Page 30 of Bones

He shivers beneath me, causing me to smile. My brain tells me to not become addicted to a monster, but my body says otherwise. Rising from the chair, he lifts me with him and sits me on the table, before taking my plate and putting it in the kitchen. He comes back with a glass, and sets it on the massive rectangular oak table. Grabbing the hem of my shirt, he lifts it over my head and tosses it on the far end of the table. He strokes his thumb over one of my nipples while he strokes his fingers down my cheek. “You’re going to tell me to stop, and that it’s too much, but I won’t. I want to hear you scream. Lay down.”

After I lie back, he hooks his thumbs into my shorts and pulls them down my legs. “Tomorrow we are going shopping, because my wife deserves her own clothing. Tonight, you won’t need any.”

He stares at me with heat in his eyes as he removes his shirt, revealing his upper body that makes my thighs clench with need.

“Luca.”

After removing his pants, he grips his large cock, and I lick my lips as he chuckles softly. “Not yet, Butterfly. You had your dinner, and now it’s my turn.”

Leaning over me, he presses his lips to mine and kisses me slowly at first, but then it turns desperate, as he licks at my tongue. I run my hands through his hair and he groans. Pulling back, he pops an ice cube from the glass into his mouth, and smirks at me like he knows something I don’t.

Luca runs his tongue, and the ice cube, all over my neck and down to my nipple. I arch my back as he alternates between the ice and his tongue. He moves to the other side and repeats the torture. When he moves to my abdomen, I shiver from the cold ice cube, run my hands into his hair and pull at the strands. “Please, Luca.”

He drags his tongue up the inside of my thigh, and down the other, as I tremble from anticipation.

“So needy and so fucking beautiful.”

Swiping his tongue along my slit, my back arches from the cold contact, because even though the ice has melted, it’s still cool. He flicks his tongue over my clit with a quick motion. The cool turns to warm, as I cry out for him.

Suddenly he stops, while staring at me with a heated gaze. “Beg for more, Butterfly.”

“What?” I pant shamelessly.

“Beg.”

“Please, Luca,” I say, as I attempt to push his head back down.

He chuckles softly, and his breath on my clit only makes it throb more. “Such a needy girl.”

Watching me intently, he pushes two fingers inside me and I moan loudly.

“Good girl, let me hear you.”

Taking my clit between his lips, he sucks hard, while he pulls his fingers out and slams them back inside me with blinding force.

“Luca,” I cry out loudly.

Reaching up, he pinches my nipple with his free hand, and the relief I’ve been craving hits me. I buck my hips up while my back arches off the table. He removes his fingers from my pussy, and inserts his tongue deep inside me, swirling it around while he pinches my clit and, he was right, it’s too much.

“Stop.”

He chuckles softly. “Not a chance, Butterfly. Come again.”

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but the intensity is more than I can handle, and tears spring to my eyes, which only causes Luca to go feral.

“Fuck,” he grunts, as he rises to his feet and slams his cock inside me. Leaning over me, he licks at my tears. “I know I shouldn’t, but I fucking love it when you cry for me.”

Suddenly I break out into a fit of giggles. “That’s probably a red flag.”

He smirks at me. “You’re not wrong.”

Leaning down, he takes my nipple into his mouth and swipes his tongue across it, like he did my clit, and I shudder in response. I place my hands on his shoulders while he rocks back and forth and shakes his head. “I had every intention of eating that pussy all night long. Then I remembered how good you feel.”

“Luca.”

He takes both my wrists and presses them against the table over my head, and I quickly spiral. Screaming, “No,” I cry as I tremble. He lets go of my hands and grabs my face, forcing me to look into his eyes. “I don’t know what the fuck that asshole did to you, but you’re safe with me.”

I want to tell him it wasn’t Manny. My life in hell began long before I met him. I will never tell him, because as much as I wanted to hate him, I don’t. And I know if I tell him, he’ll be disgusted withme, like I am with myself. Luca will never look at me again the way he does now. I learned that difficult lesson a long time ago.

---