“I’m very happy. Luca’s treating me very well.”
“Good. I can go away a happy woman then. Take care now, and I’ll be in touch.”
“Okay, Trudy. Love you.”
“Love you, too, sweetheart. You know you’re like the daughter I never had.”
She ended the call just as a single tear slipped down my face. I would have been immensely proud to call Trudy my mother. She was more of a mother to me than my actual mother was … by a long shot.
Gathering momentum, I picked the article up and began to read.
In the early hours of Saturday morning, a tip-off at the local police station led to the arrests of Brandon Taylor and David Harper, also known as “Brett” and “Daniel.” They were found inside the flat they shared. Both men were badly beaten and bruised, and they were in possession of a vast array of drugs as well as photographs of several different women.
It would seem that both Mr. Taylor and Mr. Harper had been drugging and raping women on a regular basis, striking and subduing their victims at various clubs and pubs around town. Twenty distressing photos of women were found—none of whom have been identified by the police as of yet. Police are appealing to these girls to come forward with any information they may have.
I was mortified—not only by this, but also by my own behaviour. Luca hadn’t hired those men at all. This Antonio must have lied to me for some reason. A reason I had yet to discover. Getting straight to my feet, I went in search of Luca. I knew he wanted to speak with me, and I was surprised he hadn’t come looking.
Nearing the bottom of the stairs, I spotted Tony walking past. “Tony, where’s Luca?”
“Oh, good morning, Miss Murphy. He’s in the other office I believe—on the phone.”
I smiled to myself. At least he wasn’t trying to take over my office. “Can you give him a message?”
“Sure, but you can go and see him yourself if you want.”
I shook my head. “No, no. He has to come to me. Tell him that he had better be in my room within the next ten minutes or he’ll be sorry.”
Tony smiled a big, heart-warming smile. He then gave me a wink. “With pleasure, Miss Murphy.”
Grabbing Tony’s arm, I gave him a gentle squeeze. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
I turned and was up the stairs and in my room within thirty seconds. I was pumped. Pumped from the euphoria of knowing Luca wasn’t the arsehole I thought he was. Pumped about the fact that he really did like me the way he said he did. Pumped because I wanted him now more than ever.
I was going to seduce my Luca Belatoni, and he was going to have a goddamned fight on his hands if he tried to stop me.
Nine minutes and thirty-eight seconds later, there was a knock on my door. I had to smile at that. He complied with my demand, but he had to make sure he did so on his terms and at the exact last minute. I doubted that would ever change.
I called for Luca to come in, and as he did, I could tell he was expecting a fight. I could tell he was expecting a slap or a punch or even the screaming he thought he may deserve. What he certainly didn’t expect was for me to run to him and throw myself into his arms.
He caught me, though. I knew he would. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to my lips. “Luca,” I breathed.
“Clara, we need to talk. I need to explain.”
“No need to talk. Not now. Make love to me, Luca Belatoni.”
Luca growled into my mouth and quickly placed me on the bed. “You’re not angry with me?”
I shook my head and with a breathless voice I said, “No. I want you. I want to feel you inside me.”
Luca pulled his hand up to my panties and ripped them causing a heated groan from me. “Then say it,” he demanded as he plunged his fingers inside me.
I moaned and threw my head back. “Luca,” I whispered.
Kissing and moaning some more, we managed to rid ourselves of more clothes before he was back on top of me with his fingers by my clit. His bronzed body was just oozing to be touched and caressed. He was like a perfect sculpture of a man. Absolutely beautiful.
“Say it, Clara. You have to tell me. I need to hear you say those words.” He plunged his fingers deep inside of me again, and I was very nearly gone.
“Luca!” I screamed, unable to take much more of his torture.
“Tell me who you belong to, Clara. Give me the words.”
“Oh, Luca, please.” I couldn’t believe I just begged him.
With a smile he positioned himself on top and edged his long masterful cock at my entrance. I gasped as he pushed himself in a little bit. I wanted to feel all of him. Needed to feel all of him.
“Say it.” He edged in that little bit deeper, causing me to moan loudly. My God he felt good. I wanted more.
“Say it!” he commanded again, and I thought I was going to lose control.
He bent down and took my nipple into his mouth as he edged in that little bit more. “Give me those words. Say it!”
Again with that added pressure he was inside me that little bit more. If he didn’t move soon I thought I would explode.
“Clara, now!”
“I’m yours! I’m fucking yours. You have me. Now, give me what I want, or I swear to God, I’m going to smash your face in!”
Luca’s triumphant smile was wide as he plunged deep inside me. Both of us moaned at the impact and due to the magnificent sensations that followed. He felt fantastic.
He started moving, and I thought my eyes were going to roll to the back of my head.
“You’re mine. You’ll always be mine!” he growled.
“Yours,” I whispered back. “Always yours.”
He rewarded me with a suckle on my nipple. His grunts and groans were too much for words. It was like heaven, and I knew just that alone would have me spiralling over the edge.
