Page 63 of My Sunfall

I glare up at him, refusing to give him the satisfaction. “In your dreams.”

He chuckles again, and I can feel his pulse slamming into me where his chest is pressing against mine. For a moment, neither of us moves. The silence is only interrupted by our ragged breathing. Then his gaze snaps to my lips. The mood shifts, the air becomes electric, and goosebumps explode over my skin.

He leans in. “Tell me to stop,” he murmurs against my mouth, voice rough.

I don’t. Instead, I lift my chin in an angry challenge and narrow my eyes, daring him.

That’s all it takes. He slams his mouth over mine, and kisses me hard, all his restraint finally snapping.

My wrists are still pinned, my body captured beneath his. I am helplessly trapped under him, and the realization sends a shiver straight down to my pussy. I kiss him back furiously, refusing to submit. Refusing to admit that my fury is melting into scorching heat. His tongue strokes against mine in a deep and possessive kiss. Lust is pooling low in my belly, and I can’t fight my moan from slipping into his mouth. He chuckles low and leans back with a victorious smirk.

“Now I’m collecting my prize.”

“P-prize?” My mind is too confused to remember. But then the memory crashes back.

Too late. He is already pulling my shorts and panties down my legs, discarding them in one swift motion. Then his mouth is on mine again and my last sane thought flies out the window. When he trails his lips over my jaw and down my throat to my collarbone, I am already too far gone to resist the overpowering wave of pleasure pulling me under.

Suddenly he grabs my upper arms and spins us around. He is now lying under me and hoists me up over him so that I am on my knees, my pussy hovering over his face. I look down into his eyes and our gazes lock for a beat. Then realization hits and I gasp, trying to twist away. But he grabs my hips, fast as lightning, locking me in place to keep me right where he wants me.

“Fuck my face, cara mia,” he demands, voice rough and gaze scalding.

“Lucas,” I start to protest. “I—”

I let out a hoarse cry when he suddenly leans up and sucks my inner lips and clit into his mouth. I’ve never been in this position before and it feels depraved to be displayed this way. But I don’t have time to ponder, Lucas starts to eat me out like a starved man, eyes trained on my face and hands gripping my hips, pulling me down onto his face. He is pushing me so fast and mercilessly toward blinding pleasure, that all I can do is surrender to him. His mouth and tongue are merciless as he devours me, the sensation overpowering and all-consuming.

“Oh god, Lucas—” I throw my head back with my eyes closed, my hoarse moans echoing loudly in the room. His guttural growls vibrate through my body, coiling my clenched muscles even tighter. His grasp on my hips is absolute, his fingers digging into my skin hard enough to bruise. He is now sucking on my clit, his tongue darting in and out of me in a rhythm that keeps propelling me into an agonizing spiral of pleasure.

The pressure is building faster and faster. I arch back, resting my hands on his torso behind me and grind myself against his face, drowned by waves of pleasure. My hoarse cries resound in the expanse of the gym as he picks up speed. Until I shatter with a loud cry. I come so hard that light sparks behind my closed eyelids, blinding and disorientating. My orgasm goes on and on, devastating, and so intense I am going to faint.

When he stops at last, I am so weak that he has to lift me up and support me to keep me from collapsing over him. I breathe hard, pulse erratic and gaze unfocused.

Lucas hoists me up and sits, kissing me tenderly as he gathers me into his arms. Then he stands, carrying me as if I weigh nothing. My mind is too fuzzy to register where he is carrying me, but when my consciousness returns, I register that he has taken me to the shower stall in his suite. He turns on the water and carries me under the spray. Then he puts me down and turns me around, nuzzling my neck from behind, hands encircling my waist to bend me over.

“Hands on the wall,” he orders in a rough voice. “And don’t move.”

He positions himself behind me and grabs my hips. Then he slams inside me in one hard thrust. I cry out from the sensation of him filling me so perfectly and I surrender again, letting a new wave of intense pleasure sweep me off my feet.

Chapter Forty-Three

Chiara

Fury is washing over me like a tidal wave. That overbearing jerk!

I am fuming as my disbelieving gaze is locked at the door Lucas just disappeared through.

My mind is reeling from his off-handed reply when I informed him that I was going out today.

”It’s not safe outside, you’re not leaving here. Period.”

I slam my mug on the kitchen counter. We’ll see, I seethe. He has locked me up here since he carried me inside the day of our sham-wedding, and it’s clear he thinks he has ownership over me that gives him the right to order me around. I trudge upstairs to get dressed then go down to the garage. Roberto is there, polishing a car with a cloth.

“Hello, Roberto.” I move closer, smiling with fake confidence. “Could you let me take one of the cars? There’s somewhere I need to go.”

He frowns. “You’re not allowed to go out alone, Mrs. Romano.”

Allowed. My fury is boiling over, and I barely manage to hide it under a blinding smile. “Um, right. Could you take me then?”

He hesitates for a beat.