Page 54 of Hard Lessons

He pushed in again, stretching her lips, going deep.

She gripped the arms of the chair, instinct telling her to hold his hips, touch him, but fighting that desire. She’d rather take this as punishment than utter the word sorry.

“Jesus, I’ve missed your mouth,” he said, the words seeming to scrape over his throat. “Si, that’s it.”

He increased the pace, half sliding out on each withdraw then pushing back in, his hips thrusting as he held her head still.

A tear escaped her right eye and dribbled down her cheek. It wasn’t because she was crying, it was because she was fighting for breath, fighting the urge to battle against him.

The salty tang of pre-cum arrived.

“Get ready for it,” he said gruffly. “I’m gonna... fill... your mouth.”

She gripped the chair, her back rod straight and her jaw aching.

“Ah,si, si.”

He lodged deep, his abdomen turned to a brick wall and his wiry pubic hair brushed her nose.

His cock pulsed and hot cum flooded the back of her mouth.

His grip tightened and he stilled. He released more pleasure.

Serena swallowed, the action tugging the tip of his cock.

He let out an unholy string of words in Italian as his orgasm claimed him fully.

An annoying thrill went through her, clenching her belly and sending pleasure over her skin. Her heart swelled with the sounds of his satisfaction. They were noises that had invaded her dreams over the last year when she’d been alone in the big fancy apartment.

“Mio amore,” he gasped, a guttural quality to his voice. He withdrew, releasing his grip on her hair and chin.

He stooped and set his hands over hers.

She was breathing hard. Her jaw throbbed and her scalp stung.

“Say you’re sorry, promise you won’t run again.” His dark eyes flashed. “Serena.”

“And will you apologize for tricking me yesterday? Bringing me here?”

His eyes narrowed.

“Exactly.” She mustered up what scrap of dignity she had left and tilted her chin. “So why should I?”

“Because I did what was right for us.”

“Whatyouthink was right for us.”

“What I know.” He stood suddenly. “Why are you being so stubborn?”

“I’m not.”

“Oh, you are. And you damn well know it.” He grabbed the towel and stalked to the bedroom.

Serena dropped her face into her hands. Her cheeks were wet. Her soul knew the truth. She was Luca’s every bit as much as he was hers. Fighting that was getting her nowhere.

She pulled in a breath and sat up straight, reached for her coffee. Perhaps she just needed to bide her time. Let her mind clear and then a solution would come to her.

I love him.

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