Page 89 of Luca
A strangled laugh escaped me. “You’re insane. I’m not giving you their names.” His stare burned a hole through me. “Why do you want them?” I asked, my voice a notch lower.
“So I can kill them,” he deadpanned. Somehow I didn’t think he was joking.
“Okay, that’s a bit overboard. Relax there. It was in college and honestly, I can barely remember their names. Besides, you were one of them. Vegas, remember?” Then I pointed to my stomach while he just grinned. I narrowed my eyes. “Maybe I should ask for the list of women’s names you’ve been with so I can kill them. But then that might take a few years, huh?”
He leaned back, flashing me a smile. “I honestly don’t remember their names, but if you want to kill them, I can help you. After all, I want you to be happy.”
I shook my head incredulously. “This has to be romanticism at its best,” I snarked sarcastically.
He widened his knees, shifted me over his lap, then pulled me to sit between his legs. He sank back further into the couch, taking me with him. I leaned against his solid chest. His hot breath against my nape and his arm wrapped around my waist.
Suddenly the show was forgotten and the only thing I could focus on was him. He was touching me everywhere.
His breath. His hard chest. His thighs.
My core pulsed with need, and I shifted a little when his hand pulled me back.
“Be still.” His hot breath against my ear sent shivers down my spine.
So I shifted again, just to rebel a little bit. We’d been getting along too well. I regretted my rebellion instantly. His hard cock ground against my ass and sent a hot pulsing need through my veins. And a soft moan escaped my lips.
“Watch the show.” His teeth nipped my sensitive earlobe. He didn’t move or put space between us. If anything, he was even closer. “So we can cross this off your bucket list.”
My eyes immediately obeyed him and returned to the show. The woman was on her knees, her head bobbing back and forth. The man’s fingers gripped her hair, his eyes half-lidded on her and his hips thrusting into her mouth. The obvious desire between the man and the woman giving us a show sent an inferno blazing through my veins. My breathing got choppy. My skin was pulled taut. Even from here, I could see the glistening desire trickling down the woman’s thighs.
I couldn’t sit still any longer. I shifted again, Luca’s hard cock grinding against me and my head fell back against his shoulder.
“Is it turning you on, Wife?” His lips touched the curve of my ear and sent a shudder through me. It was the first time he called mewife. Surprisingly, I didn’t dislike it. In fact, I loved the sound of it.
My head tilted slightly to allow him to nuzzle my neck. I must have lost my mind, but at this moment I didn’t care. His mouth on my skin burned in the most delicious way.
Luca shifted, his fingers slowly lowering down my growing stomach. Maybe it was the pregnancy. Or maybe it was just him. There was something so goddamn erotic when he touched my belly.
It should freak me out. It should have repelled me but it didn’t. And the way he hummed with guttural satisfaction when his palm pressed gently against the spot where my little girl usually kicked had me going wild.
Jesus, these hormones would be the death of me.
“You want me to touch you.” It wasn't a question. His breath ghosted against the skin of my neck. I held my breath, waiting for more. I should have known that wasn’t good enough for him. “Beg me to touch you, Wife, and you’ll come harder than ever before.”
I bit my lip, refusing to cave in.
His hand slipped further down between my legs and I parted them wider, needing him on my core. My pussy was already swollen and throbbing, needing the pleasure.
My hands lowered down to press against his hips and my fingers curled into his muscles as my hips moved unconsciously.
His fingers brushed against my panties. “You’re wet,” he groaned in my ear. “I can smell your arousal. Your pretty pussy wants this, needs this.” A moan slipped between my lips. My desire burned hot. “Beg me.”
My eyelids were heavy, watching the show but not seeing it. The only thing I could focus on was this man, whispering in my ear. Tempting me.
“Maybe my water broke,” I rasped, ignoring his demand to beg. I’d never beg.
I licked my lips but no words left my mouth. He pressed a kiss to my shoulders.
He cupped my pussy, then tightened his grip. Like he owned that most private part of me.
“So stubborn.” Then he cursed. “So fucking wet. Is that for me?”
Yes, yes, yes,I wanted to scream, but instead only a whimper left my lips. His free hand moved to my breast and yanked the top of my dress, then the lace of my bra down. His hand on my pussy pressed me firmly against his own body while he pinched my sensitive nipple with his other hand.
