Page 10 of Lukas

Chapter Four

You’re going to come with my fingers fucking your pussy and asshole.

Reina woke two days later with the sound of Lukas’s deep voice filling the recesses of her mind.

For just as long, she’d been trying to get the voice, place, and memories, out of her head.

She’d come—twice—harder than she ever had her entire life. She’d been in committed relationships with guys she cared about a great deal and hadn’t had orgasms even close to what she’d experienced at Lukas Rinaldi’s hands.

Spread your legs wider.

Watch him fuck her ass with that plug, princess, while I fuck you with my fingers.

Put your hands on your breasts and pinch your nipples. Hard.

She rolled over and pulled her pillow over her head to try to block out the sound of that deep baritone in her head. But she couldn’t, and soon she was rubbing herself against the mattress.

It wouldn’t be enough, she knew. She’d tried all the types of masturbation she could think of and it was never more than pleasant. Just like sex… pleasant.

Definitely not scream-your-head-off-in-public-twice good, like at the club.

And it was all so filthy. Humiliating. Dominating. How could she have come so hard in the middle of that sort of scenario?

She was a businesswoman for Christ’s sake. She was called in by huge corporations, sometimes Fortune 500 companies, as a software and computer consultant, had the intelligence, insight, and savvy to figure out the solutions to complex computer problems.

And she had gotten more turned on than she had in her entire life by watching a woman completely submit to a man. To allow him to punish and fuck her—hard—while she begged for forgiveness.

And then Reina had completely submitted to Lukas. Allowed him to expose her, touch her, and then had come because he told her to.

That was just so not right. God, and so hot. She could feel herself beginning to burn again just thinking about it.

What the hell was wrong with her?

The only saving grace in this entire situation was that Lukas didn’t know it was her, and she’d left before he could find out who she was and why she’d been there in the first place. She’d recognized him, but she doubted if the sexy Rinaldi brother would recognize or even remember her.

When I have you kneeling on my bed, spread completely open, your whole body will burn.

You’ll beg me to fuck you.

Was she ever going to get the sound of his voice out of her head? The feel of his fingers inside her—Jesus, in both her pussy and her ass.

And she still had to find a way to get into his server room. She would have to make some sort of appointment and find a way of getting down into that secret club during daylight hours. Since she assumed there would not be any sort of kinky fuckery going on then.

An appointment with Lukas.

She would just have to face him and never let him know it was her that he’d been with. She knew the rumors that surrounded her. Her Ice Queen nickname wasn’t new, and honestly, before Sunday night she would’ve agreed. Hell, she still did. Sunday had just been a fluke. She’d gotten caught up in the craziness and lost her mind.

But she didn’t have to worry about it because nobody knew it was her. And besides, what she and Lukas had been doing wasn’t nearly as dirty or exciting as what had been happening out on the floor between Timothy and Melinda.

Well, dirty and exciting for Reina, but probably not for anyone else in the room, including Lukas.

She rolled back over, staring up at the ceiling once again. God, she still had it bad for him. Had since high school, when he’d been a senior to her freshman. She’d all but followed him around with little hearts in her eyes. He’d only known who she was at all because of her dad and his business with their family.

Beyond that, she wasn’t even sure he knew her name. She was just part of the Torres family. He didn’t know her at all.

She sat up in bed gasping as a final memory floated through her brain.

You will come, right now.

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