Page 11 of Vicious Chaos

He leans over me and captures my lips with his own and kisses me so gently and lovingly even as he continues to punish the rest of my body with force. I moan into his kiss as I search out his tongue and flick playfully teasing him with my own brand of love. Two people so different, but so similar. We never seemed to fit together on paper and yet as our bodies move and undulate against each other in a rhythm that feels as natural as the waves crashing on the beach, I have a hard time believing we are anything but made for each other.

I fall apart in his arms one more time, his name on my tongue, his lips pressed to mine and he groans and slows his thrusts as I clench all around him. He eases out of me as I come back down from the heights of my release and he slips out of me. I start to protest but he presses a hard kiss against my mouth to shut me up before he pulls me on to my feet.

I don’t fight against him and let him move me in whatever way he wants, my body still feeling like jelly after the insane amount of pleasure Luca has lavished on to me. My heart beats fast and a small part of me is stuck on the fact that he hasn’t actually said the words back. I know he loves me, I felt it with every move of his body, every swipe of his tongue, and every caress of his hand. Yet still, a small insecure part of myself that will never go away still needs to hear the words.

He pushes me to lean over his desk, and groans as he slaps my exposed pussy. I can’t hold back the moan at the sting of pleasure even as I start to spiral into insecurities and doubts. He slaps my dripping lips again, even harder, as if in punishment for my thoughts. The pain overrides the pleasure for a moment, but also the doubts and as he pushes himself back into me from the new position, it pushes my pleasure even higher.

He leans over me, pushing even farther into me until I’m panting. He bites on my ear lobe and whispers, “I love the fuck out of you, Letty,” before pulling out and fucking me slowly from behind. Dragging every thrust out as long as he can, pushing me farther and farther into a place where there is no room for words, no room for thoughts, only the emotions between the two of us. The love that has endured the hell we’ve been through.

He pushes into me and a tear slips down my face as I push back into him. The thin string of his control snaps as I lift my ass higher to him. His hand snakes around to my front and presses on my clit as the smooth, slow rhythm he had breaks and he pushes into me harder and faster, chasing his own release. His hand grinds into my clit and I scream out my release and can feel my inner walls squeeze around him and he seems to swell with his own release. Luca pistons into me one more time before growling in my ear and spilling himself inside of me.

Instead of pulling out, he leans over me and rests his face against my spine as we both pant in sweaty exhaustion. We stay like that for several moments before Luca finally pulls out of me. Instead of turning away though, he pulls me into his arms and lifts me until my body is pressed to his chest and my head leans on his shoulder. He walks us over to the love seat in the corner of the room before sitting with me on his lap. I cuddle closer into him as his arms tighten around me.

All of the guys have slowly been easing me into more affectionate gestures and I have to admit, I like cuddling more than I thought I would. Kade pointed out how he had started the process a long time ago but with more pushing from all of them I’ve really fallen into the easy nature of it. I even find myself craving simple touches from all of my guys.

I relax in Luca’s arms, ready for a nap after the rush of emotions I just experienced. I’m still not used to how different things are now, how different I am. Emotions tend to exhaust me probably more than normal after so many years of not feeling anything more than surface level or rage.

Luca’s hand running down my spine and the gentle press of his lips against my forehead doesn’t help matters but I can’t bring myself to care. I don’t care about all the things we both should be doing right now. All I can focus on is the contentment pouring through me. Luca loves me.

“Scar, you are our very center. The only thing our hearts beat for. You bring out our best sides and our monsters and tame them both. All of us are at your mercy. Our lives, yours to command. Our bodies, yours to use. Our hearts, yours to own.”

Tears spill down my face even as my eyes flutter shut and my body shuts down into sleep. The last thought that flows through me is that I had spoken aloud with something a lot like awe that I could be loved.

Still after all these years a part of me feels like the lost little girl when she realized no one loved her, not her family, not her friends, not even her boyfriend. These men though? My men? They feel so much more than just love for me. What we have is imperfect and messy, wild and reckless, destructive, and beautiful. It’s chaos and it’s ours. Mine.

