by Marian Tee
Laying the little girl down on her bed, she pressed a kiss on the forehead, murmuring, “Ti amo, principesa.”
Turning away, she could feel her eyes smarting again, and for no seeming reason at all this time.
Eula was precious to her as much as Luca was.
What would she do if Maria came to take both of them away?
Even by the time classes had ended, the thought continued to stalk her, and when she made it back home she had half-convinced herself that Luca was going to leave her for Maria.
Entering the bedroom she shared with the billionaire, the first thing she saw was her husband in the act of undressing himself.
Luca lifted a brow when he caught his wife gaping at him. “Why are you looking at me like I’m not supposed to be here?”
“Umm.” It was hard to be coherent with every inch of his pure, bronzed, muscular perfection completely bared to her eyes.
“I’m about to take a shower—-”
“Oh?” The sound came out strangled.
He crossed his arms over his chest, asking, “Do you want to join me?”
“Er.” She wished she could say something that could classify as an actual word but how could she when she had just noticed that her husband also happened to be fully aroused?
Even now the sight of it left her throat dry. It was just so impossibly large, so wonderfully thick—-
Seeing what his wife was staring at, Luca’s lips twitched, and he drawled, “You know you can do much more than stare, si?”
Sheer horror over being caught ogling finally made Vivian find her voice, and she choked out, ‘I d-don’t know what you’re talking—-ah!”
Luca had come to her side and hauled her up, placing Vivian over his shoulder caveman style.
“Oh my God, Luca!”
Her husband didn’t pay her any heed as he walked back to the direction of their bathroom.
“P-put me down!” But even so she couldn’t help laughing, couldn’t keep her heart from beating faster and faster.
This, she thought deliriously, this was the Luca Valencia that only she knew.
To the rest of the world, the Italian billionaire was infamous for being aloof and ruthless, with not a second to spare on anything outside business.
But for Vivian, he was the most imaginative and tender lover a woman could ever ask for...and she wanted that to be just her secret alone.
Was that so bad?
The billionaire turned the shower on, and hot water gushed down at both of them, making Vivian shriek as she found her clothes completely drenched in seconds. “Luca!”
Her husband let her back to her feet with a grin, saying mockingly, “Vivian!” And then he started unbuttoning her blouse.
“You’re crazy,” she half-gasped, half-giggled.
“And you still have too many clothes on.” His tone was impatient, but the gleam in his eyes was wicked and tender, and oh, how she melted at the sight of it. Soon, all her clothes had been kicked to the edge of the shower, leaving Vivian naked as he was.
“Aaaah!” Luca hauled her to him and whirled her around to have her back pressed against the wall. Jets of water continued to slosh down at them as Luca bent his head, and her breath caught as his fingers cupped one swollen breast.
“L-Lucaaaaa.” She moaned his name out loud as he took one nipple in, his fingers squeezing her breast hard. His other hand roamed down her body, teasing the already moist folds under the curls, and she moaned his name again.
Luca lifted his head, his blue eyes capturing hers. “I’ve been dreaming about this all day,” he groaned. “The whole time I was stuck in a boring meeting, I was thinking about how I’d make you scream as I did this—-” His head bent, his teeth clamping around her nipple. And then he was biting hard, and she let out a little scream, the intense mix of pain and pleasure making her body shudder hard against him.
“Vivi...” His breath tickled her ear, and she shuddered anew. “Fatti penetrare.”
Oh God.
His thick accent, combined with the sexy timber of his voice, and the meaning of those words—-
Let me inside you.
She would give him anything with the way he was talking, with the way he was looking at her, and she choked out, “Yes.”
At Vivian’s words, Luca spun her around, and this time she found herself facing the wall, arms and breasts flattened against the cold marble tiles. “Luca—-aaaaaah!” Her husband had suddenly thrust his length into her, and her eyes shut closed as she felt him filling her, inch by massive inch.
Oh God, she felt so stuffed...and it was so, so good.
When Luca pulled her closer to him, she found herself bent from the waist, her aching breasts swinging in the air while his erection slid deeper into her. The new position left her feeling more vulnerable and a thousand times more aroused.
But then Luca started to pound into her, his force and speed almost that of an animal, one that only sought to consume—-
Agonizing need rippled into her, and she lost all sense of self. From that moment, she existed for his pleasure, and words that he needed to hear were torn out of her.
“Piu duro,” Vivian whimpered. Harder.
With a groan, Luca slammed harder into her, his hands moving back to dig his fingers into the cheeks of her wiggling bottom.
Again and again, he hammered into her, and though it was perfect, she also knew there could be so much more, and so she begged him, “Piu veloce.”
It meant faster—-
And since her husband always gave her everything she wanted—-
Barely a second had passed when Luca’s hips were indeed pumping faster against hers, and this time, all she could do was gasp—-
Water beat down at them, accentuating the sound of their slapping bodies.
“Luca, Luca, Luca.” She could only sob his name out as his thrusts threatened to rip her apart in the most exquisite way—-
Vivian felt one of his hands going around her, and she moaned, “Noooo——” She just knew what he was planning would drive her out of her mind. “Luca, no, doooooon’t—-”
But it was too late, and his thumb had already found her clit, grinding it down, and oh, combined with the agonizing pleasure of his uncontrolled thrusts, there was just no stopping it.
