Chapter 30

CHAPTERTHIRTY

IT WAS AMAZING the things you could block out when there was a hot body ready to ride you. But as Luca stared through the glass to the room he’d spent hours locked in and terrified, he somehow managed to push that feeling aside and focus on the fact that Dom had spent hours in here, behind this wall, watching him—and that was so damn hot. The idea that this man who had sworn up and down how much he hated Luca, how much he loathed his very existence, hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off him.

It was fucked up for sure, this carnal attraction between them, but there was no denying it. Especially as Dom nudged at Luca’s entrance with that monstrous dick.

Thank God for vodka,Luca thought as he braced himself against the glass. He’d never been so horny in his life, but on the flip side, he’d never taken a man so well endowed, either. Dom’s cock was almost as terrifying as the man himself. When he’d rolled that condom on, Luca’s knees had almost buckled at the length and width of the thing. Judging by the tension crackling in the air, he wasn’t sure he’d make it out of this encounter alive.

Well, this wouldn’t be the worst way to go, if I had to choose.

Dom dug his fingers into Luca’s shoulder and spread his ass cheeks apart, then, in a voice that would forever haunt Luca’s dreams, he said, “Remember, you asked for this.”

The power behind his first thrust was strong enough to have Luca’s feet faltering, as the burning pain of being stretched so wide and fast shot through him. His hands, however, kept him steady enough not to face-plant into the glass, as Dom drove in his entire length in one move.

A long, tortuous groan filled the air as Dom stilled, his fingers flexing where they dug into Luca’s shoulders and hip. Luca’s ass throbbed around the monstrous invader, and his eyes watered from the burn.

Jesus fucking Christ. He’d known it wasn’t going to be easy, but he hadn’t been quite prepared for just how huge Dom really was.

Luca curled his toes into the floor as he waited for the stinging to subside. Then the fingers at his hips loosened and Dom’s large palm smoothed over his ass.

The subtle shift in temperament, the moment of gentleness, made Luca relax, and when those fingers stroked down his spread crack, he shuddered and his dick jerked. His breathing was more even now, that pain from seconds ago dissipating as Dom stood motionless and allowed Luca’s body a moment to adjust.

This was the first sign of kindness Dom had ever shown him, and as that thought swirled through his alcohol-impaired mind, Luca’s ass clenched in response.

A growl filled the air, and Luca felt Dom shift forward and place his lips by his ear.

“Your ass has a death grip on my dick, Luca. You gotta let me get out so I can get back in.”

Dom straightened up and slowly began to pull himself free, but before he was fully out, he reversed course and plowed right back in.

The pain this time around wasn’t half as bad as Luca’s body engulfed Dom’s length in one swallow. It was ready and waiting, and something about the brutal way Dom was taking him made Luca’s erection get even harder. There was passion behind each of those violent thrusts, an uncontrolled lust that he had caused, and the idea that he could affect this man who was so good at turning off every ounce of emotion made Luca hot as fuck.

Luca’s fingers turned white as they pressed against the glass, and when Dom pulled out of him this time—all the way—he whimpered from the loss.

A corrupt chuckle met his ear as Dom drew his fingers down Luca’s spine to his ass. “When I watched you change in here the other night, I wondered how this tight ass of yours would take me,” he said as he pressed and stretched Luca’s used hole open with his index finger.

Luca gasped as his ass clamped around the digit, and then he felt a second slip inside. “Please…”

“Please what? Fill you? Fuck you? Hurt you?” Dom’s teeth scraped across Luca’s shoulder as he shoved all four of his fingers in deep. “I can’t decide what you get off more to, and you think I’m sick.”

They were both sick, as far as Luca was concerned, but with his cock leaking all over the floor and Dom’s hand practically inside him, Luca was learning things about himself too.

“You’re a size whore, Luca. Which just so happens to work out perfect for me.”

A size what? Luca had no idea what the hell Dom was talking about, but when the fingers inside him twisted and grazed his prostate, he cried out and punched his hips forward, as though there was something he could actually fuck.

“I need to come,” he said as his cock and balls throbbed between his legs.

“You’ll come when I fucking let you,” Dom said as he pulled his fingers free. Then he lined his dick up and drilled back inside. “And I guarantee it won’t be before me.”

