Sincerely, Your Inconvenient Wife (The Harder They Fall, #2)(65)

I shook my head, throwing his words back at him. “Not jealous. Territorial.”

Two fingers plunged into me as he gripped my nape, holding me there. “Then claim your territory, pretty girl. Take what you need.”

“I need to come.” I rocked my hips to the rhythm he fucked me with his fingers, confident he’d get me there.

“I’ve got you. I’ll take you there.”

He sucked my neck, thrust and stroked my pussy, and held me close. That must have been the magic formula since I was flying out of my skin in no time. And Luca kept going, lapping at my throat, circling my clit until I was whimpering and writhing, begging for his cock.

My dress was dragged down, off my arms and chest. Lips surrounding my nipples, my head thrown back. Luca’s pants were unzipped, his cock wedged between my folds. Each time he sucked, I rocked over his thick length, hitting my clit, covering him with my arousal.

We taunted each other, coming close, but never all the way, until it was too much. I needed him, and from the rumbling groans vibrating Luca’s chest, he needed me just as badly.

He took me by the hips, lifting me like a feather, and placed me on his cock. I sank all the way down with his help, and when our pelvises connected, we ignited. Clashing mouths, grappling hands, slapping skin. We fucked each other like our lives depended on it.

I still had the memory of that woman with her hands on Luca’s arm, so I might have dug my nails into his neck harder than I would have otherwise. He didn’t complain. If anything, he sucked on my lips with extra force and shoved me down on his cock like he intended to meld me with it.

My head fell back as I came around him. He slapped me on the ass and covered my mouth to muffle my cries. In the moment, I didn’t care who heard me, but in the back of my mind, I was thankful Luca had.

“Yes, yes,” he gritted out. “Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are when you let go?”

He wasn’t waiting for an answer from me, but I gave him one anyway. “Not as half as beautiful as you when you pump your cum inside me.”

He groaned, his head thumping against the headrest. “You’re killing me. I’m going to fill this pussy up until it’s overflowing. Then I’m going to stuff all my cum back up there, so you take every drop. Don’t waste any of it.”

“Give it to me, Luca. Stop talking and paint my pussy. I need it.”

He slammed me down on his cock like I was his personal toy, and I loved it. Loved how he owned my body and made me feel like I was fully his and he was promising to take care of me.

My thighs quivered as another wave of pleasure swept through me until I was sinking beneath it, lost. Luca’s groans were like thunder, cracking the electric air around us.

He buried his face in my throat as he fucked me in earnest. I held him there, my arms around his head and shoulders, melting under the heat of his breath on my skin.

Luca drove into me from beneath like we were all alone in a big bed—not the back of a limo, crawling through city traffic. My body was under his control. His grip on my hips was ironclad, lifting and dropping me down to meet his upward thrusts. He was giving me a fantasy in real life. Better than I could have dreamed up. Being taken by Luca in the back of a limo made saying “yes” to him worth it, though I was thoroughly ruined for anyone else. No one would ever measure up to Luca Rossi.

For a brief moment, regret tried to sneak through the cracks of my psyche when I thought about a future that wouldn’t include Luca. But this wasn’t a time for sadness and thoughts. Luca fucked my thoughts away, leaving only euphoria as my body reached yet another peak.

When we fell, we went together. Moans mingling, panting breaths exchanged, pleasure binding our fiery bodies, if only for this one wild, fleeting moment.

I fell against him, giving him all my weight. Still deep inside me, Luca idly stroked my hair as we both caught our breath.

“There’s no way the driver didn’t hear that,” I murmured.

“Mmm. I pay him enough money not to listen.” He curled a lock of my hair around his finger. “I like that you didn’t even try to be quiet.”

“I did try.” I lifted my head from his shoulder with great effort. He’d liquefied my bones. “It’s just that I failed.”

He laughed softly. “I doubt you fail at much, so I’ll take it.”

“You’re right. I don’t give up, so I can’t fail.”

“Pretty, persistent girl. You even managed to melt Shira’s icy facade.”

“She isn’t icy. She’s very, very shy. You’d know that if you weren’t so quick to judge.”

“Hmmm. Something to think about. Now…let’s get you off my dick so I can thank you for coming with me tonight.”

I snorted a laugh and patted his cheek. “I like you, Luca Rossi.”

He unwound my hair so he could drag his finger along my jaw. “I like you too, Saoirse Rossi.”

The funny thing was, it didn’t even sound strange to hear his name attached to mine anymore.





Chapter Twentyseven





Luca





I cracked one eye open. Seven thirty a.m. An ungodly hour for a Saturday. But the persistent tapping on my door had dragged me out of my much-needed sleep.

“The condo better be burning down,” I called in the direction of the closed door.