Page 30 of Broken Innocence
Luca’s proposition is scandalous yet tempting.
I’ve used orgasms in the past to alleviate period pain—the rush of endorphins, a welcome respite—but obviously that was in the safety of my room, locked behind a closed door, and alone in my bed.
What Luca’s suggesting…
My sensitive nipples brush against the spandex of my bikini—two scraps of fabric I never would have chosen for myself, but allthe bathing suits Giulia packed were laughably tiny. Something else Luca didn’t seem to mind.
“Open for me,carissima. Let me take care of you.” The hot breath of his command washes over my ear as his broad palm contracts around my pussy, grinding into my clit.
“Not here,” I pant with a lick of my dry lips. The white canopy drapes dance on a light breeze, and I latch on to the cooling temptation of the sea crashing against the sandy shore. “In the water.”
No one but us occupies this stretch of beach, but at least, I’ll have an illusion of privacy underwater. Maybe it’ll help me cool off, too.
Luca pauses and glances between me and the clear blue water. “Fine.” Carefully, he disentangles himself from my body to stand and strip away his swim trunks. Naked. Proud. He motions to my bikini. “Your turn.”
My husband is a Roman god.
Glistening golden skin armors his body. Defined pectorals, ridged abdomen leading straight to the steel root of his cock. Slabs of thick muscles bunch around his shoulders and taper into the strong arms that have effortlessly carried me around Blackchapel Manor or tossed me on the master bed inside the villa.
Luca is a gladiator of old, and he’s waiting for me to bare myself to him as if I were a prize to be won. A goddess to match his divine nature. Except I’m fluffy, not toned. And currently bloated like a balloon.
“Actually…” I start to backtrack. This isn’t a good idea.
“If you’re about to change your mind, stop. There’s only one choice here: take off that bikini or I shred it to pieces. Either way, you end up in the water with my cock filling that sweet little pussy of yours.”
God, why does every word out of his mouth have to be so damn sexy?
I can’t think straight when he’s all growly and dominant and determined to get what he wants. Especially when what he wants is to pleasure me.
Rolling to my knees on the soft daybed, I watch Luca’s gaze darken and cling hungrily to my neck, where my fingers fumble with the tie of my top. The flimsy strings quickly separate, but I catch them before letting the two triangle pieces fall and exposing my chest to Luca, the sun, and the seagulls squawking in the sky.
“Be brave, Butterfly.” The gentle encouragement eases my nerves, and I release the floral-printed ties. A string of Italian spouts from Luca. “Cristo, presto scoperò quelle tette grosse.”
Do I have any clue what he just said? Nope.
Does it still make me horny as hell? God, yes.
“What does that mean?”
A devilish grin appears on his tan face. “We need to work on your Italian, Butterfly. I said, ‘Christ, soon I’m going to fuck those fat tits.’”
“Oh. Um…” How do I respond to that?Yes, please?“You’re quite fascinated with my breasts.”
“I’mquite fascinatedwith every luscious inch of you.” Luca stalks closer, making me wonder if he thinks I’m stalling and he’s about to fulfill his threat of shredding what’s left of my bikini, but instead of reaching for the ties at my hips, he braces his fists on the bed on either side of my spread knees and sucks a nipple into his greedy mouth.
“Luca!” My fingers dive into his ruffled hair as my head tips back on a moan. What a picture we must present—me on my knees with my back arched, breasts crushed to Luca’s bearded face while his teeth and lips nip and soothe.
A husband—my husband—marking his wife. Painting my pale flesh with little red love bites. Each one a direct line to my clit until the dozens of threads form a knot of desire that tightens with each pull of his mouth.
My pussy contracts, closing around nothing except my period cup. Unfulfilled. Aching.
“We’re not going to make it to the sea, little Butterfly. My garden of paradise is right here with you,” Luca growls, flipping us around so I face the water while he climbs behind me. The snap of spandex digs into my love handles before my bikini bottoms disappear.
Guess he made good on his promise, after all.
“Bend over,carissima, and spread those thighs nice and wide.” His heavy hand guides me down until my swaying breasts graze the bedsheets in a tantalizing tease. “Watch the waves. Imagine floating in their cool depths.” He gently rocks me back and forth to mimic the rhythmic tides, lulling me into a relaxed dream state.
Until the wet heat of his tongue glides through my folds to lap from my sex all the way to the shadowy cleft of my ass. I jump at the unexpected sensation.
