Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 14744 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14744 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
“You’d do that for me? Kill them?”
The question floats between us as I walk closer to him until only an inch of air separates us.
Luca sighs and drops his gaze to my chest. Only then do I realize I have nothing but a thin nightgown on. I don’t have any underwear. Instead of feeling self-conscious, though, I go against every instinct to cover myself.
Desire cuts across his face, causing a hot buzz in my core. “Yes, Lila. I would kill for you.”
With courage I didn’t know I had, I stand on my toes and graze his rough jaw with my knuckle. He snaps his eyes shut as tension buzzes like live wires between us. A whimper leaves my mouth as something thick and long prods against my stomach.
“Luca…”
My fingers feather across his hard chest, but Luca staggers back, scrubbing a hand across his face. “No, Lila. We can’t. This is wrong.”
Hurt pierces through me, and my voice breaks when I ask, “Says who?” His head snaps back to me. “Some would say killing people for a living is wrong, so I’m not sure what’s the issue.” I step forward, and he steps back. “You kill people, but you draw the line at doing what you want to do to your stepsister.”
“You don’t know what I want to do to you,” he growls, his face coming alive with lust … and longing.
“Then do it. Show me.”
Luca shakes his head and lets out a sarcastic laugh. “You’re too good for me.”
“You don’t know that!” I snap. Maybe it’s me coming down from the adrenaline or the heady rush from escaping danger, but I just need to feel his hands on me. “Touch me, Luca. Kiss me.” I rub myself against him, moaning at how big he feels with his sweatpants molding on his cock. “Fuck me.”
The last words are barely out of my mouth before he cups my face and crushes his lips to mine. Explosions go off in my head, and I cling to him, digging my fingers into his shoulders.
As he plunges his tongue into my mouth, we stumble-walk until the back of my legs hit the bar stool.
“Say it again,” Luca says against my skin as he peppers me with kisses, trailing his lips along my jaw and down the side of my neck.
“S-say what?”
“Tell me to fuck you.”
“Fuck me.”
“With pleasure.”
In one swoop, he lifts me and deposits my ass on the stool, and he lifts the lever to adjust the height until my pussy is facing his cock. Genius.
“Listen to me, Lila. Once I claim this pussy, it’s going to be mine forever. No one else can have this.” He cups me through my nightgown, and my hands grip the sides of the stool, my back arching. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”
“I-I’m yours, Luca. Please.”
He sucks my bottom lip between his teeth. “Please what, baby?”
“Fuck me.”
He kisses me long and hard as he slides my nightgown and bunches it around my waist. I’m bare and fully exposed, but I don’t even care right now. I just need him inside me.
Luca drops his pants to the floor, his cock springing free. I force myself to swallow as his size makes my eyes bug out of their sockets. I’m not sure it will fit, but even if it kills me, at least I’ll die with him buried inside me.
Weird logic, but whatever.
He rubs the tip along my slit and throws his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down when he swallows. “Fuck, baby. You’re so wet.”
“Please, Luca. I can’t take it anymore.”
His smile is full of wicked promise as he positions himself in front of my entrance, spreading my legs wider apart, his thumb teasing my clit. I look down at the way he’s rubbing circles, but he stops and uses that same hand to lift my face back to him. “Eyes here, baby.”
Luca grips my thighs and doesn’t break eye contact when his cock slides between my lips and into my soaking-wet inner walls. He stretches me, and there’s a pinch of pain, but the pleasure overrides it.
He’s patient and slow, pushing into me until he’s fully seated. Until there’s nothing between us anymore.
Luca sucks in a sharp breath and leans forward to kiss my shoulder. “Can I be rough with you, Lila? Can you take it?”
I don’t even hesitate. “Yes!”
He slides out of me only to ram his hips forward, causing the stool to wobble. But he’s not going to let me fall. He grips the stool as he begins his thrusts—slow at first and increasing his pace until the sound of flesh slapping echoes through the walls.
When he lowers his head to suck on the skin above my breast, my orgasm hits me like a freight train. I’m still fluttering around him, still haven’t recovered from the mind-blowing sensations when he lifts me and sets me on the marble countertop.