Page 75 of Shiver

I look over my shoulder for a moment, noting that Yandel has started to trail farther behind us. “Eyes on the road, Samara,” Luca growls behind me.

“Sand, eyes on thesand,” I correct him.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. Eyes forward,principessa.” He drags his hands down my waist, settling them on the tops of my bare thighs. A shiver wracks through me, and goosebumps line my skin all over.

“It’s a hundred degrees out here; how do you have a chill?” he whispers against the shell of my ear. I suppress the shudder that threatens its way through me.

I’m realizing just how romantic this excursion could be. With the right person that is.

I do my best to ignore him, focusing instead on the palm trees dancing in the wind, the sounds of children laughing as they play with their families in the water, and the music surrounding us each time we pass a cabana or a bar.

We stroll by a couple lying on their sides, facing one another under their rented cabana. I try to pull my eyes away when I realize that the man is fondling her topless breasts, squeezing her nipples tightly in his grip, but I can’t peel my eyes away. Luca’s hot breath coasts over the side of my neck, and I feel his hard length press into my spine. “We could be doing that right now if you didn’t have me sitting on the back of this vegetarian monster.”

I shake my head. “No, we couldn’t. Remember, Luca, this is afakerelationship,” I tell him, but my thighs still clench from the feeling of his growing erection trying to burrow itself into me.

“The relationship might be, but that doesn’t mean we can’t still work out our frustrations together,” he says, groaning as I involuntarily wiggle my ass farther into his embrace.

His hands trail up my thighs, one settling on my hip and the other slipping under my bathing suit cover-up. The closer his fingers trail near my core, the harder it is to protest. I lean forward, hoping the separation between us will clear my head, but the new position has my clit pressed firmly into the saddle. My breath is knocked out of me, and my fingers grip the reins more tightly.

The hand on my hip trails toward my navel, lying flat on my stomach and pressing me back into Luca. His dick is hard as ever, straining against me through the thin fabric of his swim trunks. “Just this once,principessa.Let me make you feel good. No one’s looking,” he whispers, dipping his head to tug on my earlobe.

My limbs tingle, and as much as I try to convince myself that it’s just from my legs dangling, I know it isn’t true.

I can’t take it anymore. My eyes scan our surroundings, and as luck would have it, we’ve reached an alcove with no one besides Yandel around. He’s trailed so far behind us, I’m sure he couldn’t seeor hearanything. My resolve shatters.

I nod, giving in to Luca’s request to make me feel good. “No can do, princess. I need your words. If you want me to finger-fuck your soaking cunt, you’re going to have to open that pretty mouth of yours and tell me.”

A moan slips past my lips, and he sucks on the side of my neck in response, nipping the skin and releasing me. A finger trails up the side of my bathing suit, slipping under the strip that’s covering my center. “You say you don’t like me,” he whispers, “but your pussy has other ideas. You’re absolutely drenched, and it’s all forme, isn’t it?”

Damn this man and his delicious, sinful mouth.

“Yes.” I groan.

“Yes, what? Yes, you’re drenched for me, or yes, you want me to make you come? Or… both.” He chuckles, already knowing the answer.

“Luca,” I grit out. “Shut up and make me come.” Annoyance and desire tingle through me in equal measure.

“Yes, ma’am,” he says, sliding one thick finger into me. I cry out, clenching around his finger. I slump forward, but Luca’s hand on my abdomen keeps me straight, pressing me into his chest. “God damn, princess, you’re so tight.” He pumps that finger in and out of me.

We’re now traveling so slowly we may as well be at a complete stop. He slips another finger inside, separating them once inside me and stretching me out around him. It sends pain and pleasure spearing through me, and my chest heaves with the effort to sit still.

“Look at you, soaking my fingers and practically begging for me. I bet if you got that stick out of your ass, we could have afantasticfucking time with that too,” he purrs.

“Fuck you,” I grit out, but his words have me reluctantly spasming around his fingers.

He trails his nose up my neck, breathing me in, and whispers, “That can be your job.” My skin is on fire, and I know it’s not just from the sun. A gentle gust of wind breezes by, pulling tendrils of my hair into my face. Luca gently tucks the errant hairs behind my ear with his free hand before returning it to my waist.

He pumps his fingers, changing his tempo and, finally, speeding up as my moans become louder and more uncontained. “Yes, just like that,” I tell him, pleading for my release.

His thumb grazes my clit, and he presses himself farther into me, holding me up as he brings me to the edge. My vision starts to narrow, my breath coming out in pants. He whispers as he ruthlessly drags me toward my orgasm, “I’ll always give youexactlywhat you need,principessa,” as his hand trails from my waist to my breast. His fingers graze over the pebbled bud, and I’m a goner.

My pussy clenches around his fingers, my orgasm sucking the air out of my lungs as I pulsate around him, stars littering my vision. And just when I’ve had enough, maybe even too much, my skin searing with heat, Luca pinches my nipple. He does it the same way the man on the beach had his partner, and a second wave of euphoria hits me, rearing through me until I’m a puddle. I fear Luca De Laurentiis has ruined me for every man after him.

“You’re so pretty when you come undone for me,” he whispers, licking a heated trail up my neck and extracting his fingers. He brings them to his lips, and I turn my head, watching as he sucks them into his mouth, effectively cleaning them of any trace of me. “And delicious too,” he says, moaning. He gives me a small smile, straightening me and grabbing the reins for himself, steering us the rest of the way around the alcove and back the way we came. When my breath has returned to normal, I take them from him, eager to busy myself with anything but the concern rearing through me at the realization of what we’d just done.

“This needs to stop,” I whisper to myself, but he hears me.

“I disagree.” He chuckles, wrapping his arms back around my waist.

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