Luca slammed his eyes shut as his body once again welcomed Dom’s. He was so damn hard he could drill through fucking concrete. Then Dom tugged and pulled on him roughly as his pelvis slammed up against Luca’s ass on every hip-thrusting move.

It was a mix between heaven and hell, the exquisite torment Dom was inflicting on Luca. Not only the physical, but the mental mind fuck Dom was taking him on was revealing a side to himself that Luca hadn’t known existed.

How was it possible that the one who had threatened and hurt him at every turn, degraded him and humiliated him, was now causing him such intense pleasure? He had no idea. Dom had accused him of being sick, and as Luca cried out for “More. More. More,” he knew Dom was right.

He was fucked up beyond all recognition. The diligent medical student from Yale was nowhere to be found in this room. He wasn’t the one with his hands braced on the glass. He wasn’t the one with his body being railed by a madman. And he certainly wasn’t the one now reveling in the fact that he was going to feel and see Dom’s mark on him for days.

God, what the hell is the matter with me?

Not what, who. Dom.He’d pushed himself into every part of Luca’s life, and now here he was pushing into Luca’s mind and body, and Luca couldn’t get enough of it.

“Goddamn it,” Dom said, the hand around Luca more frantic now, the pace more frenzied. “Why you?”

Luca knew the question wasn’t meant for him, not really. It was more a curse on the universe in general, and he got it—he didn’t want to feel this way either. The sentiment behind it sent a jolt of satisfaction down his spine to his balls, and when Dom bit into his shoulder, Luca’s climax threatened.

“Oh God,” Luca cried out, his ass all but strangling Dom’s dick as his body tensed. He bit back the urge to come all over the wall in front of him, and the teeth in his shoulder released. Then Dom licked over what was definitely going to be some kind of mark, making Luca groan.

Dom moved in and out at a desperate pace, and just when Luca thought he would lose his damn mind, a ragged shout ripped out of Dom and echoed around the bedroom.

Dom pulled out of him and rolled the condom free, then—

“Fuuuck.”

—came all over him.

The hot, sticky fluid splashed up Luca’s back and across his well-used ass, then began to drip down his spine. Dom began to rub it in, the fingers still wrapped around Luca’s erection working, and Luca began to shake.

“Mine,” Dom muttered to himself, and Luca’s cock jerked. “Mine to do what the fuck I want with.”

The words weren’t meant for Luca. They weren’t even nice. They most certainly shouldn’t have been the thing that finally triggered his release. But hearing Dom claim him after such a ruthless coupling had Luca’s orgasm slamming into him like a sledgehammer. His release was a physical and emotional encounter unlike anything he’d ever experienced before, spraying from his body in a torrent of pent-up arousal.

Before he had time to think about what would happen next, Dom hauled him away from the glass and spun him around, then backed him up until his cum-covered ass and back hit the wet wall, and Dom crushed their mouths together.

It was the first time Luca had had Dom’s naked front against his, and as that strong, volatile body held his in place, Dom shoved inside Luca’s mouth as though he were angry over everything they’d just done. Or maybe he was just angry he wanted to do it again. Judging by his hardening dick, he certainly wanted that, but then he wrenched his mouth free and took a step back.

His fierce eyes were full of possessive ownership, and under any other circumstance, that look would’ve thrilled and excited Luca. But with Dom, ownership meant he could either keep or destroy you—and according to Dom, there was only one outcome possible when it came to Luca.

His body felt used and abused in the best way possible, and he had no doubt he looked a well-fucked mess. But Luca didn’t dare move a muscle until he knew which way Dom wanted this to play out.

Dom licked at his swollen lips, his gaze roving down over Luca, but just as he was about to speak, a phone began to sound in the otherwise silent room. Like he’d just seen a ghost, Dom paled, the flush from his arousal and exertions replaced by a greyish hue, as he snatched up his pants and pulled his phone out.

Luca swallowed, but remained where he was, as Dom looked at the phone and let out a string of curses. Then he bent down picked up Luca’s jeans and tossed them over.

“Get dressed.”

Luca caught the jeans and stared at Dom. Get dressed? He was covered in—

“Now,” Dom barked, and began to march around the room, picking up the rest of the clothes and tossing them at Luca.

He had no idea who was at the other end of that phone, but Dom was in a panic, so Luca wasn’t about to stop and ask questions.

Well, not until he had his pants on, at least.