Mafia Heir

Chapter 26

"What happened to your hand?" 

"I punched something." He said flatly, not giving me much detail

"Something or somebody?" 

"Something." He chuckled. "A wall actually. It's fine, really. Angelo looked at it and it's just a little sprain."

"Did something go wrong at the meeting?" I asked, unsure whether or not I wanted to know the answer.

The leadenness of his sigh gave me an uneasy feeling. "There's always complications, Charlotte. I don't want to talk about that, though." His kiss was hungry and desperate, like he was craving the taste of my lips. Maybe he wanted me to fix this for him just as much as I did. "In fact, I don't want to talk at all."

I was torn. My body was set on the same thing he was, and the burning inside of me was almost unbearable. But my mind wanted to know more. To keep him talking. To understand. Without much of a fight my body won out, giving in to Luca to letting him have his way with me. There was not going to be anything gentle or romantic about sex tonight. It was quick and rough and passionate, and honestly, I didn't mind. Luca manhandled me with such mastery that it was like he had done it all his life, touching me in ways that drove me absolutely wild. The feel of his fingertips dragging down my sides sent electricity pulling through my veins and I tilted my head back in elation. Luca brushed his stubble against the sensitive skin on my neck, nipping and sucking as he worked his way down to my collarbone and then to my chest, marking me as his.

His arms snaked around my body, holding onto me as if his life depended on it. He lifted me with ease, and pressed me back into the glass wall of the shower, kissing me with an insatiable fever. "Tell me if it's too much." 

Luca put two fingers inside of me as he pressed his thumb against my clit. I squirmed against him, but with his free hand, he pinned my arms above my head, leaving me completely at his mercy. He pumped his fingers in and out of me at a punishing pace until I felt like I was going to burst at the seams. 

"Mmmm." I pressed my lips together, quieting a moan. 

"I want to hear you, baby." He egged me on, pressing me even harder and faster. 

"Luca!" I cried out, fighting against his grip. It was no use though, I was no match for his strength. 

He paused, giving me a moment of reprieve and leaned in, whispering against me ear. "Too much?" 

I shook my head. Words seemed impossible right now. 

"Say it." 

"No. It's not too much." I stammered. "I want more." 

"Good. Because I'm just getting started with you." Luca was the only person I ever knew who could make something sound so threatening and so sexy all at once. 

He spun me around and put his hand to the small of my back, forcing me forward until my hands were against the large shower bench against the wall. Shower sex at Luca's wasn't like regular shower sex where you felt cramped and like you were drowning the entire time. Just his shower was the size of my entire kitchen back home. 

Propping myself against the bench, I pressed my hips back into him and brushing against his erection. I swayed them back and forth ever so slightly, knowing full well I was only instigating him.

Luca chuckled, and then slapped at my ass. "You better be careful, Charlotte, starting games we both know you won't win."

He knelt down, running his hands along my inner thighs and softly nipping at my sensitive skin. I clenched my jaw, trying to contain myself, but when I felt his tongue flick against my wetness, it was almost more than I could bear.  

He reached between my legs, forcing them farther apart as his fingers explored the wet folds of my skin. Taking my clit between his thumb and finger, he rubbed with just enough pressure that the sweetest pain pulsed through my body like lightening. He pinched and rubbed and then tapped his fingers against me, teasing me and bringing me right to the edge of climax only to back off and leave me hanging. He had me so worked up I could hardly see straight. 

"Oh god, Luca!" I shifted me weight away from him, trying to compose myself but Luca put me right back in place.

"Uh, uh." He held my hips firmly. "You started this, remember? You wanted to play games, baby."

"Then finish it." I whispered, desperate for more of his touch. I wanted his hands all over my body, his scent on me, his marks on my skin. I wanted no doubt that I was his and he was mine. 

"As you wish, tesoro." Luca grabbed onto my hips, and held me in place as he slid inside of me. 

"Ah!" I could feel my body stretching to accommodate him as he filled up every inch of me. Slowly, he rocked his hips against mine, giving me time to adjust to his length. Faster and faster he pumped until he found a strong rhythm, bucking against me. In and out and in and out, each thrust deeper than the one before. Luca moved with such purpose, leaving nothing overlooked. As he reeled against me, he reached forward and rubbed against my slick flesh, raving me up even more. 

"You are so incredible, Charlotte." He whispered. "So god damn beautiful." 

Our bodies felt so in sync as we moved together underneath the warm water, the glass fogging up around us. I was completely lost in how good I felt. 

Luca plunged into me for a little while longer, and then before I knew it, my body was clenching around him as we both climaxed. Luca grunted, holding me between the glass and his body as he writhed with pleasure. 

Luca smirked, stepping out of the shower and handing me a towel. "I think I could get used to coming home to that."