Chapter 144

Luca kissed me as if he’d been waiting his whole life. It wasn't gentle; he devoured me, his touch vibrating through every cell. He bit and sucked my lower lip, demanding access to my mouth. One hand held my chin up, the other pinning my arm to the wall.

His touch lingered as he unzipped my dress while still kissing me. The silver sequined fabric pooled at my feet, revealing my matching red lingerie. I had dressed for the occasion.

Desire and lust shone in his eyes when he stopped kissing me, leaving me breathless as he studied me from head to toe. Heat rushed to my cheeks.

“You were going to let that fucker see you like this?” There was a raw anger in Luca’s voice, as if I shouldn't have, as if he didn't want me to.

My cheeks flushed even more. “He isn’t the one seeing me now, is he?”

“Right. And he’s not going to be.”

Luca lunged onto me. I froze as his lips found my jaw, trailing kisses down my chest, neck, and clavicle. I panted, breathlessly raising my neck to give him better access.

“Luca, I…” I murmured, silenced by his finger on my lips.

“Don’t say my name unless you want me to fuck you right here, against the wall.”

My core throbbed. He wrapped his hand around my thigh, lifting me so my legs were around his waist. I leaned down to kiss him until he threw me onto the bed and climbed on top, careful not to crush me as he undid and removed his shirt.

Six-pack abs stared back at me beneath a fully tattooed chest. I gulped. The compass, the eagle, a quote—everything was a hot, inked mess trailing from his arm to his knuckles.

“Ogle later,” he chuckled, unclasping my bra.

“I—I wasn’t,” I blushed, and the bra flew off.

Luca’s green eyes darkened, the forest green shades more prominent, before he placed chaste kisses on my stomach, one hand gripping my breasts. I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair.

“Oh,” My back arched as he took my nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue before sucking on it. My arousal soaked my underwear, and I subconsciously spread my legs, allowing him to press against me. I could feel his hardness through my flimsy underwear and his pants.

He dry-thrust once, and I whimpered as his hand pressed against my other breast.

“Fuck,” Luca muttered, pulling away, a dazed look in his eyes.

I pursed my lips as his fingers found my underwear and he slipped one inside. “So. Fucking. Wet,” he grunted, looking smug.

Breathless, the little liquid courage I had spurred me to reach for his buckle.

His eyes twinkled. “A little hasty?”

“Please,” I whimpered.

“Your wish, my command,” he kissed my cleavage as his hands unbuckled his belt and removed his pants. The bulge in his shorts was enormous. I gulped.

It was my first time, and I thought he might break me. My eyes widened further when he removed his shorts, revealing his hard, rock-hard, and huge penis. Fear and excitement washed over me in equal measure.

“You’re huge,” I mumbled before I could stop myself.

“Flatter me, why don’t you?” He chuckled, the laughter dying as he realized I was serious.

“I’ll be gentle,” he promised.

“Take me,” I shook my head. “However you like.”

“However I like?” He raised an eyebrow. “You have no idea what you’re agreeing to.”

Before I could reply, he tore off my underwear, leaving me bare.

“So soaked,” his eyes were fixed on my pussy, and I squirmed. His thumb rubbed gently against my clit, and I gasped, losing my breath. He inserted his little finger without warning, and the first moan escaped me. “Oh, fuck.”

He pushed his finger deeper, then out, thrusting gently. “So tight,” he commented, and his penis seemed even harder, if possible.

“More! More!” I gasped, arching my back.

“You want me to fuck you, bambina?” He murmured, and I nodded frantically, desperately. Bambina. He called me baby girl.

“You’re so fucking tight. Will you take me like a good girl?”

“Mm-mm.” I nodded again.

“When I fuck you, I’m going to look at you. In your eyes, and I don’t want you to look away, fiorellina.” He demanded. Fiorellina. He called me his little flower. “Capito?”

I nodded. “Understood.”

“Brava ragazza, mia fiorellina.” ‘Good girl, my little flower.’ If he kept talking dirty to me in that Italian accent, I was going to come right then without him even touching me.

“Look up, bambina,” he demanded, and I did as he raised my legs to his shoulders.

He stroked his penis a couple of times, and my core throbbed. Without warning, one second his tip was at my entrance, the next he was inside me with a force I didn't anticipate.

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“Fuck!” I gasped, pain shooting down to my knees and feet. My heart hammered, and tears welled before the pain subsided. He looked…angry. “Are you a virgin?” he growled.

I gulped. “Don’t stop,” I pleaded instead of answering.

“Cazzo,” he breathed, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“It doesn’t matter,” I retorted. “Please. Move. Please.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, and moved. In and out. The pain gradually faded, replaced by pleasure.

“Luca,” I breathed, adjusting to his size as the burning sensation left. “Faster.”

“Your wish, my command.” He said it again. He rested his palms on either side of me, looked into my eyes, and increased his pace.

He fucked me. He fucked me exactly as I’d imagined losing my virginity, looking at me as I moaned his name.

“I—I’m close,” I moaned, overwhelmed by pleasure. Luca was skilled, incredibly skilled.

“Come for me, baby girl,” he instructed, and I focused on his thrusts for a few seconds before I cried out his name and came all over his cock.

The orgasm was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I blacked out for a moment, seeing only stars. When my vision returned, I was breathless, and Luca was cleaning my inner thighs.

“Did…did you finish?” I whispered.

“Si, how could I not?” He asked as if it were obvious. “Not inside you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Logically, I should have been concerned, but the thought didn’t even cross my mind.

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“I—okay,” I mumbled. “You didn’t use protection.”

Luca’s chest rose and fell as the realization hit him.

“Fuck,” he cursed.

“I’m clean,” I said quickly. “And I’m on the shot.”

“I’m clean too, fiorellina.”

I nodded, and silence settled over us before I got up.

“What are you doing?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Leaving?” I replied awkwardly. Isn’t that how hookups work?

“Jesus, I’m not kicking you out,” he said. “Sleep in.”

“Are you sure?”

“I don’t offer anything I don’t mean,” he replied, and I nodded.

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Honestly, the orgasm was shattering. Taking a cab home to spend the night alone was the last thing I wanted. I shamelessly climbed back into his bed, and the moment my head hit the pillow, I passed out.