Page 23 of Protecting Charity

I stood and walked into Charity’s room. The aromatic smell of lilacs drifted out of the bathroom through the crack in the door. I got hard thinking of her standing naked beneath the water as it touched her everywhere, and I wished it were me. Running my fingers through her drawer, I pulled out a red silk bra and matching panties, then laid them on the bed for her.

The sound of rushing water stopped, and the shower door closed. I settled on her bed, placed my hands behind my head, and waited for her to come out to see what I’m expecting of her. Would she fight me like she does everything else, or would she submit and love every second of it?

Chapter 10

Charity

Showers were a chance for the mind to settle into a state of relaxation and reset the mind. This time, my mind didn’t want to reset or surrender but, instead, thought of Luca’s declaration until I came out exhausted.

The scalding water ran out before I settled on anything conclusive, and now I was shivering under the chilly spray, trying not to get my bandage wet while I held myself. If I stayed any longer and pushed the limit to my resolve, I’d catch hypothermia, and then I’d be of no use to anyone.

Water dripped from my long hair, and I watched as it dribbled down my body to puddle on the bathmat at my feet. My nipples pebbled with the bite of bitter air, and gooseflesh tore across my skin as I shivered. I tucked my towel in at my chest and stepped into my bedroom to find Luca lying on my bed, smug as ever, with a sly grin growing across his face.

I froze in the doorway and took in the image of craziness before me. My red silk lingerie laid on the end of the bed, displayed for me to see as soon as I walked out. We fastened eyes as my gaze flicked from the ensemble laying on the bed. He kept his hands tucked behind his head, relaxed and waiting for my next move. Did he want me to get naked, or was he merely testing me? But to what purpose? If he thought it bothered me to expose myself to him, he was mistaken.

Sashaying up to the end of the bed, I dropped my towel and watched his eyes widen as he slicked his lips with the tip of his tongue. He didn’t predict that, and the shock that exploded across his face stated as much. I smirked as I bathed in his suffering. I don’t know what possessed me, even after everything that transpired today. I couldn’t stop the thrill that rushed through my blood, warming my skin to help chase away the gooseflesh and shivers as I watched the rising tent in his pants become an intimidating size.

Holding his gaze, I took the panties from the bed and slipped them up to my hips leisurely for his viewing pleasure, then tossed the bra to the floor—I never slept in a bra, and I didn’t intend to now. I left him with his imagination as my stringy wet hair dripped down my back. As I gawked at myself in my mirror, I seized sight of him at my back with rapacious eyes that spoke volumes.

He held my gaze in the mirror as he walked towards me and trailed a single finger down my spine to watch the gooseflesh come racing back across my skin. I groaned and leaned on the dresser while tilting my head to the side. His fingers trailed back up my spine, taking the same path as before but then deviated their course and lightly pushed my hair away, uncovering my neck. His lips took over as he settled skillful kisses down my neck and shoulder, pausing long enough to taste with nipping teeth and tongue. I winced and squeezed my thighs together from the zing that hit my belly and down between my legs.

Was this what Luca would be like if someone tamed him? Did I want a docile Luca? We had our moments of nearly angry fucking each other, but we never finished the deed, causing us to become sexually frustrated and just plain frustrated with one another. Nothing was stopping us now, and I prayed he wouldn’t quit. I closed my eyes and hung my head, absorbing his attention I’ve been desperate for, while savoring the feel of his fingers on my bare skin.

His hand clamped around my neck while his other curled around my chest and cupped my breast, kneading my swollen flesh. He brushed my firm nipple against his palm, bringing a gasp from between my lips. He squeezed my throat and hauled me away from the dresser, then tightened his grip around my chest, pressing me tighter into him. His solid arousal pressed into my ass, creating a warmth between my thighs I could no longer ignore. His lips came back to my neck and nibbled up to my ear, licking the lobe while growling with a hunger I could sense. He held me fast as my knees weakened, not allowing me to drop to the ground on all fours and have him take me like an animal.

His hungry eyes locked with mine in the mirror as he bared his teeth and bit my ear. A deep rumble stemmed from his chest, shifting the mood from slow and sensual to carnal and greedy.

Resting my head on his shoulders, I rolled my eyes back and closed my lids, taking in the feel of his hips grinding against me. His hands crept down my body, then stopped at my hips, giving me a moment to think. Did I forget that, just this morning, he put a gun to my head? Now, he had me staring into his chocolate eyes, wondering what was going on in his head at that moment. Would he pull the trigger?

