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“Prepare to feel even better.” That’s the only warning he gives before he removes the clamps and blood rushes back into my nipples.
I mewl at the sharp tingling feeling. It’s multiplied when Luca stops thrusting between my breasts, so his teeth can capture a sensitive tip and flick it with his tongue.
“Luca, stop teasing me.” More arousal coats my thighs, and I know the bedding is soaked beneath us. I need him stretching me full. I’m mindless with desire.
“Does my wife need my cock? Do you need to be fucked by your husband?”
God, I love when he talks dirty to me. It’s crude and raw and makes me hot as hell.
“Yes.”
The next thing I know, his cock is buried deep in my pussy as Luca starts a punishing pace. Pounding hard with each thrust and sending me sliding up the mattress.
My hands catch on the headboard as I brace for each powerful impact of our joining. Luca may be sweet and gentle outside the bedroom, but inside?
He's brutal. A conquering warrior determined to claim his pleasure as roughly as possible, and I love it.
It's not practiced or tempered to an acceptable level of passion. It's unruly. No-holds-barred.Honest.
“Baby, I can't wait any longer. I need you to come for me,” Luca pants in my ear. He tweaks my sore nipple, and it's enough to send me over the edge again.
My body shudders beneath him as he lets go. A primal roar booms from his chest, sweat gleams on his muscles.
He's beautiful.
And he's mine.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
LUCA
“Is this the new hangout spot?” Rafe asks as he plops onto one of the giant beanbag chairs throughout the room. The chairs aren’t really full of beans, or else the cats would have a field day, but their shape and malleability are reminiscent of the childhood seats—just modernized for adults.
Beanie chases a toy mouse across the floor before pouncing on Rafe’s shoe to chew on the laces instead. Allie’s cat, Pretty Kitty, lounges on a hammock attached to the window, napping under the sunlight.
The two cats get along as well as expected after weeks sharing the customized cat jungle the room has been turned into. They mostly keep to themselves—Beanie, energetic and playful, while the older Pretty Kitty sleeps a lot—but sometimes they choose to curl up next to each other, which Allie and Edenoohandahhover while snapping pictures.
I was searching for Eden when I found her with Allie in the cat room, Mathias joined at her hip. Then Jonah wandered in with Hugo, and now Rafe has joined the party.
“It was…” Jonah pretends to get up and leave, while Rafe flips him off with a roll of his eyes.
“We just need Dmitri to show up, then we can call an official manor meeting.” Ever the peacekeeper, Eden ignores their playful insults, distracting Beanie from Rafe’s shoelaces with a beribboned string at the end of a long wand.
“Don’t hold your breath. Dmitri prefers training with Blackthorn soldiers when he has free time.” As if we haven’t spent years of our lives training already under Conrad’s iron thumb.
Allie rests her head on Mathias’s shoulder, watching Eden and Beanie. “Better training than kidnapping. I think we’ve reached our quota in this house for kidnapped women,” she jokes.
“I second that opinion.” Eden pins me with an exasperated glance. “No more kidnapping.”
All of us guys raise our hands in surrender.
“Unlike my criminally minded brothers,” Rafe drawls, a roguish twinkle in his eyes, “I don’t need to hold a woman captive to keep her in my bed. My unique…skillsare enough to keep her satisfied.”
The women make mock gagging expressions as Hugo leans over to wallop Rafe on the side of the head. Mathias and I nod in gratitude for the quick reprisal.
Rafe laughs and jumps into defending his ridiculous claims, but I tune out his ramblings, happy to relax in a rare moment of peace. Between Eden’s beating, finding and rescuing those trafficked women, and dealing with my troublesome family, my life has been a nonstop series of unfortunate events.
The only bright spot has been marrying Eden and finally getting to call hermine.
