I just had sex with Luciano, the realization flits through me.
And I don’t think I’ve ever felt so vulnerable.
He takes one look at me and then his eyes stay there, roaming my body, like there’s nowhere else to look.
My cheeks flush and I have to fight the urge to cover myself up. I’m usually okay with my curves, my extra weight in places, my scar. But, right now, I feel like that’s all I am. I don’t know why it feels hard to be so vulnerable in front of him, I’m just baring my imperfect body, not my imperfect soul. But maybe it’s because I know he has the power to hurt me.
Fuck. I can’t let him hurt me.
“You know I’ve dreamed of this,” he says to me, his voice low. He slowly walks over to me, and I’m staring at him, how perfect he is. He puts his hands on my face, holding me, eyes taking in my nose, my mouth. “I dreamed of this vision of you. But the dreams never compared.”
“I bet the dream didn’t have an ugly scar on her leg.”
“The dream did,” he says. He doesn’t even glance at it. “The dream did because the best dreams give you something real. You’re real, Ruby. And for tonight, you’re mine.”
He leans in and kisses me softly on the lips.
Then he grabs my hand and starts pulling me toward the bedroom.
“Come on. I’m not done with you yet.”
Eleven
Luciano
It’s hard to tell if I’m dreaming or not. If the woman in my arms is really here, or just a figment of my imagination. I’ve fantasized about Ruby so much, I don’t know what’s real and what’s not.
But she’s soft in my arms, softer than my imagination could ever conjure up. I’m spooning her from behind, my one arm dead asleep under her, while the other yearns to wake her up, wants to slide over her creamy white skin, slip down between her thighs. I know what she feels like when she comes on my fingers, when she comes on my cock. She surrenders herself completely, no pretenses, no persona. She’s herself fully, this beautiful exquisite soul.
And we don’t have much time left at all.
Urgency threads through me, coupled with panic.
We had hot, messy sex all through the night, with only a couple of hours of sleep. I’ve never fucked so much, surprising myself how fast I was up for the task again, like my cock was stuck on the on switch, unable to power down.
Even now, my dick is concrete between my legs, throbbing and begging to be inside her again. It knows, just as I do, that we don’t have any time.
Ruby flies out this afternoon.
Ruby is leaving.
All because of my brother.
Because he broke up with her and gave her a ticket to send her on her way, so he doesn’t have to deal with her or the guilt for what he’s done. Out of sight, out of mind. Hands clean.
I should feel guilt right now for fucking Marco’s girlfriend right after they broke up, but Ruby isn’t just some girlfriend of his. She’s so much more to me than he can ever imagine, someone who should have been with me from the beginning. Being with her like this, it only sealed it, it only proved that the two of us should have been together long ago.
But life doesn’t work like that.
And guilt doesn’t either.
Because even though she’s in my bed now, even though my cock is hot and throbbing, and I’m so insatiable I can hardly breathe, I know the guilt will come later. It will swallow me as I realize what I did.
What kind of person I am.
But right now, I only want to be the person I am with Ruby.
A version of myself who finally takes what he wants.
And god, do I ever want her.
Which means this version of myself is the kind to wake her up so he can make her come a million more times before she has to leave for good.
“Ruby,” I whisper into her ear. The corner of her mouth lifts in a soft smile and she lets out a quiet groan. She’s so ridiculously gorgeous that it makes my lungs seize. Her upper lip slightly fuller than her lower one, naturally dark pink against her milk-white skin. There are a few blemishes along her strong jawline and chin, her nose is wide, but her imperfections only make her perfect.
I place my lips on her shoulder, breathing in deeply, then adjust myself under the covers so that my cock is pressed against her supple ass, grinding against her.
Her eyes flutter open and she looks up at me.
“So I’m not dreaming of your cock,” she says, and fuck, her voice is just full of sex. Throaty, huskier than normal.
“Not anymore,” I murmur against her skin, placing another kiss in the crook of her neck while my hand skims over the dangerously smooth curves, the way her waist slopes in, the way her hips rise and rise. My hand reaches over and my fingers trail over her soft, delectable stomach before slipping between her legs. She’s already a bit wet, but by the time I’m done with her, she’ll be drenched.
“Oh,” she says, moaning, her legs parting slightly to give me better purchase. I gently rub at her clit, teasingly soft, enough so that she bucks her hips up against my hand, wanting more.
I’ll give her more.
I’ll give her all of me.
“Fuck,” she cries out. “Luciano…”
Oh god, my name.
The way she says my name.
I take my hand away, my fingers slick, and she whimpers, biting her lip, her face contorted by her incessant need. “Don’t stop, please.”
“I’m just getting started,” I say roughly before biting her neck lightly, sucking on her skin. My hand grabs my cock and moves it back and forth over the crease of her ass before sliding it inside her where she’s much wetter. I go
