrance had me spellbound.

Feeling my walls tightening, Luca thrust hard. “Who do you belong to, Clara?”

I let my orgasm take over and shouted, “You, Luca! Always you!” That was it. I screamed. My walls sucked him in deep and just kept sucking until my body couldn’t take much more.

“Fuck, Baby, I missed this so much. You’re mine! Fucking mine. I’m never going to let you go!” Growling hard, Luca thrust one last time before I felt his hot come shooting inside me.

With my hands still on the glass, I felt Luca lean his head on my back. I felt his tender kiss brush against me as he pulled out and tugged me back into him.

Hands finally free, I looked up to see the outline of them on the window, and it made me smile. I wasn’t sure why it made me smile. It may have been because I knew why the handprints were there.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered in my ear before kissing my neck.

I turned to face him and scowled a little. “This in no way means you have gotten away with what you did.”

Luca smiled and leaned in to kiss my lips. “I never thought otherwise. Let me take you home, and we can talk.”

I shook my head. “Ah, ah, mister. I’m having a night out with the girls.” Wrapping my legs around his waist, Luca moved towards the glass.

“Do we need to go again? Maybe up against the window this time?”

The thought made me wet again with anticipation. It was tempting. Ever so tempting. “No, Luca. I’m supposed to be enjoying my time with Belinda and Tammy; I shouldn’t spend it being fucked up against a window.”

Luca growled. “I don’t fuck you, Clara.”

“It certainly felt that way to me just a few minutes ago.”

Biting my lip, he pushed me higher up against the glass. “It may seem like I fuck you, but you’re in no way just a fuck to me. You never have been.”

Trying to shake my uncontrollable urge to tell him to do just that to me, I pushed him back a little. “Oh, no. You’re not wrapping me round your little finger this time, buddy. My girls are waiting for me.”

Nibbling my neck again, Luca whispered, “They’ll understand.”

I stood firm and giggled as I pushed him back. “No, Luca. Not now.”

“You’re saying that a lot this evening.” He sighed, placed me down and handed me my dress. “I suppose after what I’ve done I should let you have the rest of your evening with the girls. Afterwards, though, we must talk.”

I rolled my eyes and curtsied. “Oh thank you, lord and master.”

Pulling up his trousers, Luca moaned. “Get dressed before I change my mind.”

As I slipped my dress on, Luca zipped me up. “There’s a toilet through that door if you want to get cleaned up.”

Tiptoeing to his cheek, I kissed him lightly. “Thank you.”

He smiled and patted my bottom. “No problema, amore mio. I shall see you at home.”

Returning to the room after my clean-up, I found Belinda and Tammy eagerly waiting for me. Another bottle of champagne had promptly arrived, and Belinda was pouring us each a glass.

“Oh I know that look,” Tammy squealed. “That’s the look you get after having make-up sex.” Completely giving myself away, I smiled. “See! I told you.”

I looked at Belinda and she winked at me. “What was it like?”

I sighed my contentment. “Like it always is with Luca.”

“I couldn’t hear you this time.” She turned her attention to Tammy and nudged her. “Normally, you can hear them all over. No matter where you are in The Castle, everyone knows when the famous Murphy and Belatoni are having sex.”

“Belinda!” I was trying to protest, but couldn’t help the giggles that were escaping me.



We stayed for an hour longer than we probably needed to. It was mostly because I wanted to teach Luca a lesson.

As we said goodbye to Tammy, Belinda and I clambered into the back of Tony’s car. I knew Luca wouldn’t have let me go on with my night without a chaperone. The minute we all wandered down the stairs, he was there—smiling and saluting us.

“You can text his lordship now and let him know we’re coming home.”

Looking in his rear-view mirror, Tony smiled. “Already done.” Tony laughed at my rolling eyes. “You didn’t think I wouldn’t now, did you?”