Chapter 46

46

Jeanne

In one smooth move, he plants his monster dick inside of me, to the root. One second, I'm empty; the next, he's inside me, stretching me, filling me. He nails me with such force that my entire body jolts. He's so big, so massive, it feels like he's skewered me around his cock. I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. Try to draw in a breath, but my lungs burn. As do his eyes. His iridescent blue eyes glow back at me as he holds my gaze. I'm so full of him, so packed with his thickness, his presence, his dominance—which holds me in thrall—that I can't move. I dig my fingers into the counter and watch his nostrils flare. His shoulders flex, his biceps—each of which are about the size of my thigh—knot as he pulls out of me. He stays balanced, with his cock at the entrance to my slit, then inch-by-inch, he buries his cock inside me. So slowly that I can feel every single ridge, every pulse, every silken centimeter of that beautiful shaft as he impales me.

A groan slips from my lips. Flares of sensation zing up my spine. A melting sensation opens up deep inside of me, and my knees threaten to give out from under me. His hold on my hips tightens. His jaw hardens. He grits his teeth as he holds himself immobile and lets me sense each throb, each pulsating beat, each vibrating reverberation that grips his cock. His jaw tics, and a pulse hammers at his temple. He looks every bit the avenging, confident Capo that he is.

"Hold onto the counter," he growls.

"Wha-what?" I swallow.

"I'm going to fuck you now." Then he does just that. He pulls out, then lunges forward again and again. He sets a tempo that's so fast, so strong, so assured that it feels like we're locked in a dance. Each time he thrusts into me, my breasts jiggle. Each time he pulls out, I try to brace myself, but nothing prepares me for the onslaught of his girth. Each time he buries himself inside of me, I feel complete. When he retreats, my pussy clamps down on emptiness. My breasts swell and my nipples are so tight that pain radiates out from them. The tension in me builds and extends out, a shimmering sense of something building, snowballing, and multiplying, until it seems to encompass my entire body.

"Luca," I whine. "Please, please, please, Luca."

The heat from his body pours over me, cocoons me, and tightens around me until it feels like I'm wrapped up in his essence.

"Luca, please," I moan, not sure exactly what I'm asking for, only knowing he's the only one who can give me what I need. What I want right now, in this moment. Something that will take me over the edge and catapult me into a space where I don't have this knot of hunger tightening, heightening until I can't bear to be in this skin.

"Fuck." In the mirror, his shoulders seem to swell. The tendons of his throat are so rigid, they might snap at any time. "Your pussy is so tight, so hot, so wet. The way you milk my cock drives me out of my head."

I part my lips as he drills into me again. A squelching sound fills the space as his balls slap against my flesh.

"Hear that, baby? Hear how wet you are for me?" He releases my hip, only to slide his hand around to place it at the point where we're connected.

"Oh, god," I moan. "That… that's so hot."

He circles his fingers around his shaft as he fucks me. A shudder rips through me. My entire body jolts. He picks up his pace even more as he rams into me over and over again. Shards of pleasure perforate my blood and my pores pop. Every cell in my body expands, drunk with the rapture that lurches through me each time he crams that monster cock of his inside of me.

"I can't take this anymore. I can't." My eyelids flutter down as all of my senses hone in on that spot where we're connected, where he's pumping into me right now.

"Open your eyes." He lowers his voice to a hush and my nerve endings pop. Damnit, he's using the voice. THAT voice. The one that brooks no argument. Not that I'm going to even try.

I am gone. Mush. Liquefied into a puddle of lust and horny desire and unspeakable needs and the kinds of dreams that will probably never come true, because that's what this guy does to me.

I force my eyelids open, and his brilliant gaze instantly captures mine. He holds the connection, then he pulls out of me, before he drives forward into me again. He bends over, pushing his massive chest into my back, and his big body overwhelms me. The sweat that drips down his temple plops onto my shoulder.

I take in the contrast between our bodies. How his larger-than-life size dwarfs me, making me look like a doll… like his fuck doll. A toy with holes that he loves to use whenever he wants.

He lowers his cheek to mine, then growls, "Come."

I bend my spine, throw my head back, and the climax rips through me. I see stars at the edges of my vision. My knees buckle from under me, and I'm sure I'd collapse, except his grip on my hips tightens. He holds me and continues to fuck me through the aftershocks. In-out-in, until I sense his muscles grow rigid and his dick lengthen inside me, and with a muted roar, he pours himself inside of me and follows me over the edge.

When I come to, I'm in his arms and he's carrying me to his bed. He places me down, draws the covers over me, and slides in next to me. He turns me over, my back to his front, and curves me against him, with his large arm across my middle.

"You do remember I'm not on birth control, right?" I murmur.

He stills, then flattens his palm against my stomach.

"If you keep fucking me like this, it's going to lead to one inevitable conclusion," I warn him.

He stays quiet for a few seconds, then a puff of air raises the hair on the nape of my neck. "Good," he declares.

A hot thrill rolls under my skin. Whoa, whoa, hold on. I'm not really thinking about children and a picket fence and a future with this guy, am I? He's the Capo , a Mafia guy. He'll never settle for something that ordinary. And I need to stop where we're headed with this.

"We never spoke about the possibility of kids," I point out.

"What's there to speak about? When you get pregnant, we'll raise them together," he says in a light voice.

"You mean, while we're still in a fake relationship?" I scoff.

"Don't know about you, but from where I am, it seems we've consummated this marriage pretty well." He thrusts his already hard dick into the groove between my ass cheeks. I try to pull away, but he holds me in place. "Aww, come on, Angel, don't be upset about that. The tension between us was building; it was inevitable."

"Speak for yourself. That was a mistake."

"Was it?"

I nod. "I'm not going to let you fuck me again."

"You don't let me do anything."

"Oh?" His voice takes on that hard edge that sends a shiver of delight racing up my spine. My god, what is it about this man, that when he puts on his mean face, it turns me on?

"You mean to say, you're going to fuck me even if I say no?" I shoot him a sideways glance.

"Are you saying no?"

"I am…" I try to say the words but they seem stuck in my throat. "I am…" I bite the inside of my cheek. "I am not saying no," I finally whisper.

He searches my features then nods. "Turn on your front."

"What?"

"Turn on your front, baby." His voice is still hard but there's a note of something—tenderness, maybe?— laced through it.

He lifts his arm and I comply. I push my cheek into the pillow as he shoves the cover off of us. Cool air assails my skin. I shiver. I hunch my shoulders together; he places his palm on the small of my back. "Relax."

"But I need to get a tampon before I bleed all over your bed," I shoot back.

"I'll get it."

The bed dips and I hear him move away.

I turn my head and watch as he heads for the bathroom and returns with one.

"You bought tampons, for me?" I gape.

He raises a shoulder. "Thought it best to be prepared."

I reach for the tampon, but he holds it out of reach. "Not yet."

"But I need it, I can already feel the blood trickling out."

"I'll take care of it." He places the tampon on the nightstand, then grabs his phone. He plants one knee between my legs, urging me to part them, before he leans between my thighs.

"Wh-what's the phone for?"

"You'll see." He swipes the screen, presses a button, then places it on the nightstand, angling it so I can see the screen.

The sound of a woman's groan, then that familiar squelching sound of wet flesh meeting flesh fills the air. A second later, my face fills the screen.