Page 52 of The Hidden Heir

“No, we need to discuss your safety.”

I scowl. “You’re not keeping me locked up in here, Luca. I’m done with that.”

He grabs me by the neck, taking my breath away as he pulls me into a violent, ravenous kiss. His lips crush mine, his tongue eager to invade, to conquer, to melt my defenses until nothing is left. I moan harshly against his mouth, and he pulls back for a moment to peer deeply into my eyes.

“We also need to talk about your penchant for disobedience.”

I understand what’s happening now. Part of me loathes it, but the weaker part of me craves it. Submission will be my undoing, and Luca seems more than happy to push me into it.

“You can’t expect me to mindlessly obey you,” I whisper.

His grip tightens, igniting an all-consuming fire within my core, while his other hand works its way up my body, following the curve of my hip, the subtle dip of my waist, and then greedily cups my breast. I feel his touch through the layer of lace and cotton, his fingers digging, as he squeezes and torments me.

“You will give me what I want, because you want it, too.”

Damn it, he’s right.

“Oh, God,” I gasp when he yanks at my shirt and the buttons fly off.

He does the same to my bra, pulling it down until my breast spills over. With his hand still around the back of my neck, he keeps me upright as he bends to wrap his lips around my nipple. I whimper in his merciless hold as his tongue circles, his teeth nibbling until the most delicious sting spreads through my ribcage.

“Turn around,” he commands me.

I am eager to pay the price for my disobedience if this is the cost. With a shaky breath, I turn around, and he comes closer. His hand moves downward until it slips under my skirt and between my legs.

He finds me hot and wet and ready for him.

A low growl escapes his throat. “I knew it. You love to play with fire, Valentina,” he whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

“Are you going to burn me?” I whisper.

His cock jumps, wedged between my buttocks. We still have our clothes mostly on, but that changes in a matter of seconds as Luca loses control and strips us both down with sudden, rushed movements. Before I blink again, he brings my hands behind my back and uses his tie to bind them while I wait breathlessly.

The cool air and the arousal keep my nipples tight and firm.

Liquid desire trickles along my inner thighs.

And Luca, naked and hung like a king, moves around me, watching, admiring, deciding my fate, while I long to feel his lips on mine, to feel him splitting me in half over and over until I stop breathing.

“On your knees,” he says.

A devilish grin slits my face as I drop before him. His monstrous cock is at eye level now, and the hunger is impossible to deny. Without hesitation, I part my lips to receive him.

He slides down my throat until tears spring to my eyes.

“Fuck,” he hisses, holding my head in place. “What a good girl you become when I strip you down and have you on your knees.”

I can’t speak. I’m too busy delighting in the taste of him, sucking my husband’s cock until the vein that runs along his thick shaft presses against my tongue in rapid pulsations. The blood rushes to my head.

He caresses my cheek and runs his fingers through my hair. Then he grabs a handful, grunting as he pulls me back up.

“Enough,” Luca says. “Now…” He pauses to kiss me, then turns me around and bends me over. “Tell me, Valentina…”

“Oh, GOD!” I cry out when he spears me with his full length.

One hand is hooked through the tie around my wrists. The other smacks my ass as he starts pounding into me with all his fury, all his desire, all his longing—the turbulence makes my breasts jiggle and my knees melt. The sensation quickly becomes overwhelming, the pressure building up in my lower belly.

“Tell me, do you deserve this?” he asks, his voice raspy, his cock filling and stretching me mercilessly.