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As I stroke her toward another shattering climax, my thumb circling her throbbing clit with merciless precision, I know with absolute certainty that by morning, Lily Moore—the governor's precious, untouched daughter—will be completely, irrevocably ruined for any other man. The evidence of my claim will be painted across her inner thighs, and her father will never, ever forgive either of us.
Chapter 12
Lily
I stand before him,completely bare, my body still tingling from the intimate act we just shared. My lips feel swollen, my knees weak as I try to steady my breathing. The taste of him lingers on my tongue—salt and musk and pure masculinity.
Luca’s eyes devour me, dark with hunger and something possessive that makes my stomach flip. Without warning, he sweeps me into his arms, cradling me against his broad chest as if I weigh nothing. I gasp, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck, feeling the solid warmth of him against my naked skin.
“Where are we going?” I whisper, though I already know.
“Bedroom,” he growls, his voice vibrating through me. "I’m not fucking you for the first time on my dining table.”
He carries me through his penthouse, each purposeful stride bringing us closer to what I’ve been craving since I first laid eyes on him. When we reach his bedroom, I take in the massive space—all dark woods and charcoal grays, masculine and imposing like the man himself. The centerpiece is an enormous bed with black silk sheets that look sinfully soft.
Luca lays me down gently, the cool silk a shock against my heated skin. I watch, transfixed, as he begins to undress. Hismovements are unhurried, deliberate, as if he knows precisely what the anticipation is doing to me. First, his shirt, revealing that magnificent chest and sculpted abs. Then his pants and boxer briefs in one smooth motion, leaving him gloriously naked.
My breath catches. He’s beautiful—all hard planes and rippling muscle, his cock thick and heavy between his legs. Even after having him in my mouth, seeing him like this, fully naked and aroused, makes my core clench with equal parts fear and desperate need.
He climbs onto the bed with predatory grace, his powerful body moving over mine without touching me. The mattress dips beneath his weight as he positions himself above me, his arms caging me in.
“Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you, Lily?” he asks, his voice a dark velvet promise.
I shake my head, biting my lower lip as heat pools between my thighs.
“First,” he says, lowering his face until his lips brush my ear, “I’m going to taste every inch of this perfect body. I’ll suck these pretty nipples until you’re begging me to stop.” His hand cups my breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak. “Then I’ll spread these thighs and fuck that sweet little pussy again until you’re sobbing my name."
“You will?” I whisper, needing to hear more.
His smile is pure sin. “I’m going to take your virginity, baby girl. Inch by inch, I’ll stretch this tight little cunt around my cock until I’m buried so deep you’ll feel me in your throat.”
I whimper, squirming beneath him. “Tell me more,” I plead, shocking myself with my boldness. “How will you do it?”
"So hungry for details,” he chuckles, the sound dark and rich. "I’ll start slow, just the tip pressing against your entrance, letting you feel how thick I am. Then I’ll push in a little deeperwith each stroke, watching your face as you take me for the first time.” His hand slides down my stomach. “But first, I want to see something.”
He moves beside me, his eyes burning into mine. “Open your legs, Lily. I want to watch you touch yourself.”
Heat floods my cheeks. Despite everything we’ve already done, this feels more intimate somehow. “I-I don’t know if I can,” I stammer.
“You can,” he says firmly, his tone brooking no argument. “Show me how you pleasure yourself when you’re alone in your bed, thinking about a man’s touch.”
My blush deepens, but the commanding edge in his voice sends a thrill through me. Slowly, I part my trembling thighs, exposing my most intimate place to his hungry gaze. I hesitate, my hand hovering over my stomach.
“Don’t be shy now,” he coaxes, his voice gentler but no less insistent. “Touch that pretty pussy for me.”
Taking a deep breath, I slide my hand between my legs, gasping at how wet I am. My fingers glide through slick folds, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex.
“That’s it,” Luca praises, his eyes fixed on the movement of my hand. “Circle your clit. Just like that.”
I do as he instructs, my fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. Pleasure builds low in my belly as I watch him watching me, his cock visibly throbbing with each beat of his heart.
“Now slide a finger inside,” he commands, his voice rough with restraint.
I push one finger into my entrance, moaning at the sensation. It’s nothing compared to what his will feel like, but the way he’s looking at me—like I’m the most erotic thing he’s ever seen—makes it feel incredibly powerful.
“Add another,” he growls, and I comply, whimpering as I stretch myself with two fingers.
“Good girl,” he praises, the words sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. “Fuck yourself with those pretty fingers while I watch.”
