Chapter 31

Polly

I ’d never been the type of girl to dream of a big white wedding. Never contemplated the style of my dress, or how I would wear my hair. The wedding night, sure, maybe that had crossed my mind a time or three. But the non-naked parts of the day? Not so much. Still, being left to celebrate alone sucked, marriage of convenience or not. And that’s all this is , I reminded myself. All that it was. Convenience. I was Luca’s wife to heal his reputation. He was my husband to give me my freedom. A temporary distraction.

“Don’t blur the lines, Polly.” I schooled myself again and again while padding through our suite that was like something from a movie. Views of the strip. A private butler. An empty bed the size of my apartment. Fuck. I flopped onto the plush mattress, letting the mass of silk or satin pillows I could never tell the difference between, bury my face and soak up my tears. I was surrounded by life’s true luxuries. Painfully bored. And lonely.

Maybe a bit homesick, too. Though criticism and rejection were a much more likely outcome of a call home, I desperately wanted to hear joy and pride in Mum’s voice when she learned of my marriage. Needing that felt kind of pathetic, especially after she’d said such atrocious things. But ultimately, I was a child craving her mother’s approval, and didn’t know how not to be.

For anything to heal between us, I would need to make the first move. A phone call would have been best, but after chewing my nails to the quick, I settled on a practice run with Holly.

“Now, while I’d never want to dismiss your pain, I do want to say this. Screw what Mum thinks, I can’t believe you got married without your sister!” Laughter bubbled free. I should have called her hours ago. “You’re the wife of a professional athlete who’s hung like a horse. Stop sooking, get off your ass and show me the ring … and the room … ooohhhh, and any naked pics he may have sent you.”

Once I’d talked Holly out of ditching her family and flying to Vegas, but before she could request more nudes of my husband, I hung up and refocused on mum. Holly had agreed a short and sharp text message was the way to go.

But what to say?

Hi Mum. Guess what? I, your wild daughter, Polly Hart, the girl you said no one would want, the poisoned apple so many had tasted and spat back out, got married.

Hmm. Perhaps slightly less sarcastic. As I lay on my stomach, neck cramping, fingers twitching, willing the perfect words to magically type themselves, my damn phone buzzed in my hand, causing me to jump in fright and roll off the bed.

Had Holly given mum my number? Begged her to contact me?

With trembling hands, I sat and stared at the back of the phone, ten minutes passing before I was able to look. “Just look at the damn thing.” I scolded, “you can do this, Polly.”

Cowboy: Babe, I’m on my way home. When I walk in those doors I want you in bed, on your stomach, naked.

Oh, you can definitely do this.

As requested, when Luca walked through those doors, his body still drenched in sweat from what must have been a punishing session, I was on our bed, on my stomach, naked …well, almost naked. A black, faux leather chemise and crotchless panties were as close as I could allow myself to go.

Dropping his bag to the floor the moment he stepped inside, he approached slowly, his blue eyes taking me in, his thumb brushing along his plump bottom lip. “That fucking ass is swallowing that pretty lace, Princess. But as glorious as your lingerie looks, it won’t do. My face is the only thing I wanted sliding between those cheeks.”

Ignoring the maddening ache between my legs, I replied without looking up from my phone. “What are you going to do about it?”

“What am I going to do about it?” he growled, kicking off his shoes one at a time. “I’m going to take a shower, then come back here and punish you.”

I wanted to beg him to do just that, to punish, spank and praise me. But fighting back was half the fun. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Want to make a bet?” Luca held my gaze as he stripped till all her wore was a layer of sweat and a filthy, dimpled smirk. “I mean it, Polly.” He scowled over his shoulder, disappearing into the bathroom. Naked.”

Was I face down on the bed like he commanded. Yes

Wetter than I’d ever been. Yes.

Naked? No.

Was he mad? Well, when he exited the bathroom and found me perched on the desk overlooking the strip, legs spread as wide as my smile, he did growl. And cuss. And shake his head in disapproval, but the way his chest heaved, his lips parted for his tongue to wet his lips, authoritarianism was a hard sell.