He took time with his movements as I watched his beautiful hips swaying in and out of me. Every stroke, the very feel of his cock going in and out—it was like nothing I had ever experienced in my life. Sex was always a means to an end for me. I enjoyed it, but I’d never felt this connection—never felt this desire which was now binding us together like a perfect link in a chain. He was masterful, powerful, and he felt fucking delectable.
“Clara, you feel so fucking good.” He took my lips possessively with his as we both moaned again from the sensations riding through our bodies. I could feel it, feel the build-up as my walls tightened and my body went rigid with the imminent orgasm I knew was about to rip my body apart.
Quickening his pace, Luca shouted, “Now, Clara. Now!”
My body seemed to instinctively react to his commands as I screamed and moaned at the beautiful sensations rippling throughout my whole body. It wasn’t just any orgasm; it was like fireworks had exploded inside of me.
“Fuck! I’m going to come, baby,” Luca grunted as he plunged deeper and deeper.
Just when I thought my body couldn’t take anymore, he plunged one last time as he grunted and came inside of me.
Luca lay down on top of me for a while as our breathing calmed a little. “Fuck, Clara. We’re not going to leave this room all day. Do you hear me?”
I chuckled, thinking how true to form he was being—even now. He probably thought I was going to fight him on it, but truth be told… If sex was going to feel like that with him all of the time, then I certainly wanted more.
“Okay, Master—Ruler of All He Surveys.”
Luca smiled down at me and kissed my lips. “I knew sex would calm you down. You’re practically purring now. I could have you doing cartwheels if I asked you to.”
“Really?” I asked with a cheeky grin. “You really think you can have me doing whatever you want?”
His eyebrow hitched, and I knew then I had just given him the best challenge yet. “Why can I feel you expanding inside of me? You’re not getting hard again already are you?”
Luca hitched his eyebrow again and smiled. “I love havi
ng you under my will. Do you have any idea how much you turn me on? The more you fight me, the more I want to plunge my cock deeper inside of you.”
I lost my breath. The feel of him growing inside me mixed with his hot words was making me dizzy.
“Do we need to get reacquainted?”
“Yes, Luca. Over and over and over again. Remember? I believe I told you I found your methods too delicious for words.” I flexed my hips a little to meet him further. Luca growled and instinctively plunged in a little further.
“You’re such a naughty girl; do you know that? I’m making the moves here—not you.”
“Luca,” I sighed, “it doesn’t look like you’re doing much moving at all. Do you need me to help you with that?” I laughed, but all too soon the smile was wiped off my face as he pulled out and plunged back into me again. I gasped.
“Does it feel like I need help?”
“Oh God. Do that again!”
“You like it like that, do you?” He did it again.
“Oh, yes! Again!”
He plunged in again, and I felt my whole body convulse in time to his powerful thrusts. “I’m going to stay inside you all day. Bury myself in you until you can’t stand any more. Do you hear me?” Oh I fucking heard him alright. Fuck me, I thought I was going to faint. “Clara, do you hear me?”
“Yes!” I screamed as he thrust inside me again.
“I’m going to make you come so hard your body will be still humming from it for days. Do you hear me?”
He plunged into me again. Hard. “Yes! I hear you.”
“You’re mine. Mine to take, mine to keep, and mine to do whatever the fuck I want to. Your body, your soul, and even your will all are mine and only mine. Do you hear me?”
He plunged again, and the only thing I could think to scream was, “Yes!” yet again. I was completely at his mercy.
He was moving constantly, but every now and then, he would thrust even deeper, causing my legs to shake and my body turn to jelly.
“Do you know how fucking good your pussy feels? I want to live inside it, hide myself away in it for eternity. My cock begs to be inside you and to feel you beneath me as I’m thrusting myself deep within you. Do you hear me?”
“Fuck, yes!” I screamed. What the hell was wrong with me? He was commanding me, telling me all of the things he was going to do. Telling me that I had to take it—and I was. I was taking every single fucking thing he had.
“Clara,” he breathed.
I didn’t even realise I had my eyes closed until he uttered my name. I was gone—gone into a world filled with Luca and only Luca.
“Clara, look at me!” His command immediately brought my eyes to him.
Why on earth was I doing as I was told?
I looked deep into his eyes as he thrust inside me again and again. By the way his eyes stared into mine—hungrily and desperately—I knew he was going to send me over the edge soon.
I opened my legs to him even more and reached down to grab his ass. My God! That alone nearly made me come on the spot. I grabbed him, pushing him into me deeper still.
“Clara, let go.”
I glared into his eyes. “No!”
“I’m in control; I tell you when you can make me come.”
I moaned. Jeez, I didn’t know whether to smack him or orgasm on the spot. One seemed to jell into the other.
Feeling naughty, I squeezed his ass again. The moan that escaped him had my heart beating even faster— if that was even possible.
“Clara, don’t.”
I couldn’t tell if that was a command or a plea. This time, I raised my hips up to meet him.
“Clara!” His tone was more aggressive.
I was going to give him one more squeeze, but then, without warning, he lifted me off the bed, remaining inside me the whole time, and thumped me up against the wall.
I gasped, but I didn’t have time to comprehend what had just happened. He thrust himself deep inside again, causing me to scream.
“Who’s in control?” He thrust again.
“Oh God!” I screamed.
