Page 37 of Keeping My Bride

He slams the door shut and tells Dante in the front seat to drive us home before he pushes a button for the partition between us and Dante to close. Once it’s shut, he turns to me.

He’s calm. Way too calm. And it’s scaring me.

“Luca,” I whisper. I’m about to apologize when he suddenly grabs me and pulls me closer. His mouth is crashing down on mine before I can even comprehend what’s happening.

He doesn’t ask if this is okay. He doesn’t even ask if I want him. He just takes. And I am so incredibly turned on that I feel like I could catch on fire.

This kiss is so powerful that I can feel little tremors erupting all throughout my body. I’ve never been kissed before, but I didn’t think my first time would be like this. This kiss is raw, rough, and possessive. He kisses me with bruising force, like the world is coming to an end and we only have a few moments left to live.

Luca’s tongue prods at my lips until I open my mouth for him, letting him in. Our tongues entwine in a desperate need for each other.

He pulls back, and I struggle to catch my breath. “You drive me crazy,” he admits before his mouth is on mine again.

I’m boneless in his arms, a weak mess, and he takes the opportunity to conquer me. I’m trembling as his hands explore my body. He roughly grabs my breasts through my dress, kneading them until my nipples are hard peaks.

Then, his hands go lower…lower until they’re lifting up my dress. He breaks the kiss to stare down at my thighs, and I can hear him sigh in relief as he whispers, “A thong.”

I stare at him, confused. Did he think I wasn’t wearing any underwear?

“If you hadn’t been wearing panties, I think I would have had no choice but to punish you.” He stares at me with his gray eyes glistening in the pale moonlight streaming through the dark windows of the car. “I might still punish you for dressing like this, for enticing all the men at the party…and for enticing me,” he says, a dark threat permeating through his words.

So, he’s upset with me because I turned him on? I don’t even have time to comprehend that information before he says, “Get on your knees, ass facing me.”

I swallow hard at his request, hesitating a second too long, because next thing I know, he’s pushing me onto the seat and forcing me on my knees.

“Spread your legs,” he instructs, his voice deep and full of lust.

My breathing is labored as I do as he says. This is a new side of Luca I have never seen before. He wants me. I can feel his desperate need.

And I can’t help it, but I want him too.

I spread my thighs for him until my knees are as far apart as they can go on the backseat. I’m not prepared for the first smack to my right cheek, and I jump and squeal in surprise. One of his hands presses on my lower back, holding me in place as the other takes a turn slapping each cheek in succession until my skin feels hot and sore.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs before he smacks me two more times, eliciting a moan out of my throat.

I don’t know why, but the pain is turning me on.

His big hand kneads the tender flesh, getting dangerously close to my clit, and I’m begging silently in my mind for him to touch me there.

When his fingertip drags up and down my slit over my thong, I think I’m going to spontaneously combust. “You’re so wet for me. Did that turn you on, dirty girl?” He moves the thong to the side, and I can feel his warm breath breathing onto my wetness before it turns cold, causing me to shiver.

“Please!” I cry out before I can stop myself. No man has ever done this to me before; and even though I’m nervous, I’m more turned on, and the lust is drowning out all of my reasonable thoughts.

“Tell me what you want,” he instructs, wanting me to beg for it.

I sink my teeth into my lower lip. I don’t want to beg. I want to tell him to go straight to hell. But my desire is too great for him at the moment, and I find myself whispering, “I want your mouth on me.”

“What? I can’t hear you?” he teases.

“Please put your mouth on me!” I cry out, shame burning my face.

His fingertip traces my slit until I feel him pushing on my most intimate area. “Have you ever been fucked here?” he asks, pressing on my tight hole.

I squirm under his ministrations. “No!” I want to tell him I’ve never been fucked anywhere, but I hold my tongue, because I’m so afraid he won’t want to continue and give me the release I need right now. “Please, Luca,” I plead.

“Fuck, I love hearing you beg,” he groans. His finger moves down, swiping over my clit, and I jerk forward, feeling like I just got struck by lightning.

His hand moves from my lower back to around my hip, holding me in place. “You’re really responsive,” he comments in almost a whisper. “I like that,” he adds with a dark chuckle that has my core clenching.

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