Page 135 of Savior

I shrink inside myself, thinking of the same thing I always do.

Luca. Bursting through the door and taking me into his safe, warm arms.

Sometimes, I wonder if dreaming up these scenarios is helping me stay sane or worsens the longing.

Even so, I continue.

Luca moves inside my body,and I arch off the bed.

“Fuck, God, yes!” I moan, biting my bottom lip and looking into his dark eyes as he rolls his hips, grinding against my clit as his length sinks deep.

“Like that, do you, little dove?”

“More,” I beg, “Harder.”

Wrapping my legs around him, I try to quicken his pace, but he maintains it. Damn him.

“Ah, ah, ah, I’m in control, pretty girl. I want to take my time with this perfect cunt.”

His words. His filthy fucking words.

His mouth sears mine with a fervent kiss, his tongue slipping past my lips’ defenses like the serpent in the Garden of Eden.

The more he presses into my kiss, the more urgent his thrusts get, so I swirl my tongue around the tip of his, teasing him.

He groans, and I swallow it, relishing when he fucks me harder.

Yes!

“I want you to come for me, little dove. Not God. No one else. Me.”

His demand is moot because I’m already about to combust around him, and I know it’ll make him come, too.

I can’t fucking wait.

“Luca!” I whimper, shattering around his cock as he roars through his release.

“Good girl, Hermosa,” he says, and I look up at him in confusion. “Now that’s more like how I’d love for you to behave…”

The room spins, and the world feels ablaze as panic tightens around my heart like a wrench.

My eyes fly open,confusion battling through my brain as I tug from the dream.

Matteo is over me, still writhing inside my body.

“You continue to behave like that, and I’ll have to move you into my room. I knew you had a good girl somewhere; I just had to beat her into submission.”

When he pulls out of me, nausea roils my stomach.

I came for him. I came for a rapist while dreaming of my lover.

The idea of it makes me sick.

I rush to the adjoining ensuite bathroom, barely reaching the toilet before heaving into it.

A dark chuckle comes from the doorway. “Pardon me for taking advantage of whatever dream you were having, but your moans were too sweet to pass up. Though I think I enjoy fucking you more willingly than I enjoy forcing you.”

“Fuck you!” I spew, my snot running from my nose, and vomit on my chin. “Fuck you to fucking hell!”

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