You Will Be Mine(80)

Grinding his groin into mine, Luca eyes danced with fire. “This is a really good position to have you in.”

“Really?” I asked bringing his lips to mine. “I thought up against the glass window at your club was sexier.”

Biting my lip, Luca brushed his thumb over my nipple before delving his tongue in my mouth. Pulling out briefly, he lingered his eyes on my lips. “You had your chance, but you turned me down.”

“Oh really? It’s like that, is it?”

“Yes, it’s like that.”

His smiling eyes nearly had me gone, but I held strong. “I don’t think I want you tasting me.”

Brushing his nose against my neck, Luca—in one swift motion—had my tank top ripped from my chest. “I’m going to have you whether you want it or not. I’m going to force you to orgasm. Because I can. Do you get me, Clara?”

Oh boy, I thought I had just come on the spot. Luca never failed to amaze me by just how much he dominated me. It was to the point where he took my breath away. And, oh did he take my breath away.

Seeing my heated desire, Luca ripped my panties from my hips, leaving me completely naked and exposed.

“I’m going to taste you now. Lick you until you scream my name and come on my mouth. Do you understand?”

I felt his hands on my breasts and moaned out. “No, I don’t want you to. I want to come on your cock.”

Luca growled in my ear and bit my earlobe. “Revenge is a dish best served smoking hot.”

Breathing heavily, I squeezed his arms. “This is not an eye for an eye. I made you come in my mouth—so what?”

Suckling on one of my nipples, Luca flicked his tongue. My goodness I was as ready as ever for him.

“I told you not to do it. I gave you specific instructions, and you ignored me. Now, it’s your turn.”

I pushed him away from me and glared at him. “You never have the right to tell me what to do!”

Pulling my head to him, Luca smashed his hungry lips against mine. The heat and the feel of him were all too much. Placing a finger inside me, Luca pushed so deep—and so forcefully, it made me moan loudly into his mouth.

“I fucking own your body, Clara. I own your mouth, your breasts, and that sweet pussy of yours. I own you and every single fucking part of you. Do you hear me?”

I don’t know why every time he talked to me like this, it turned me on something chronic. I could already feel it just from his words and his fingers alone. The build-up was coming, and Luca knew it.

Pulling away, Luca ground his hips into me. My God, I needed to come.

“I can’t hear you.” He lowered himself down and suddenly his tongue was there, lashing violently against my clit.

“Oh God, Luca!” I screamed.

Luca stopped to a halt, pulled his head away and blew on my little nub. “No. That’s not the right answer.”

Feeling myself on that tip from pre-orgasm to orgasm, Luca held me there just by the breath of his mouth alone. How the fuck was he doing that? I was there—right there. I could blow if he just either flicked his tongue or sank his cock into me.

“Luca, stop fucking doing this. I need to come!” It was becoming painful to be held there rigid with the pent-up torture Luca was relishing on me.

“All you have to do is give into me, baby, and I’ll give you what you want. This pussy, who does it belong to?”

Getting angry, I shouted, “You!”

“Every part of you is not yours; it’s mine. Isn’t that right?”

Oh I was so going to get him back for this. “Yes, for fuck’s sake. Just DO something!”

Smiling his cocky, triumphant grin, Luca flicked my clit with his tongue. I was right back there again—right on the tip. Just a few more lashes, and I would be gone.

“I’m going to come. Please fuck me now.”

Luca was ignoring me. He was determined to get his own damn way; he didn’t care for my pleas. Fisting his hair in my hands, Luca buried himself even deeper. It just took two more lashings of his tongue, and then I was gone.

Screaming and wriggling beneath him, I didn’t even have a chance to calm down. Luca thrust his cock so hard inside me that I almost lost my breath.

Pulling me from the counter, Luca whisked me up against the wall and pounded into me like a ferocious animal. Not caring if I hurt him, I yanked his hair and pulled him to my lips.

Luca growled, and if I thought he couldn’t go any faster, I was wrong. Suddenly realising orgasm number two was fast approaching, I held on tightly to Luca in a vice-like grip.

“You’re going to come for me baby, aren’t you? I can always make you come hard.”

Oh God, yes, he could. “Say it, Luca. Speak dirty to me in Italian.”