Her orgasm took over, a spontaneous combustion that incinerated every cell in her body and leaving her with nothing to do but scream. She screamed and screamed, feeling like there was no end to her release, and just when the waves of pleasure started to fade, that was when Luca started driving into her, coming with a harsh growl even as his penetrating strokes went on and on and on.
His cum filled her, and all she could do was close her eyes and surrender, her body his to do with in any way he wanted. Seconds or minutes might have trickled by. She wasn’t really certain. Time had lost all its meaning, and all she could think about was Luca.
Luca.
Luca.
Luca.
Her eyes drifted open as she felt her husband pulling away, his erection making a popping sound as he withdrew from her.
“Vivi...” Pulling his wife up, the billionaire brushed his lips against hers, and when he lifted his head, he couldn’t prevent satisfaction from heating inside of him.
She looked like a woman who had been expertly made love with to the point of exhaustion.
He carried her to the whirlpool tub and joined her inside it as the water started to fill. Positioning her between his legs, he took one of the scrubs and began to soap her back.
“Mmmm.” Vivi practically hummed in contentment, and when he laughed at the sound, she twisted around to look at him over her shoulder, mumbling, “You’re spoiling me rotten.”
He bent close to nibble on her lip, murmuring, “Impossible.”
She quickly turned away at his answer, mortified at how easy it was for her husband to make her heart skip a beat.
Her bout of shyness was cute and sexy as hell, but for now Luca couldn't let it dist
ract him. "Cara." The softly murmured endearment had his wife turning to him, and as their gazes met, he said very casually, "Tell me about your day."
Chapter Four
“N-nothing special really happens.” Vivian’s voice became strained as her husband started caressing her breasts.
“How can that be,” Luca asked solemnly, “when you are hanging out with the cool kids now?”
“Shut up.” Vivian couldn’t help laughing. “Also, the way you say that makes them seem anything but cool—-” She ended up gasping the last word out as his hand left a soapy trail down her body before delving between her legs.
“Has Kay stopped pressuring you about clubbing?”
“Yep.”
A lie, the billionaire thought, but for now he let it be. “And her boyfriend Craig?”
She giggled. “You know it’s Donald Crane.”
“Mi dispiace.” And yet the billionaire sounded completely unapologetic. “But you know what I mean. Has he started treating his girlfriend any better?”
Vivian slowly shook her head. “Not really. I really think she deserves better...” Her voice trailed off as his fingers started to move.
“Go on.”
“Umm...” It was hard to recall what she was about to say with the way her husband’s fingers continued to do its magic and caused pleasure to tingle along her veins. “I w-wish I could tell her that, but I don’t think it’s my place—-” His fingers dipped a fraction into her, and she couldn’t help arching against Luca, shamelessly trying to get more of his fingers to slip inside her.
“And what about you, cara?” The billionaire’s voice possessed a grim edge, but Vivian failed to notice it. She was too busy lifting her hips up, hoping to entice him, but Luca’s fingers still remained evasive, and she bit back a moan.
“Do you not think you deserve better friends?”
This time, the serious note in her husband’s voice didn’t escape her notice, and she stilled. “Luca?” She turned around to face him, confused and concerned. Yes, Kay and Donald were rather wild in their ways, but she was older than the two. She wouldn’t let them influence her to do anything. Surely he knew that?
The billionaire looked straight into her eyes, saying softly, “Just because they befriended you first does not mean they are nice people, cara.”
“Luca!”
Seeing her distress, he placed a soft, soothing kiss on her lips, murmuring, “Mi dispiace. I did not mean to upset you. I am only concerned because you still insist on seeing the world with rose colored glasses.”
“That’s h-how it’s supposed to be—-” But her words were weak as Luca began to suck on her neck.
“They take advantage of you, and we know that,” the billionaire murmured against her skin.
“They’re young—-”
The billionaire lifted his head, saying succinctly, “Kay Norton has been using your name all over the city—-”
“I don’t mind—-”
“And what about the way she keeps saying she’ll make you feel younger if you hang out with her—-”
“I will never ever let you read my texts again,” she groaned.
Her husband only smiled. “Even if you don’t, do you think that will keep me from knowing everything about you?” He bit her ear almost as if punishing her for even considering such a thing, and she shuddered against him.
“I only have to look at your face, and I already know what you’re thinking, how you’re feeling.” He licked her ear, and she strained against him. “And when you tell me about your day, I can read between the lines. Which is why when you talk about Kay, I already know she’s a shallow, social-climbing—-”
“Luca, shush!”
“And when you talk about her boyfriend, I also know he’s been hitting on you, and you’re too nice to tell him off.”
Vivian stilled. How had he known about Donald? She had been so careful not to utter a word about her concerns, and yet he had still known. “Are you mad?” she whispered.
“No.” He was swift to reassure her, not wanting his wife to think he suspected her of anything. “I love you, I trust you, but I also know you. All I want is that you try to be more careful around him. That’s all...mi prometti?”
