Page 66 of Sworn to My Heart
I run my finger lightly over his throbbing erection, looking into his now gleaming eyes with a teasing smile.
I bring my mouth closer to his sensitive area, blowing gently, and I see his eyes close as I slowly and intoxicatingly lick his engorged length. He grabs my hair, pushing himself deep inside my mouth, causing me to gag a bit, but I continue, sucking him rapidly and firmly, the wetness between my legs increasing as I hear his moans.
“Luca,” I whisper, pulling away just enough to meet his gaze. “Don’t go. I need you.”
His eyes, blazing with a mix of rage and desire, softens slightly as he looks down at me. For a moment, I think I might have reached him, but then he suddenly pulls out of my mouth and throws me onto the bed. Like a wild animal, he enters meforcefully and all at once. I gasp for a moment; he continues thrusting hard, his eyes dull and expressionless, driven by a primal need.
I keep looking at his body, his muscles tensing with each powerful thrust. He pulls out quickly, flips me onto my back, and thrusts back in, over and over. It hurts, and I can tell that his emotions are gone; he needs a release.
“Luca, please,” I cry out, my voice breaking.
I feel cheap but I also know he needs this, so I push aside my humiliation but another tear escapes my eye uncontrollably. Suddenly, he stops. He gently begins kissing my back and then places his finger on my sensitive rear entrance, moving it in circular motions. I feel the passion rising again, a new kind of heat burning within me.
He withdraws from me, lowers his finger, wets it with my liquids, then brings it back, moving it in circular motions before slowly pushing it in. I feel my rear being filled, an intoxicating sensation washes over me, and I want him to continue. I’m hot and craving something new when he quickly shove his dick back in me, leaving his finger inside my rear, moving it slowly while thrusting in and out of me forcefully. This fullness makes me dizzy, reaching new heights I’ve never known, and I immediately reach my climax.
“Luca,” I moan, my body trembling with the intensity of my orgasm. “Please, stay with me.”
He smiles, a dark, predatory grin, and removes his finger, continuing to thrust hard until he also reaches his release. He collapses onto my back, his breath hot against my neck as he kisses me there, lingering.
“I’m not leaving you,” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. “But I need to make them pay.”
I turn my head to look at him, my heart pounding. “Then let mecome with you. We’ll face them together.”
His eyes widen slightly in surprise, but then he nods, a fierce determination settling over his features. He captures my lips in a searing kiss that promises both vengeance and passion.
In that moment, I know that whatever comes next, we’ll face it as one. As we lay there, bodies entwined and hearts pounding, I feel a new bond forming between us, stronger and more unbreakable than ever before. This night has changed everything, and I hope I can keep trusting him wholeheartedly.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he suddenly whispers, and I kiss his lips gently.
“I know,” I reply calmly, filled with satisfaction and his eyes grins with passion.
“So, you said you need me?” he suddenly whispers in my ear, climbing back over me.
He traces his lips down to my belly and slowly to my most sensitive areas, his warm breath there reigniting me.
How on earth does my body come back to life so quickly? I wonder, letting him take the lead, sweeping me back into his world.
Luca
“I want you to cut his body into so many pieces he won’t be recognized without a DNA test and send each piece, one by one, to those French bastards, so they see what happens when they mess with what’s mine,” I command Abert on the other end of the line when he calls to ask what to do with the French filth’s body. He confirms and hangs up. Good, this is just the sweet beginning of what I’m going to do to them.
I promised Alin that I would stay here and not go on a killing spree among the French without her, but they got bold too soon. They haven’t even recovered from the last blow we dealt them and they’re already causing trouble again. They’ll learn the hard way that raising their hands against us means we’ll cut them off. Sons of bitches.
The image of Alin’s unconscious body is still etched in my mind like a nightmare that won’t end. The rage courses through my veins once more; any harm that comes to Alin feels like someone is driving a knife into me and twisting it deeper with burning agony.
She has truly become my greatest weakness, but I can’t lie—I felt a flood of relief when she said she prayed for me to come and save her. She always wants to do everything alone, claiming she’s strong enough. I know she’s strong, and I’m still afraid of whatshe can do, but for the first time she needed me. Why do I feel so much better knowing that? I should be happy she knows how to take care of herself.
I lean back in the office chair and sigh, realizing there’s no more room to argue how I feel about her. I just have to accept that our worlds are so different that we’ll never get bored until death parts us.
Luca, tell me Alin is okay. She hasn’t answered my call since Mariano dragged me home from the club last night.
09:40 AM
A message from Cora pings on my phone, and I’m surprised she’s asking me for answers. It seems Mariano still hasn’t come home. I reassure her that Alin is fine and still sleeping, chuckling to myself at the thought that my brother and I have reached a point where two women now twist our family around. Great.
The office door suddenly opens, accompanied by Mariano’s sigh. “What’s with my future sister-in-law? Why does she have to keep me up at night too?” he asks, yawning.
“Even my wife doesn’t leave me this tired,” he adds as I chuckles, both of us frustrated by the same daunting fact.
