Page 131 of The Silent War
Then he shifted, pulling me back, his hips changing angle just enough to ease me off the brutal spot he’d been riding. The rhythm slowed, deliberate, dragging.
His chest pressed tight to my back, his lips at my hairline, softer now.
“I love you, baby,” he whispered into my hair, the words a rasp. “So fucking much. You don’t even know. Every second, every thought—it’s you.”
Tears filled my eyes again, blurring the reflection.
“You consume me.” he murmured, rocking into me slow, grounding. “Ours to worship. Ours to ruin. Ours to keep.”
His hand stroked down my stomach, anchoring me, back to him.
“I’ll never let anyone else feed you. Never let anyone else touch you. You belong to us, Emilia. We’ll never let you go. ”
The rhythm softened further, each thrust more like a promise, his voice worship tangled in every word.
“I love you, baby,” he said again, kissing the back of my neck. “I’ll prove it every fucking day until you finally believe me.”
His hips rocked slow, deep, dragging me back into him with every movement. Each thrust was steady.
My chest tightened.
“Good girl,” he soothed, his palm sliding over my stomach, holding me against him. “Stay with me. Feel me. Let Daddy take you there.”
My sob broke into the mirror.
“That’s it,” he coaxed, his rhythm slow, each movement stroking me higher. “Taking daddy’s cock so fucking good. Making me so fucking proud.”
“Luca—”
“So perfect when you cry for me. Don’t hold back, angel. Give it to me. Give me everything.”
It was overwhelming.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured, kissing my temple. “Safe. Ours. Always ours.”
The pressure built sharp but softer this time, coaxed instead of demanded. My hands pressed harder to the marble, tears blurring my reflection.
“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered, the words so slowly, watching me. “Show me how much you love me. Show me I’m still yours.”
His praise undid me, his vow shattered me. I broke with a sob, trembling, my body shaking against him.
“That’s it,” Luca groaned, grounding me with his hand at my stomach, his lips pressed into my hair. “Good girl. Such a good girl for me. I’m so proud of you, baby.”
My breaths uneven, but he slowed with me, easing me down.
“I love you,” he said again, kissing my temple, softer now.
My tears only came harder. He turned me, cupping my face, holding me against his chest. Minutes passed, he helped fix my dress. I did his zip up.
“Tell me how this ends,” I said, voice unsteady. “Tell me how we get more than a bathroom every time someone looks at me too long.”
“Your family isn’t a problem,” he said too fast.
“So it’s yours,” I let the tears run down my face. “What’s her name?”
“There isn’t anyone else,”
“Then whose clothes are in your spare room?” My voice trembled and I hated it. “Why do your security pings read like a caretaker’s log? Why did Bastion request fresh bloodwork for her? Why didn’t you ever tell me about the penthouse everyone whispers you built?”
