Page 70 of Keeping My Bride

My right hand reluctantly releases the sheet, and I reach down between my legs until I find my clit. I rub the little bundle of nerves with my fingertip, and it feels so good mixed with the pain, but I’m still not totally relaxed.

“That’s it,” Luca hisses. “That’s my naughty girl.”

He pushes further into my ass, and I finger myself faster, needing the pleasure to mask the pain. “Please!” I cry out, but I honestly don’t know if I want him to stop or continue.

“Breathe, honey. Relax. I’ll make it feel good. I promise.”

His voice calms me, and I’m able to relax enough that he can enter me the whole way. When I feel his trimmed pubic hair touching my ass cheeks, I know he’s fully seated inside of me. I expect him to fuck me hard, but he doesn’t. Luca takes his time, easing in and easing out, adding more oil when needed and stroking my back, murmuring praises as he fucks me nice and slow.

When he wanted to claim my ass, I never thought it would be like this. It feels good. More than good. My fingers stroke my clit as he fucks me, and it almost feels like an out of body experience.

I groan and move my body in rhythm with his cock, grinding down on my fingers.

“I’m so close, honey. Your ass feels so damn good around my cock. So tight,” he grunts as he rocks in and out of me. “Come with me,” he begs.

His words are my undoing. I detonate around him, my entire body on fire with pleasure. I almost scream, it feels so good.

“Fuck! Yes,” Luca groans before pulling out of me. I feel rope after rope of his seed striping my backside as he comes.

Our harsh breathing fills the room. That was so intense and unexpected. I close my eyes and begin to relax again when I feel Luca rubbing his cum into my skin.

“What are you doing?” I question.

“Marking you,” he says, his voice husky and raw.

That whole thing with Constantine really did a number on him, and I don’t think I was ever really in danger at the art gallery. Still, Constantine could come for me if he wanted to, I suppose. But he’d be going up against Luca and his army of men. And I don’t think Luca would ever let him win that war.

Smacking my ass playfully, Luca announces, “Let’s take a shower.”

He gets off the bed and helps me to stand. Then, he pulls me into his arms. I can feel something different in that hug, as he holds me, the hug lasting way longer than normal. It’s almost like Luca senses something bad is going to happen to us, and it scares the hell out of me.

Maybe just the thought of losing me is making him fall for me. And that’s probably scarier than anything else in his dark, twisted world.

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