“I said to be on the bed, Polly. You need to remember who’s in charge here.” he grumbled, his voice so gravely, so deep it reverberated through my bones. “Here’s a hint, Princess. It ain’t you. “

Trying valiantly to regain the upper hand he dropped the low-slung towel from his waist and stalked towards me. Stomach muscles I ached to trace with my tongue rippled as I eyed every inch of his body, drinking in the hard lines, smooth skin. But it was the beautifully hard cock that slapped against his stomach on each step that left me throbbing and speechless.

“I decided the desk was more comfortable. Has a better view, too.”

Stilling, he ran his thumb across his bottom lip, then shook his head. “You did the wrong thing, Polly. Now shut the fuck up, get off the desk, and drop to those pretty little knees. It’s time to earn your husband’s forgiveness.”

Oh god . We both knew I’d come. That I would step toward him, my body quaking with want before yielding and kneeling at his feet. But what he didn’t expect was for me to slip my ass across the walnut finish till toes hit the carpet, drop and crawl to him on all fours.

“Fuck.” He groaned, taking a hold of his cock and stroking. “I could come just watching you. You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

By the time I was at his feet, staring up through my lashes, he was almost whining, his skin flushed, glowing like a fucking Christmas tree. “Look at my wife. A picture of innocence wagging that round-as-fuck ass, taunting my aching dick that’s desperate to fill that tight little hole.”

“Luca,” I moaned, falling onto my elbows, almost bowing before him. As he continued to stroke himself, I kissed the scars running the length of his foot and sucked his toes into my warm, wet mouth.

“That’s it.” He groaned, fighting hard to stay in control … to be the taskmaster I never knew I needed and desired. “Such a good fucking girl. Now, make me proud and swap that toe for my cock. Let me see those lips stretch to take all of me.”

I wanted nothing more than to make him proud, to earn his praise, so I sunk my nails into the firm golden flesh of his thighs and ran my tongue to his ankle, taking a small bite that had him wincing deliciously. “Yes, husband.” Muscles clenched and flinched beneath my fingers as a series of lingering kisses were pressed to the insides of each leg, my pace teasingly slow, the tension building between us was torture of the best kind.

“Haven’t got all day, Princess,” he grunted, fisting my hair and pulling me up till his hard, weeping cock was slapping against my cheek.

“But we’re married now, darling. Doesn’t that mean we have forever?” Before he could reply, my tongue darted out and licked the bead of precum coating his tip. “Is this what you want, husband? Is this how I can prove what a good little wife I am?”

“Fuck yes. Open wide, baby.” With that, he popped his thumb in my mouth, guiding his cock over my lips as his free hand fisted my hair, holding me in place as thrust his hips. I moaned around his velvety smooth, thick and long cock. My gag reflex kicked in almost immediately, but I swallowed it away and took him in as deep as I could. “Pol.” He whined, “You’re so perfect I could cry.”

Wrapping my fingers around his base, I nodded, hollowed out my cheeks and bobbed up and down while gliding my tongue along over the protruding underside vein. God, he tasted so good and smelled so fresh and clean and sexy. Every part of me but especially my pussy ached for his touch as he grunted the praise I craved. “

Oh, baby. Oh god. I’m going to come. Fuck. I need to be inside you.” His moans of pleasure became words of action. I grumbled when Luca pulled his cock from between my lips but delighted when he bent and picked me up off the floor. “I need to feel that pretty cunt wrap around me.” With as much care and love as one can be tossed with, he threw me face-first into the pile of pillows covering the bed. Over my shoulder, I watched him drop his knees to the mattress and crawl over my body, stopping when his bare, still-dripping-with-water chin aligned with mine. He slowed like he was going to lean down and kiss me, but instead, he wrapped his strong, calloused hands at the base of my neck and pressed my cheek into the mattress. I gasped, my desperate ass automatically popping up, just begging for him to rut between my cheeks. “Princess, I’m going to eat you out till you can take no more. I’m going to fuck your cunt till I can’t breathe. And then…”

“And then,” I whimpered, grinding back against him.

“Then, I’m going to do it all again.”