Page 55 of Sexted By a Stranger
My hands found the waistband of her leggings, fingers tracing along the edge. "This requires more hands-on instruction."
She bit her lower lip, eyes dark with want. "Show me."
My fingers slipped inside her panties, finding her core, and her body tensed sharply, a soft gasp escaping her lips, the sound echoing in the empty training room with a trembling hint of shyness. "Luca, you jerk," she muttered through gritted teeth, her cheeks flushing red, her eyes glinting with a mix of defiance and undeniable desire.
I nipped her earlobe, my teeth grazing her skin, feeling her shiver under my touch as my fingers moved slowly inside her, deliberately dragging out each motion to tease every nerve. "Relax, babe," I murmured against her ear, my voice rough with a playful edge of possession. Her body softened, melting into me, her low moans soft and enticing, reverberating off the training room's hard floor and the sandbags surrounding us.
I sat on a low bench at the edge of the training area, my left shoulder's bandage pulling tight, a reminder of the gunshot wound still healing. She straddled me, her tight black sports bra and shorts clinging to her sweat-slicked skin, the sheen highlighting her toned curves.
Her hands braced on my right shoulder, carefully avoiding my bandaged left side, her fingertips digging into my skin like she was clinging to something solid. My right arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the heat of her body through her thin clothes. My fingers kept exploring her, slow and deep, savoring her warmth and tightness. Her breaths came faster, her body instinctively rocking with my rhythm, hips swaying as if chasing more.
I sped up my fingers, hitting her most sensitive spot with precision. Her body jolted, a broken moan escaping as her hands gripped my shoulders, nails biting into my skin with a sharp sting.
I lifted my head, capturing her lips, my tongue pushing past her teeth, claiming her with raw hunger. Her responsewas fierce, her tongue tangling with mine, all her shyness and resistance melting into passion. Her sports bra, soaked with sweat, clung to her chest, outlining every curve. My right hand slid to her breast, caressing through the fabric, thumb circling the sensitive peak, teasing a low moan from her. I tugged down the strap, exposing her pale skin, my lips closing around one nipple, tongue swirling and sucking, while my other hand gently pinched the other side, possessive yet tender. Her back arched, breaths heavy, her moans echoing through the training room, impossible to hold back.
"Luca… careful with your wound…" she gasped, eyes flickering with worry. I chuckled, pulling her closer with my right arm, forehead pressing against hers. "I'm fine, babe. You're making me forget any pain." My fingers slipped from her core, moving to her shorts, hooking the edge and pulling them down, revealing her long legs and black panties. I tugged the panties off, tossing them aside, her body fully bared to me, skin glowing under the dim lights like a perfect sculpture.
Her cheeks flushed deeper, biting her lip to hide her shyness. I yanked down my pants, freeing my already hard length. Her eyes flicked to it, a flash of shyness giving way to hunger. Her hand reached out, stroking gently, cautious but teasing. I let out a low groan, my right arm circling her waist, guiding her into position.
She lowered herself, taking me in, and I held my breath, feeling her tightness and warmth envelop me. Her hands braced on my right shoulder, avoiding my wound, and she started moving, slow and careful, each motion pulling me deeper. Her breaths were ragged, eyes burning with desire, her body rising and falling, syncing with mine. My right hand slid to her breast, thumb brushing her nipple, sending shivers through her. Her moans grew louder, broken and sweet, ringing through the training room.
I leaned in, lips grazing her ear, whispering, "Ride me, stellina." My voice was low, dripping with possessiveness. She gave herself fully, moving faster, each thrust deeper, like she was merging with me. My hand slid from her breast back to her clit, fingers rubbing quickly, pushing her pleasure higher. Her body trembled, her voice breaking as she gasped my name.
Pleasure crashed over her like a wave, her scream of my name echoing as her body shook with climax. I followed, a deep growl tearing from me as I shuddered, releasing inside her. We trembled together, sweat and heat blending, becoming one.
She collapsed against my chest, her breaths steadying, eyes soft with a gentle glow as she whispered, "Luca…" Her voice was barely a murmur, laced with tenderness. I held her close, my heartbeat steady under her, savoring the happiness at this moment.
Chapter 18
Sheila
"Wrong, Sheila."
Luca's breath brushed against my ear, sending tiny shivers down my spine. "Not enough force concentrated. Again. Target is half an inch below the Adam's apple—the cartilage's weakest point. Hit hard, move fast."
He suddenly applied pressure, guiding my arm forward in a vicious thrust.
This was day seven.
At first, he'd taught me basic self-defense—breaking free from holds, elbow strikes, groin kicks. Textbook stuff. But in just a few short days, the techniques had become precise, cunning, and increasingly brutal.
"Luca," I stopped moving as he demonstrated once again how to use momentum to instantly snap an elbow joint. My eyes locked onto his deep brown gaze. "Is this… is this really self-defense?"
Luca's movements stilled. Dark hair fell across his forehead, his eyes sharp as blades, but his voice remained steady and calm. "Survival skills, stellina."
Survival skills.
Breaking joints, gouging out eyes… This wasn't self-defense at all—this was lethal combat technique honed through real warfare.
What kind of "business" required the women around him to master such deadly methods?
He seemed to sense my doubts, stepping closer, his fingertips touching my tense jaw.
That gaze was too intense, easily stealing my breath away. I lowered my lashes, avoiding those eyes that could pull a person in like quicksand. Taking a deep breath, I pushed down the churning thoughts. "I'm tired, Luca. Let's call it a day."
He was silent for a long moment, then withdrew his hand.
"Alright." He stepped aside to let me pass. "Go rest. We'll continue tomorrow."