I twisted against him, then cupped his face, forcing him to look at me. He enjoyed being in control just as much as I did, which was why we were so unstable together. “One of these days,” I said while digging my fingers into his cheeks, “you’re going to be sorry for the way you treat me.” I didn’t wait for a response before I bit down on his lip and thrust my tongue in his mouth to silence the blistering retort he would have for me.

He spun me around, shoving me against the dresser. I braced myself while pressing my butt against him, enticing him to break his control and fuck me like I knew he wanted to—like I wanted him to. The thought of being at his mercy in a new way left me breathless with anticipation and antsy with impatience.

Sinking his thumbs into the side of my panties, he pulled them down to my ankles, where I watched as his gaze drank me in, making me wonder if he was taking his time just to test my limits. He lifted my foot out of my panties, then repeated the process on the other until he held the prize in his hand. Bringing the red silk fabric to his nose, he inhaled my scent, driving me wild with his crazy ways. I bit my lip to hold in any remarks that could make him stop as his hand ran up my inner thigh, then gently touched my wet folds, making me want to clamp my legs together to hold him there until he had me coming all over him. His teasing touch drifted away to run his rough palm over my ass, followed by the dusting of his lips across my hips and ass cheek.

My leg shook as he came so close to driving me mad. If this was a test, I was about to fail. As he rose, his delicate lips moved further up my back, his hand leading the way until it reached the nape of my neck and forced my head down to rest on on top of the dresser. My hands clutched the sides tighter as I heard the swoosh of his belt slip through the loops. My breaths shortened until I realized I was panting as I awaited whatever pain he was ready to dish out. Pain that I would willingly take and enjoy. I slid my tongue across my lips, wetting them as he pulled my clenched hands behind my back and secured them together with his belt.

Blood stopped flowing to my hands, causing them to tingle. I welcomed the tiny pinpricks dancing across my fingertips as the sound of his zipper filled my ears. My heart battered against my ribcage as I silently begged his hands to touch me again. His clothes hit the floor as he disrobed, making me want to watch his every move. I had seen him naked before, but the craving to see him and trace his hard abs had me fighting at the belt, stopping me from doing so. His foot came forward and kicked my legs further apart until the cool air struck my core.

The sound of rubbing skin filled the room as he stroked his stiff cock slowly. Heavy with lust, he staked his claim, “We own you, Charity. Say it.”

His fingers trailed through my slick folds, and I stifled a moan, not wanting to give in to him so easily. He owned me; I’ve always known that. Have I ever said it out loud? No. Did I want to? It went against everything I fought him on, but yes. I wanted with every fiber of my being to tell him he owned me, in more than just business. He had for a long time, but I never dared to tell him. My body threatened to disintegrate as he plunged two fingers into my warmth, causing me to convulse and forget everything I was trying to disseminate. I cried out as he pumped in and out while circling my swollen nub, then paused as my core clenched.“No.No. Don’t stop.” I bit my lip to refrain from calling him every name in my arsenal.

“Say it, Charity,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Dammit. You own me.”Fuck.

His hand came down hard on my ass with a loud crack that caused me to shriek. He twisted his hand through my hair and pulled my head up, forcing eye contact through the mirror. I watched his gaze drop between us as he centered himself at my aching core. He had me reduced to a puddle between my thighs and silently pleading for one more touch.

Luca’s once neatly kept onyx hair now hung over his forehead in a mess he might freak about later. He gripped my jaw and forced me to look in the mirror. “Good girl. Now, watch me fuck you.” His face tensed as he watched his dick sink inside me inch by painfully thick inch.

I stood on the tips of my toes as he moved with steady strokes and rocked my hips back to meet him, determined more so now than ever to make him lose control. I couldn’t handle this slow, methodical Luca. I needed him lost with a crazed look in his eyes as he took from me. “Give me a reason to watch, Luca.”

A glint in his eyes captivated my attention and had me rethinking my ability to talk until he gave me what I asked for. Luca jerked my hair hard, bowing my back while he plunged deep inside with a new pace that I battled to match.

“Mine.” His hands gripped my hips, leaving marks of possession as he thrust with a frenzy.

His unabated assault on me had my body tightening and, soon, exploding around him, his name a delicious curse on my lips. Stars invaded my vision as I rode the wave of intoxicating ecstasy that seemed persistent and never-ending. Sweat slicked my brow as my body flushed with euphoria. His arm wrapped around my waist as my knees gave out once again. Luca released my hair and stiffened at my back. With a guttural explosion, he unleashed everything he had, all while holding me tight and spoiling me with his affection.

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