I raise my brows, surprised he noticed that. “It roughly translates to I’ll either find a way or create one. It’s my favorite quote, and it’s the one that kept me going throughout the years.”
He leans against the only empty wall in my room and pulls me closer, his touch gentle as he brushes my hair out of my face. “And did you? Did you find a way?”
I look into his eyes, my heart pounding loudly. Sometimes he looks at me a certain way, and it makes everything fade away, until all I can see is him. “I’m not sure yet,” I whisper.
Luca cups my face, his touch tender. “What is it going to take for you to be sure?” he asks, and all of a sudden, I’m no longer sure what we’re talking about. He’s been acting this way recently, his gaze turns pensive, as though he misses me when I’m right next to him.
Luca leans in slowly, his lips brushing over mine once, twice, before he captures them fully. He groans as he pulls me closer and turns us around, until he’s got me pressed against the wall, his hand wrapped in my hair. I could lose myself in his kisses, in this thing between us. He makes me want to do the one thing I told myself I never would again.
His hands dip lower, and he lifts me into his arms. My legs instinctively wrap around his hips, and just feeling how hard he is for me sends a rush of desire through me. There’s something so empowering about knowing that he always wants me this badly.
“Valentina,” he groans against my lips, his mouth trailing down to my neck. His touch is desperate, and I revel in it. I’ve missed him more than I care to admit. The last couple of days have been odd, the distance between us seemingly insurmountable, but it all disappears when he touches me this way.
I arch my back, needing more. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” I whisper. “What if my mother comes up to find us?”
He chuckles as his teeth graze over my neck. “Then I guess we’d better be quick.”
Luca’s palm slides down my stomach and into the skirt I’m wearing, until he’s got his thumb pressed against my lace underwear. He groans when he realizes that I’m wet, and his forehead drops to mine. “This is one of the things I love most about you,” he whispers. “The way your pussy is always ready for me.”
My cheeks flush when he roughly pushes my underwear aside. “I need you, baby. Right fucking now.”
I nod and unbutton his jeans frantically, my thoughts clouded by desire. The way he looks at me when my hands wrap around his cock will never get old. He looks like he’s at my mercy, like his entire world revolves around me.
Luca’s eyes are on mine as I guide him into me, and the pure desire he shows me only heightens my own need. “Such a good pussy,” he groans as he thrusts into me fully.
I moan, and he shakes his head, his hand wrapping over my lips to silence me. “No, baby,” he whispers. “Quiet.” He fucks me like that, pushed up against my bedroom wall, one hand over my mouth and the other underneath me, holding me up.
“More,” I beg, and he uncovers my mouth, both of his hands moving to my hips instead. He holds my hips tightly and turns us around, so he’s leaning against the wall. Rather than thrusting into me, he moves me up and down his cock, his movements rough. He handles me with such ease that it’s like I don’t weigh a thing.
“Like this?” he asks, holding me at a slight angle.
I gasp and suppress a moan. “L-Luca,” I whisper. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me when he takes me at that angle, and the way he smirks tells me he’s loving every second of watching me unravel. “I can’t,” I groan. “It’s too much.” It feels too deep, and the way he’s moving inside me is driving me insane. With every thrust, he’s pushing up against me the way I like it, and he knows it.
“You can,” he promises me. “You can take it, baby.”
He tightens his grip on me and bites down on his lip as he increases the pace. I can’t handle it when he looks at me that way. “I’m… I can’t…”
“Then come for me, wife. Treat me to my favorite sight, Valentina.” He turns us around and pushes me against the wall harshly, his cock slamming all the way into me right as my muscles contract around him. His hand wraps around my lips, drowning out my moans as he takes me over the edge.
“Fuck,” he groans, his forehead dropping to mine, his breathing ragged. “I’ll never get enough of you. I’ll still want you this way when we’re gray and old.”
My eyes widen, and he chuckles as he replaces his hand with his lips, kissing me slowly. “I can’t get enough of you either,” I admit, my heart racing. Could he… could he really be thinking of a future with me outside of our contract? I haven’t even allowed myself to consider it.
“Val?” The sound of my mother’s voice near my door has me pushing against Luca roughly, my eyes wide with panic. He lowers me to the floor instantly and my hands run down my body in a rush, making sure everything is covered and neat. Luca’s movements are equally quick, and it only takes him a second to pull up his jeans and take several steps away from me, an innocent expression on his face by the time my mother walks in.
She frowns and glances between us, her brows raised. I’m standing further away from Luca than is natural, and I have no doubt my cheeks are crimson. There’s no doubt that we look suspicious, and all of a sudden, I feel like a naughty teenager.
“Come downstairs,” she says, her voice clipped. “Abuela is awake now. She wants to see you.”
I nod, and she walks out, clearly displeased with us. “You don’t think she realized, right?” I ask, thoroughly embarrassed. I needed this moment with him, but it couldn’t have come at a worse time.
Luca laughs and shakes his head, his eyes twinkling. He walks toward me with a look in his eyes that has my heart racing all over again, and I take a step back.
“Oh, she knows,” he says, his arm wrapping around my waist. “But we’re married, baby. It’s fine. Let’s go greet your grandma before I truly get thrown out of this house.” He kisses me, his touch lingering for a moment before he pulls back, his forehead pressed against mine. I want us to be like this all the time. I’m not sure what caused the recent distance between us, but I’ll do anything to erase it.
Chapter Forty-Five
Valentina
I sneak a look at Luca as Abuela tells him how naughty I was as a child, the feeling bittersweet.
“Look at this,” she says, showing him an old photo album. “She loved that doll so much that she’d cry if you tried to take it from her. I think she loved that doll more than she loved me.”
Abuela seems to be doing well, and I owe it all to him. He ensured that she has round the clock care, and he even had a team come in to assess whether anything in the house could be dangerous to her. It looks like they cleared out a lot and created a lot more space, without taking away anything Abuela loves. They ensured that her home remained comfortable and recognizable for her, and I couldn’t be more grateful for it.
“Val,” my mother murmurs as she sits down next to me on the sofa, her eyes on Luca. He’s lost in conversation with Abuela, treating her with endless patience and kindness. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I shouldn’t have worried. He’s treating my family the way he treats his own, and he doesn’t look uncomfortable at all. “Tell me,” Mom says, her voice soft. “Are you happy?”