Vivian nodded jerkily. “I promise.”
“Then this is the last time we will speak about that person whose name I no longer remember.”
A laugh escaped her at the billionaire’s mocking words, but the sound quickly turned into a whimper when he hauled her hard towards him, and the heated contact had her forgetting all thoughts about that boy whose name she couldn’t remember either.
Luca placed the scrub in her hands. “Your turn, mia moglie.”
“L-like this?” she gasped.
Her husband smiled lazily. “I prefer watching you serve me.”
She made a face at his choice of words, knowing he had done so because he was aware of how she loved it when he went all alpha on her. Vivian’s fingers shook as she started to scrub him, and when his eyes lingered on her swaying breasts, she could feel her body turning pink all over. “Stop staring,” she begged.
“Never.”
And so she was forced to scrub him while his eyes roamed all over her body. When it was time to scrub his back, she asked him to turn around, but he pulled her closer instead, forcing Vivian to straddle him.
“You can reach my back this way, si?”
Vivian sputtered. “But—-”
“Is this better?” Luca asked politely as he pulled her even closer.
Her breasts were now flat against his chest, and her nipples puckered into life.
A moan escaped her, and Luca released a low, sexy chuckle.
“Does this arouse you?” he purred.
“M-meanie!” But oh, how her breasts ached so hard now.
“Shall I enter you again, cara?”
Her eyes flew wide open. “L-Luca?” But his fully aroused length had already started to slip into her folds, and she moaned. “Oh God, Luca.”
“We’ll take it easy,” he promised raggedly, driving into her slowly and gently, allowing her body to gradually adjust and her heartbeat to regulate.
After a few minutes, she was even able to start scrubbing his back again, and she did so diligently as soon as she realized that every move she made would cause her body to rock against his in the most delicious way.
“You’re getting good at this, mia moglie,” Luca groaned.
“Mmm.” Her vocabulary had once again been reduced into one-syllable expressions, her mind completely consumed by the pleasure of his languid strokes.
When they finally climaxed together, it was a sweet steady sensation that had her inner muscles tightening around him while Luca threatened to crush her ribs with his embrace.
Back in their bedroom, the billionaire pulled his wife close, her back against his chest.
“Luca?”
His wife’s tone was sleepy, worried, and hesitant at the same time, and the billionaire frowned, his arm tightening around her waist. “Mm?”
“Maria was at Eula’s school yesterday...wasn’t she?”
Ah. He had wondered when she would find out and if she would bring it up with him. “Yes,” he said after a beat. “She was.” When she didn’t say anything else, he said finally, “I didn’t consider it important.”
Vivian didn’t know what to say. His ex-wife from Italy had suddenly shown up out of the blue, and he didn’t think it was important?
Unable to help it, she heard herself ask, “Did you guys have fun with Maria?”
“If you’re asking what I think you’re asking,” Luca drawled from behind her, “then I might strangle you.”
“I d-don’t know what you mean.” She made her tone sound brisk, adding, “And honestly, I think it’s great.”
“Maria showing up is great?” Disbelief colored her husband’s tone.
“Yup. It’s also great timing, especially since I’ll be busier with school.” Every word was a lie, but
she just couldn’t stop herself, and when she felt Luca go still at her words, her heart thumped painfully hard.
“Exactly how busy?” Luca asked finally.
“I won’t be able to go to Italy with you tomorrow.” She held her breath as soon as the words slipped past her lips, knowing that Luca had every right to be angry. The trip to Tuscany had been planned ages ago, as soon as they had learned of Eula’s special one-week holiday from school.
When Luca remained silent, she started to babble. “The a-amount of homework they give to college students these days is insane, and I just didn’t expect it to be so hard.”
“I see.”
“I don’t want to bail on you, but since you’re all so happy getting along with Maria—-” She paused, hoping Luca would deny this.
But he didn’t.
“I think your trip to Italy should be a good way for you guys to bond more,” she finished tremulously.
They gazed into each other, and Vivian bit her lip, wishing she had the courage to tell him things like she was jealous, she was insecure, she didn’t want him and Eula to be too happy with Maria—-
Vivian chewed hard on her bottom lip. Stop it, Vivian. Luca didn’t deserve to have his wife act so paranoid.
Luca suddenly lifted himself on his elbow to switch the bedside lamps on, and Vivian shielded her gaze, squinting at the sudden brightness.
When she lowered her hands, she found Luca gazing at her thoughtfully.
“Are you certain you’re not coming with us tomorrow, cara?”
She forced herself to nod, praying that he would try to change her mind.
But instead, her husband only murmured, “It’s regretful that you will not be able to join Eula and me in Italy.”
Vivian paled. Did that mean—-
“We will miss you, but I’ll make sure she understands it can’t be helped.”
—-he wasn’t going to insist she change her mind?
Fudge. Fudge, oh, fudge.
Why had she let pride get the better of her?
“I can reschedule,” she stammered. “I mean, it’s just the start of the semester so I can afford to—-”
Luca stopped her words with a sweet, brief kiss on the lips. “There is no need for you to miss any of your classes,” he soothed.
