Page 76 of Keeping My Bride

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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On the driveback to the house, Luca is still seething about the instructor touching me. He has a death grip on the steering wheel, his knuckles white with his forearms tense and vibrating with anger. The tension is so thick in the SUV that I could cut it with a knife.

When we finally pull into the driveway, I decide to try to lighten the mood a bit. I climb out and immediately go to a pile of snow. Quickly, I make the biggest snowball I can manage before I sneak back to the SUV.

Luca rounds the corner, confusion lacing his features. “Verona, what are you —?”

I throw the snowball, effectively silencing him as it smacks him right in the face. Okay, so maybe I went for overkill, because now he’s covered in snow from the top of his head, his face, his shoulders and part of his chest.

I cover my mouth to silence my gasp as I watch him slowly wipe the snow from his face. His gray eyes blink open, and I can see the anger in them.

“Run,” he whispers.

“What?” I ask, thinking I misheard him.

“Run, Verona.”

I don’t even think twice before I take off running into the snow. I don’t get far before Luca is on my heels, chasing me down like a lion would with his prey. My legs carry me as fast as they can, but Luca is faster.

He pushes me facedown into the snow and mounts me like a wild animal. I’m struggling to get my bearings when I feel cold air on my backside. Bent over a snowbank, I realize Luca just pulled down my pants, exposing me to the elements…and to him.

His fingertips press into the bruises on my skin, and I cry out in pain. “That hurts!”

“Well, it’s about to hurt even more,” he says darkly before bringing a hand down on my ass.

The combination of the bruises and the cold air makes the smack ten times worse, and I hiss out between clenched teeth.

He slaps my other cheek, and I cry out, “No more, no more! I’m sorry!”

“What was that? You’re sorry?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

I feel his fingertip run up and down the length of my slit. “Why, honey, you’re wet for me.”

I hang my head in shame. Admittedly, I’ve been wet for him all day. Just seeing his jealous side made me all hot and bothered earlier, and Luca is just plain hot when he’s angry.

“This is going to be hard and fast, honey,” Luca tells me. “Don’t come.”

“What?” I barely get the question out before I hear the sound of his zipper, and then his cock is pressing against my entrance. My wetness allows him to ease right in, and then he’s fucking me like the beast that he is.

It feels so good, and I can feel my core starting to clench around his big cock, but then I feel Luca’s hand coming down on my ass, and it jolts me out of the orgasm I was about to experience.

“This is your punishment, honey,” Luca hisses. “This is for my pleasure. Not yours.” He pumps his hips, enunciating every word as he says, “Don’t…you…dare…come.”

I try to move, but every time I do, I just sink down further into the snow. So, I’m forced to just lie there and take it, feeling every inch of his hard cock inside of me and desperately trying not to come.

“Fuck, yes!” Luca roars behind me as he finds his release, pulling out and marking me with stripes of cum on my bruised ass.

He takes a few seconds to come down from his high before he helps me up and fixes my pants. My legs are shaking from the cold, and I’m so horny I could scream right now.

Luca chuckles, and that earns him a vicious glare from me, which only makes him laugh harder.

“Delayed gratification, Mrs. Vitale. I seem to recall you wanting that,” he says with a smile before walking away from me.

I flip him off and sulk the whole way back to the house.

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