A gun.
I wasn’t sure what I was feeling, but the significance of what he just did was huge. He didn’t try to be discrete about who he was. He didn’t try to hide behind an illusion. I told him I only wanted him, but he was showing me exactly who he was.
I had a real decision to make.
Out of the lust-filled haze. No longer distracted by his touch. I had to decide without hormones clouding my judgement.
Luca stepped forward until I was trapped again. With his penetrating gaze, he asked, “Are you still going to let me inside that pussy, Remy?”
My body shivered.
His hand came up, and he caressed my jaw as his thumb found its way in between my lips. “It’s already too late, you know,” he said, his deep voice dancing across my skin. “You already said it was mine.”
My mind raced with the implications, and I realized I needed the words just like he did. There couldn’t be any misunderstanding about this. Luca needed my absolute consent and I needed his clear expectations.
“And what does it mean to be yours?” I asked eager for the answer, but slightly afraid of it too.
“It means that everything I am, and everything I have, is yours,” he answered truthfully, the uncomplicated words complicating everything.
“That’s too much of a lot to hand over to just one person,” I replied, hoping he understood that I didn’t want that kind of privilege. A person had to be out of their minds to want that kind of responsibility, and I was only slightly out of my mind.
Luca bent his head and pressed his lips to mine. It was as if, the more I told him I didn’t want everything he was, the more determined he was to have me. With every push, there he was, pulling at the things deep inside of me.
“It might be,” he agreed as he pulled back to look down at me. “But it’s yours, Remy, nonetheless.”
“I’m scared,” I whispered.
The grin on his face was what evil probably looked like in the flesh. “You should be,” he replied right before he slammed his mouth on mine, the decision between us already made.
My arms up, my hand around his neck, I kissed him back. I surrendered and pretended I would have the opportunity to re-think things later. I convinced my common sense that we had a choice. That this wasn’t a permanent decision.
I could feel the growl low in Luca’s throat as he grabbed my hips. My legs came up to wrap around his waist, my skirt riding high. I felt the edge of the second-hand kitchen table hit my ass and Luca’s hands immediately grabbed the sides of my panties and slid them down. One large hand pressed firmly on my chest until I was sprawled across the table.
I could feel the threat of embarrassment as Luca broke eye contact and lowered his eyes to take in his unobstructed view of my spread legs. I was fully dressed except for my lack of underwear. There was something sinfully erotic and dirty about that. Even more so when Luca mumbled a heated curse and started tearing open his belt and unbuttoning his pants. His suit jacket was still on, and I knew this was going to be quick and dirty. A desperate fuck where we couldn’t even be bothered to remove our clothes. And I could feel myself dripping with the idea.
“Luca…” His name sounded like a plea, and that’s probably because it was. I wanted this man owning me. And when he freed himself and I saw what he was capable of, I begged, “Please…”
His voice was tight as he said, “I want to taste you first.”
Later.
That was my first thought. I wanted Luca inside me. I didn’t need foreplay. I was wet enough for whatever he could deliver. “You can taste me later,” I whimpered. “I want you.”
His eyes met mine, and his face was confidence and cockiness in the flesh. “Doubtful,” he smirked as one hand wrapped around my thigh and the other was wrapped around the base of his cock. “I’m not a fan of tasting my own cum, so looks like we’ll be showering after this because I’m fucking you raw, baby.” And before I could voice my permission for such an intimate act, Luca shoved his cock inside me and I all ability to speak vanished.
My body bowed and my hands flew behind me to grip the edge of the table in a poor attempt to hold on to the pain and pleasure threatening to tear me apart. It’s been ages since I’ve had sex, but I knew that wouldn’t matter with the size Luca had forced inside my unrelenting body.
He had his hands wrapped around the top of my thighs, and he used the hold he had on me to keep me from moving up with the force of his thrusts. My head was whipping back and forth, and I was moaning like a whore as Luca slammed into me repeatedly, stretching me beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before.
He was also doing it all without protection, but I couldn’t find it in me to care right now. It was irresponsible and dangerous, but I didn’t care. The pleasure felt like it was worth anything I might have to endure afterwards.
I looked at him and the picture we painted was obscene. Fully clothed, the man was thrusting into my body and his eyes were trapped in the voyeurism of watching his cock splitting my pussy open. Luca was watching my body taking him in and it felt decadent.
He must have felt me watching him watching us because his eye suddenly lifted, trapping mine. His black eyes danced with fire and it