I raisemyarms above my head as I stretch, arching my back and pushing my tits out as I do.

Luca raises a brow at me from where he sits at his desk, his coal black eyes locked on my movements with a dark gleam in them. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Letty,” he warns.

A shiver wracks my body as I drop my arms back to my sides. “I’m an expert at finishing. Wanna see?”

His chuckle washes through me. Everything about this man in front of me is dark and delicious. Now that we’ve both given into the pull between us, I don’t know how we ever resisted it in the first place. He makes me feel insatiable. Like no matter how much of him I have, it’ll never be enough. Not until we completely consume each other.

Luca leans back in his chair, a dare on his face as I make my way to him. I trail my fingers over his shoulders and a low growl builds in the back of his throat. I lean down and gently press my lips to the side of his throat, right where I can feel his pulse race at the touch. I grin and lean back just enough to give me the space to sink my teeth into his skin.

His groan makes me smile as he reaches back to pull me into his lap, but I dance away from his touch, laughing. He turns around and glares at me. “Thought you were going to show me how you finish?” he taunts.

I would think he’d know better than to provoke me. I love Luca naked above me, but I really love an angry Luca naked above me. There’s nothing that brings me the same sense of satisfaction as what I get from pissing him off and giving him a hard time.

“I am. There’s a bitch out there that’s been begging for me to finish her game for months now.”

Rolling his eyes to the ceiling, he groans. He knows he can’t say shit. The body may be gone now, but we both know what he did. He killed the man who couldn’t keep his hands to himself earlier tonight. Granted, he had sexual predator written over every inch of his skin. But still. There’s something off about Taylor. She’s just as sick in the head as the man Luca killed. She’s not innocent just because she doesn’t have a dick between her legs. What she did to Luca’s office was still sexual harassment.

I run my fingers through my hair, teasing it to ensure it has that just fucked look about it. Luca watches on in amusement. He tries to hide it under a layer of exasperation, but he can’t hide anything from me. Not anymore. Not since we’ve both stopped hiding from each other.

I blow him a kiss as I saunter out of his office.

Taylor’s working behind the bar, her glare locked on me from the moment I backed out of Luca’s office. I don’t move right towards her, instead veering off to the far side of the bar. I rest my elbows against the counter and lean over it, giving Dare my best innocent expression. She doesn’t fall for it for even a moment.

I’ve never been happier that she’s one of the few people outside my men that I can communicate silently with. She’s smart like that. It’s one of the reasons I’ve always been drawn to her. “The new color suits you,” I say as my eyes run up and down her body. I was surprised that she wanted lilac and didn’t take the chance to comment on it earlier when we were dancing. The light, girly, color didn’t fit my image of her at all. Somehow, seeing it against her tanned skin and blonde hair, it really does make sense. Huh, I take my time as I let my eyes rove over her. Not at all what I would expect from her. Maybe she’s not as gray as she likes to think. Bright colors rather compliment her.

She smirks as she pours me a drink. “The freshly fucked look suits you.” She says it louder than necessary and we both chuckle when Taylor breaks the glass she’s holding. Of course Dare hates her as much as I do. She’s a rude cunt with bad vibes. No respect for any of the dancers who have worked their asses off to earn their roses here.

People may think Steel Roses is just a slutty club with strippers who don’t want to call themselves strippers. But I expect excellence from all of my people. My dancers are no different. We only accept the best and these girls work hard to be it. They deserve the recognition and special treatment wearing the roses grants them. That cunt doesn’t.

“You know Luca,” I drawl slowly. “He’s rough but likes to take his time with me.”

Dare hums as her eyes light up. Taylor curses as she drops to her hands and knees to clean up the mess she made. "Perks of making that man yours." There's a gleam of satisfaction that burns in her eyes at the angry sound Taylor makes on the floor.

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