Page 82 of Luca
My pussy clenched around him, about to explode. I was moaning senseless words as our bodies dripped with sweat. With a grunt, he brutally plunged into me one last time.
Mercilessly.
It felt like the tip of his cock and that damn piercing was reaching into my womb and that was it.
I detonated, shuddering and quivering around him. A wave of heat exploded under my skin and had me screaming as spots flew behind my eyes and I thought I'd faint.
It was as if I had left my body with the intensity of the orgasm he gave me. Moans and whimpers spilled from my lips uncontrollably as my pussy clamped down on his dick, pulsing in wave after wave.
He came hard, with a groan. His eyes, visible through the mask, rolled back in obvious ecstasy.
My eyes shot open and I was on my side on the bed, my thighs slick with my juices and my fingers inside my panties, thrusting in and out of my soaked pussy. My other hand was on my breast, pinching my nipple.
With horror, I sat up, removing my hands from my body. The scent of my arousal fragranced the air. My eyes were still full of sleep but the images in my mind couldn’t have been clearer. The piercing. The tattoos.
How in the hell hadn’t I seen it sooner? I should have recognized him. Oh my gosh.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” I murmured as I jumped out of bed. Okay, jumping might have been a stretch. I wobbled out of the bed and stormed through the penthouse. I found him in his walk-in closet, looking gorgeous in one of his designer three-piece suits.
Damn him.
Why couldn’t I find him wearing baggy jeans and an ugly loud orange shirt. Although, I wasn’t sure that would make him any less attractive.
“Good morning, mia bella.”
That was all I needed to hear for my fury to turn up a notch.
“You,” I hissed, striding closer to him and poking him in the chest. “You.”
He cocked his eyebrow, completely unperturbed.
“Yes, it’s me.” His voice was relaxed, the smirk on his handsome face pissing me off even more.
“You tricked me. I’m furious with you.”
“Why?” He honestly looked surprised and insecurity found its way into my chest.
I shook my head. It had to be his tactic.
“It was you in Vegas,” I accused, pushing my finger harder into his chest. “Don’t bother denying it. I know. The tattoos. That fucking piercing. I can’t believe I was so stupid not to see it sooner.”
The words barely left my mouth when he put one hand behind my head and the other on my hip. He surrounded me. His scent drowned my fury and fed my hormones.
Fucking hormones,
As if he could read my thoughts, his nostrils flared as he stared down at me.
“You’re not stupid and you are mine,” he growled.
“You tricked me. You seduced me,” I accused. “You got me pregnant.”
“You are right, I tricked you. But you came right to me and dragged me upstairs. So technically you seduced me.”
My mouth dropped open and I stared at him in shock. I mean, he had a point, but fuck if I’d ever admit it.
“You should have told me. You knocked me up.” It was the only thing I had left. “At least when you found out about the pregnancy, you should have said something.”
“And you would have welcomed me with open arms, right?” The sarcasm in his voice didn’t escape me.