“Wrong answer.” He thrust again. “Who’s in control?”
Feeling the effects of his magnificent torture, my stomach began to feel the familiar burn as my impending orgasm was about to burst at any moment.
“Tell me! Give me those words. Who is in control?”
“You!” I screamed, not caring anymore. I was about to detonate around him, and right then I thought I would crawl on my hands and knees just to get it. It seemed Luca was a drug after all, and I was definitely addicted.
“Who do you belong to?” His pounding became more aggressive as his own control was about to waver. I knew he was close.
“You, Luca!” Right in that moment, I knew those words were true. He was in control, and I was his.
“Give it to me. Now!”
I did. Oh boy, did I! I came, screaming again and again. His pounding became even faster as he grunted and moaned. My orgasm just kept going and going, and just when I reached the point where I thought I couldn’t take much more, Luca growled as he violently came inside me.
Breathlessly, Luca murmured, “You are some woman.”
“Thank you. You’re not too shabby yourself.” I smiled as he pressed his lips against mine.
“Not too shabby? Do you want me to punish you again?”
My eyes widened. “You call that punishment? Is this how you torture women? Torment them with orgasms? ‘Oh please, Mr. Belatoni. I will tell you anything you want to know. Just don’t make me come anymore!’”
That’s when I felt it—his hand on my arse. “Did you just spank me?”
Luca smiled. “I believe I did.”
“Why?”
“You were being naughty again. I thought orgasms calmed you down.”
“Oh, they do. Especially with you.” I giggled. I knew that would definitely get him going.
“Especially with me! What do you mean especially with me? Only! Me!”
I threw my head back in a fit of giggles. “Oh Luca, baby, you’re so easily wound.”
Luca kissed my neck and breathed his hot breath in my ear. “Call me that again.”
“What? Baby?”
“Hmm,” he said, licking the curve of my neck. God, he was fucking something else.
Pulling my head up towards his earlobe, I gently bit it. “Luca, baby,” I whispered in his ear.
Luca shuddered, and suddenly that part of me woke up again. I wanted him. Again!
“I want to bury myself in you all day. But for now, we will run a bath. I need to talk to you.”
Placing me down, Luca had to steady me as I wobbled. That put a smile on his face.
“See? I told you that you wouldn’t be able to stand once I was done with you. And I’m certainly not done with you yet.”
Luca pulled away from me, and it was only then that I got a true eyeful of the spectacular beast before me. He had perfect olive skin and well-toned muscles. His shoulders and arms looked strong and powerful. His chest was broad and robust. Trailing my eyes all over him, I found something I hadn’t noticed before.
“Is that a tattoo?”
Luca Smiled. “You’ve only just noticed? I have two. Look.”
Luca pointed down to his hip and I saw some writing. On his chest was a name, a simple, small name. Sophia.
“Your mother?” Luca nodded. I trailed my fingers down from his chest to his hips and stroked along the words. “If opportunity doesn’t knock, build a door.” Standing up again, I looked into his eyes. “That’s very, erm … inspirational.”
“You think someone like me can’t be?”
“I’m not saying that.” Yes, I was saying that. “Where is it from?”
“Milton Berle.” He saw the frown on my face and smiled. “He was a famous American actor and comedian.”
“Was?”
“Yes. He died about twelve years ago.”
Watching Luca disappear into the bathroom, I to
ok the opportunity to quickly grab my robe. I soon heard the water running, and Luca returned to the bedroom.
“What made you pick it?”
“Pick what?”
I rolled my eyes. “The tattoo.”
“Did you just roll your eyes at me?”
I shook my head and smiled. “Me? Never.”
“I thought not,” he grinned. “I thought it would have been obvious to you. I don’t wait for things to happen. I do it myself. If I want something done, I make it happen. I don’t wait for someone else to do it for me.”
“I thought that’s why you had men working for you. So you could tell them what to do.” I was being cheeky with my response, and he knew it.
“You know exactly what I mean. The minute I knew I wanted you, I didn’t send any of my men to get you, did I? I did it myself.”
“No, you didn’t. You sent your men out to demand money from me.”
“That was just a bit of fun—to see if you really were the tough cookie your aunt made you out to be. It would seem she was correct.”
I sighed a little and sagged my shoulders. “What’s wrong? Have I upset you?”
“No, it’s just my aunt. I’m worried about her.”
Luca came and sat next to me on the bed. “You spoke with her?”
“Yes. Just before I asked you here.”
“You mean just before you demanded me here?” he asked with a smile.
I grinned back and elbowed him a little. “Yes, before I demanded you here.”
“What do you know?”
“Everything—I hope. I didn’t realise she’d led such a devastating life. What she’s been through it—” I had to stop for a moment because my heart sank with anguish for her. I didn’t want Luca to see me cry.
Luca cupped my face in the palms of his hands. “I promise you that I will do everything I can to take care of her. Do you believe me?”
I sighed, feeling the tears sting. “I believe you. She told me what you did for her, but I want to know why. Why would you help my aunt so much?”
Luca looked away for a moment. “Your aunt… She is very important to you, isn’t she?”
“Of course. She is the only family I really have.”
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