Page 30 of Ruthless Passion

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LUCA

This day is one of the craziest I've had in a long time. I don't want to think about the fights, the arguments, or the possible dead body Vito has to get rid of. I don't want to think about hospitals or cars with punctured tires. All I want to do is relax with Jo.

I'm not going to lie to myself I don't want to feel myself inside her warmth again. I pull Jo close to me, kissing her again in the middle of the small kitchen. The house can probably fit in my garage, but it's great for a family this close.

Jett and her brother, Collin, who looks like a hard worker, head out the house, forcing me to pull away from our kiss. I don't want Jett to see me being so passionate with Jo, forcing her to have conversations with her son when we're not even sure what's happening between us.

Jo picks up my hand, opening up the first aid kit to clean the wound over my knuckles. She sprays some liquid bandage over the cut which stings as soon as she applies it. I yank my hand away from her to avoid the pain.

"Starlight," I tell her.

She recoils, knitting her brows together and narrowing her gaze. "You're kidding, Luca. Really? You're going to let it bleed?"

"The bleeding will stop as soon as I don't have to hit anymore people today. Besides, if Duke comes back around, I don't want to have to slug him and undo all of your hard work. Come here."

I move my hand to the side of her face, pulling her back in for a kiss.

"The boys will be back any minute," she whispers and pulls back.

"Then we should hurry up."

I kiss her again, and Jo melts into the embrace. I push myself to my feet, moving us out of the kitchen and to the living room where she lies down on the sofa. My body hovers above her as our lips continue the dance of passion. My hand reaches down to undo her pants. I'm desperate to be inside of her again.

I want to taste her, tease her, give her everything, simply because she soothes something inside me. She slides out of her jeans and panties while I move down to get my face between her legs. She's still carrying our mixture of scents from earlier, igniting the beastly urge inside me.

My mouth closes over her pussy. I hike one of her legs over my shoulder to give myself a decent angle to let my tongue work on her mound. There's a tart sweetness to her wet slit that makes my mouth salivate. Wanting to etch this moment into my memory, I slide my tongue inside her walls.

Josephine moans, arching her back and writhing against my face as I bring her to orgasm. She lets out stunted pants, raking her nails across my scalp while pulling my hair. The idea comes to me as Jo does. I hum the same song from earlier against her clit while using my finger to replace my tongue inside her.

My dick is as hard as it's ever been, and I want to bury myself inside her. She reaches down to pull me on top of her, unzipping my pants to reach inside. The softness of her hands stroking my throbbing cock threatens to end me before we start.

Josephine doesn't stroke me for long before she sets my cock against her entrance. We kiss as my head breaches the tight space and we moan in relief. It's a connection between us that feels incomparable to anything I've ever felt. This feels like home. Inside Jo, on this couch, I move slowly in and out of her at first. When I remember we don't have a lot of time, I pick up my pace.

I push her legs apart to push in faster, deeper, stroking her until her juices coat my cock for me to see how good I make her feel. Her eyes close. She bites her lip. The sound of our bodies chasing orgasms fills the silence of the house.

The way she tightens around me pushes me to fuck her faster. I pull out to turn Josephine around, bending her tight little ass over the couch before slamming my dick back into her pussy. My hands grab her waist to control the rhythm between us as I thrust with a need to satisfy this urge to possess her, claim her, protect her. I want Jo to belong to me, but I know that's a selfish thought.

Dwelling on not being able to have her all to myself isn't a space I want to be in. I pull out again and pull her from the couch.

"Wrap your arms around my neck."

She does what I ask as I scoop her into my arms and slide her down onto my erection to fuck her standing in the living room. She matches my energy, rolling her body up and down against mine until I'm ready to release.

"I'm about to come," I grunt through my movements.

Jo takes me by surprise, hopping off of me and dropping to her knees. She grips my shaft with one hand while sucking me off. She milks my climax out of me, letting it spill down her throat after a few short jerks.

I grip the back of her head to keep her still as I let out the last drop. Fuck she feels good.

When I'm done, I pull her up to face me, kissing her gently on the lips while I put myself back together. She does the same, and it's just in time as we hear Jett and Collin making their way toward the front door.

Jo darts out of the room and comes back with air freshener to spray the space, eliminating the scent of sex from the air.

"Are you going to let me finish cleaning up your hand, Luca?"

"No," I tell her with a smile. "You're not going to burn me with that liquid bandage stuff. I'm a masochist, but that stuff is where I draw the line. It's worse than a paper cut you only find out you have when alcohol or something gets into it. It lingers."

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