Page 104 of Empire of Temptation

He reached into his briefs and pulled out his cock, stroked it once. “Lie down on the stone. Offer yourself to me.”

I rushed to do as he asked. The stone was cold and unforgiving on my back, my calves dangling off the end, and goose bumps broke out all over my skin. The night sky stretched out above me, a blanket of tiny stars winking down.

“Such obedience,” Luca murmured as he drew closer. His hand swept up my thigh and over my stomach. “You like when I tell you what to do, no?”

“Yes, Luca.”

He cupped a breast and squeezed. I arched at the pressure, seeking more. Instead of giving it to me, he released me—then slapped my breast. I gasped, the sting sending sparks between my legs. He did it again and I moaned shamelessly. Before I recovered, he pinched my nipple between his fingers, hard. I threw my head back, pain radiating throughout my body. When he released me heat replaced the pain and shot directly to my clit. I had to bite my lip to keep from shouting.

“There is no one to hear you, little girl.” His voice was dark and coaxing, the devil offering up wicked temptation. “And I will keep going until you scream for me, capisce?”

Oh, god.

My eyelids fluttered closed as he squeezed my other nipple. I panted through the bright agony. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he released me and I nearly levitated off the stone as pleasure chased away the pain. Sounds emerged from my throat, uncontrollable whimpers and moans that floated up to the heavens.

He smoothed his palm down my sternum, over my stomach, until he reached my mound. “Now I will pinch you here—and it will hurt like hell. But the reward will be worth it, te lo prometto. Ready?”

“No, Luca, wait?—”

“You will do this for me. Take a deep breath.”

Before I’d finished inhaling his fingers latched onto my clit and pressed hard, the tender flesh squeezed painfully in his strong grip. “Shit!” I hissed. “Ow, fuck!”

I tried to twist away, my nails scratching the stone, but he held me down with his other hand. “Stay still. Another few seconds. You can do it.”

“No, please. God, Luca!”

“Breathe, Valentina.”

His low command penetrated my haze and somehow I endured another second. Then it was over.

Liquid fire streaked through my veins and I shouted up to the sky. I was floating, my clit throbbing like my heart was centered between my legs, and I barely noticed when Luca arranged me closer to the edge of the stone. My mind was buzzing and light, my limbs heavy, with the air a cool caress over my hypersensitive skin. I felt drunk, even though I hadn’t had much wine at dinner.

He rolled me to my stomach and the stone scraped over my swollen nipples. The rough pressure made me aware of my breasts in a very elemental way and I discovered that I liked the soreness. ThenLuca spread my legs wide and pushed inside, his cock stretching me open.

“Cazzo, your pussy is so wet and hot. I wish you could feel it.” He slid deeper, his hands stroking my sides and back. “The things I want to do to you . . .”

His hips began churning, hard punches that rocked me into the stone altar. I held on, spread out beneath him, limp, ready for whatever punishment he dealt out as he fucked me. It was so good. The friction of his shaft at this angle was bliss and my eyes fell shut as pleasure built deep in my belly. “So good,” I said dreamily, echoing my thoughts. “Don’t stop.”

The pace he set was brutal. Our hips slapped together, his big hands yanking me back into his pelvis. Soon it was too much and a climax tore through me, my limbs trembling, eyes rolling back in my head. My pussy contracted around him and he grunted. “What do you want, little girl? For me to come inside you or on your back?”

“Inside me, daddy.” The word tumbled out without me even realizing, but it felt right. I had a feeling Luca would like it, based on whatever game we were playing.

“Fuck!” he shouted and his cock thickened inside me. His rhythm slipped as his deep groan cut through the darkness, his hips sealed tight to mine like he was trying to join us together, his body emptying into mine.

Air washed over me suddenly and he was gone. I glanced over my shoulder and saw him spread out on the ground, panting as if he’d run a race. His trousers were undone, cock glistening in the moonlight, but otherwise he was dressed. I gathered my strength and pushed off the headstone, then stumbled my way over to him, my legs unsteady. I dropped to the grass beside him and tried to gather my wits.

“I think you fucked me stupid,” I muttered.

“I’ve never come so hard in my life. I think . . . I should be embarrassed.”

Rolling my head, I studied his face. His brow was wrinkled. “Why? Because we had sex in a cemetery?”

“No, of course not. I’m not superstitious. If the dead are angry with me, they will need to get in line.”

I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing. What else would he be embarrassed?—

Oh.

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