Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Keira Kelly

T his could go one of two ways. I could pretend to be scared of Luka Vitali, or I could see where this is going, like I want to. I know this is bad, how could it not be? While Daddy and the Vitali’s aren’t declared sworn enemies, it’s implied. No one likes Daddy. He’s the worst. I know it. Mama knows it, but we love him anyway, as much as anyone can love him. He’s a bad man. I shouldn’t want Luka as much as I do, but I can’t explain it. The moment I saw him, even from my place on stage, I wanted him; no, I needed him. He made me mess up and no one makes me mess up.

“Is that so?” I ask. I can’t believe that I’m still standing here half-naked. I’ve never been this bold or this naked in front of a man. He walks closer to me, and I stand my ground. There’s a knock on my door when he’s standing close enough to breathe on me. “I’m all good, Alberta, thank you.”

“You sure, Miss Kelly,” my heavily accented Russian costumer asks through the door.

“I’m sure. See if Krista needs you,” I say. I listen as her heels click down the hallway. The only other sound I hear is the sound of my ragged breathing .

I’m not at all prepared for him to touch me, but when the back of his hand caresses my cheek, I shiver. My carefully crafted aura of I know what the hell I’m doing shatters. The back of his fingers drag over my bottom lip, and my hands reach for his waist, pulling him closer to me.

Am I really doing this? When his lips land on mine, I moan. Yes, I really, really am. I finish unhooking the costume, a very large dress I have on and let it pool at my feet. Then I’m bared to him. I don’t know when I decided to give myself to him right now, but I am, that is, if he wants me. His eyes widen as they travel down my body. It’s clear to me that he likes what he sees. The growl that comes from him makes me wet. For a split second, I think I shouldn’t be doing this, but that quickly leaves my mind when he kisses me again.

He silently presses me against the wall. He kisses me again, then suddenly stops. He kneels down in front of me and parts my thighs. He stares at my pussy before breathing in my scent.

“Are you sure you want to do this? You don’t really know me,” he warns.

“I know. I want you,” I reply. I’m doing what I want when I want, consequences be damned.

He lifts one of my legs up and places it on his shoulder without another word. He kisses my knee, but before I can say anything else, he licks my clit and then sucks on it hard enough to make me moan.

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs before doing it over and over. Slumping back against the wall, I let him do whatever he wants to me. His fingers grip my thighs, and I just know they are going to bruise. My fingers grip his hair as I feel my orgasm rising.

“Luka!” I shout as I come. He moves up my body and kisses me. He stops briefly to take his clothes off. My eyes zero in on his chest and the tattoos that cover My mouth drops open when I see just how big his cock is. He’s going to tear me in two, but what a fucking way to go. He lifts me up, and instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist. We are moving quickly, but I just want more from him, so I grind my pussy on his abs. He places the tip of his cock at my opening and pauses. Leaning down, he sucks on my nipples before kissing me again. All of my senses are on overload. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Keira. I’ve never been so overcome before. I swear to God, you’ve bewitched me.” All I can do is moan as he dips into me and then pulls back out. “You’re so tight, so wet.”

Then he drives into me, breaking through my virginity. I scream, not so much in pain but in shock. I look up at him; his mouth is thin, and his eyes are wide. “Move,” I whimper, but he doesn’t. Why isn’t he moving? Is he going to stop? I try to move, but he stops me with his hands on my hips. I’m dying inside.

“Fuck, Keira. I didn’t know. I shouldn’t have been so rough.” He looks upset, as if he’s done something wrong, but I wouldn’t have let it happen if I didn't want this.

“You couldn’t have known,” I murmur, brushing his dark wavy hair out of his eyes. He looks me in the eyes and then grins at me. I bite my bottom lip because that grin does things to me.

“You’re mine now,” he growls, making my pussy clenches involuntarily. “You like the thought of being mine, don’t you?” He starts thrusting into me wildly before slowing back down and pulling me off of his cock. “You want me to own you?” Thrust . “You want me to breed you?” Thrust . “You’re a bad girl, Keira. You want me to fill this little pussy so full of my seed it has no fucking choice but to find your womb and take root?” Thrust . Thrust . Thrust .

“Oh, God.”

“God can’t help you right now. It’s just me and you. Answer my questions.” Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

“Or what? You’ll stop?”

“No. I’ll keep going. I’ll keep going until you don’t know where I end, and you begin.” Does he think that’s a punishment? My pussy clenches at the thought. Suddenly, I imagine us old and grey, rocking on the porch. I can also see myself as the mother of his children. How the fuck can I think these wild thoughts about a man I didn’t even know twenty minutes ago? He jars me back to reality when he licks, yes licks, my face before kissing me. “Answer me.”

“Yes. I want all that. I want everything you can give me.”

“That’s fucking good, vita mia . I’m going to burn the world down for you; you know that don’t you?” he asks, leaning down closer to my ear. His breathing is harsh and ragged, just as mine is. I moan, my lips finding his neck. I suck on his skin, tasting him.