Page 34 of The Secrets We Keep

He didn’t pause to speak or to tease her. He picked up speed, using his teeth to nibble her clit and her sensitive lips, dipping his tongue inside her again and spearing it in and out before dragging it roughly over her clit.

Every nerve ending was on fire, snapping like electricity across her skin. The more urgently her hips rocked, the faster he worked her with his mouth, and when he sealed his lips around her clit and sucked hard, she shattered into a million pieces. Pieces only Luca had ever known how to pick up again.

“Sweet mother of God,” she panted, sliding bonelessly onto the bed.

He chuckled, turning onto his side and swirling his finger around her nipple. “For a minute there, I was worried you didn’t remember what I taught you.”

“I was trying not to smother you.”

There was a hunger in his eyes that made her shiver, and she didn’t stop him when he rolled her onto her stomach and covered her body with his. “Next time,” he whispered in her ear as he slid inside her, “smother me.”

She nodded, pushing back against him as much as his weight on top of her would allow. His thrusts were hard and deep inside her. Each time he drew back, the loss of him left her feeling hopelessly empty until he filled her again and the world recalibrated.

Never in a million years did she think she’d get to see Luca again, let alone have him like this, moving inside her, his body weighting hers to the bed, his lips hot on her skin while he whispered a single word in her ear. Mine.

That’s the first thing he said to her when he walked up behind her in that club on her twenty-first birthday. After he’d scared off the guy she’d been grinding on with a look. He’d moved in behind her, placed his hands on her hips, and leaned down to whisper in her ear. Mine.

She had been from that day forward. She was now. She likely would be forever. Whatever happened, she was his.

“Luca,” she gasped when he pulled back and slammed his hips into hers. Rough and demanding. “I need you.”

“I know, baby girl.” He scored her shoulder with his teeth. “Come for me again, and you can have me.”

He fucked her harder, driving her body against the bed with each punishing thrust of his hips. Her sensitive nipples dragged against the rough fabric of the duvet, and she whimpered, which only spurred him on, his cock pumping furiously inside her.

He drove deep, angling his cock so he brushed against her G-spot, and she cried out, her body going taut beneath him as her orgasm barreled through her. Her name was a prayer on his lips as he followed her over.

“Fuck, baby girl. The things you do to me.”

“It’s mutual. Believe me,” she replied, voice muffled against the bed.

He rolled onto his side and pulled her back against him, snuggling her against the pillows. She felt his nose press against her nape and breathe her in.

She didn’t know how he managed it, but in his arms, she still felt perfect.

Chapter Sixteen

The traffic from Catania to Palermo was a nightmare. He’d cut it too close, stealing kiss after kiss from her lips until he couldn’t delay any longer. She’d wrapped around him in one more lingering kiss in the doorway, her tongue sliding against his until all he wanted to do was get her naked again.

But she’d eventually broken away, shoved him into the hall, and slammed the door in his face. If he didn’t have this stupid family thing today, they could have spent the whole weekend naked like they had the weekend before. Talking, eating, fucking. They had so much to catch up on, and he hated leaving her.

A handful of nights in her bed, in her arms, weren’t enough. It would never be enough. He wanted every night with her. Forever.

And because of that, he would probably be late, which would put Matteo in a shitty mood. His brother was always in a shitty mood when things didn’t go his way. It was one of many things Luca hadn’t missed in Matteo’s absence.

An ugly yellow Mini Cooper cut him off, and he laid on the horn, gesturing out the window as he took the exit for home and navigated crowded streets toward the villa. The driveway was full when he pulled in, and he eased his car in behind Alexei’s Aston Martin.

Voices drifted down the hall when he opened the front door, and he followed the sound to the parlor, crossing to the decanter on the sideboard to pour himself a glass of wine. When he turned, Carina was looking at him with a single eyebrow raised.

“Looks like the gang’s all here,” Matteo said, gaze sliding over Emilia, where she sat between Dom and Carina.

Emilia’s cheeks flushed pink. “I think that’s my cue. I’ll go hang out with the twins,” she said of her brother and sister she’d been raising since their mother died.

“No,” Dom said, reaching for her hand when she stood.

“We have important matters to discuss, Domenico,” Matteo said, a bite to his tone. “Family matters.”

“I’m aware. I drove two hours to make this little get-together when I have things I could be doing in Agrigento. Emilia is family now. My family.”

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