Page 32 of Lucky In Love

“Who the fuck is Keiran?”

“My bodyguard.”

I hate that I’m about to do this, but I want her to be my wife before I let her call her parents. I need this to be irrevocable without me dying.

“You can’t call them.”

“What? Why not?”

“I can’t let you until you’re fully mine.”

“I am fully yours.”

“Not in the eyes of the law.”

“What is this. Did you do this… me… to start a war with my father?”

“No, but if it comes to it, I will win the war.”

She takes a deep breath, nods, and walks away without looking back at me. She goes into the bathroom and closes the door. I hear the toilet flush, and the shower turn on. I hate that she’s washing my cum off of her, but I’ve got the rest of our lives to put it back where it belongs.

When she comes back out a few minutes later, she’s still naked, but her hair is wet.

She crawls into the bed and pulls the covers over her.

It’s going to be a long night.

Chapter Four

Keira

What have I gotten myself into? I think as I stare at the ceiling as I try to sleep. After he took a shower, I pretended to be asleep, and Luka crawled into bed. He kissed my forehead and prayed to God, out loud, how lucky he was to have finally found me. I melted then, but now I can’t sleep.

I have no idea what I’m doing, but I reach over anyway. His cock gets hard as I circle it. He groans in his sleep. I do not know what I am doing, but I don’t want to voice it. I’ve seen some porn, though, so I shift my body and take him into my mouth. His hot, velvety hardness has me gasping for breath as I suck him in. His sharp intake of breath startles me. Then his hands find my hair, and he fucks my face.

“You don’t have to do this,” he manages to say in a strangled voice. I smile around his big cock but don’t respond. I just suck him into deeper into my mouth. I can feel each pulse of his cock on my tongue. I love that I’m the one doing this to him. It makes me feel powerful. “You’re a little dirty girl. You like my cock stuffed down your pretty throat, don’t you?” he asks as he pulls me off his cock. The trail of precum and spit that connects us is obscene as hell, but I love it. He growls, tosses me onto my back, and looms over me.

“I wasn’t done,” I pout. “I wanted to taste you.”

“Later. I want all my seed inside you, taking root. Are you ready for me, Keira?” he asks as he positions his cock at my entrance. “I am taking you bare yet again, reclaiming you as my own.” I just nod and he surges forward in one thrust. My legs tighten around his hips as he thrusts his cock in and out of me without mercy. I know I am making some kind of noise, but I am beyond words, and I have no time to revel in that realization as I am already coming again. “Fuck baby. This little pussy is sucking my cock dry. You want my seed? You want me to breed you?” he asks me. Oh, fuck. I hope he doesn’t expect an actual answer because his words are my complete undoing. I never knew the word “breed” was so hot. He keeps using it. I go crazy. I move my hips in order to meet each of his rough thrusts. His hands are gripping my hips hard enough that I know his fingers will be on me even after we are done. My fingernails dig into his shoulders as I pull him down to kiss him. His lips take mine in a way that mimics how he loves me. Hard, harsh, and yet somehow sensual. I am feeling well worshipped. I hope that is answer enough for him.

“Luka!” I shout as I come. He doesn’t stop, though. He’s like a man possessed. His thrusts get wilder and harder, making me come two more times before I feel him shudder inside of me.

“Keira!” he shouts as he finally fills me, and I can feel his hot release splash my walls, causing me to involuntarily constrict around his cock. My body knows to keep it all in. I want it so bad. I want what he’s offering me. I want to be his in all ways.

He pulls out of me, making me miss him. How the hell does that happen?

Seven Weeks Later

“Why are we here?” I ask Nicola, Luka’s cousin. We are in The Harem, one of the Vitali’s clubs. It’s a strip club that features dancers of all shapes and sizes.

“You’re getting married, duh.” I somehow convinced Luka to let me have the wedding of my dreams. Dreams take time. The compromise was that I spend every night in our bed. Such a hardship…

I was surprised Luka let me go out at all, but I’m honestly not sure he knows we are here. This morning, I went dress shopping with his mother. His sisters and cousins met us for lunch and practically kidnapped me. We are a motley bunch. Most of these ladies are pregnant, including me.

“I’m not a fan of strippers,” I say. My father’s clubs are so much worse than this, but I generally prefer music and dancing if I have to go out at all.

“Everyone loves strippers,” Nicola says, laughing. No, I don’t think that’s true.

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