However, once I gathered momentum, I realised soon enough that he had left me for nearly ten weeks. That was enough to pull him away and give him another—God that felt good—slap around the face. “You bastard. I hate you!”
Luca rubbed his face with a big, adoring smile. “What is it with the women I love slapping me?”
With a huff, I stormed up the stairs. “I’m not talking to you.”
But, in true Luca fashion, he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Instead, he grabbed me and hauled me over his shoulder. God, I had missed that!
“You’re not getting away from me, amore mio. I’m taking you to our tower where I’m going to make you so mine that your head will spin by the time I’m done with you.”
I slapped his back in anger. “Ohhh, no you don’t! I have the chastity belt back on, mister! You’re not coming anywhere near me after what you’ve done.”
Placing me on my bed, Luca looked at me with hungry eyes. “My God, you’re so beautiful. It seems you get more and more beautiful every time I see you. I don’t know how that’s possible, but it’s true.”
I stood up to face him off. “Don’t you start this crap with me. I’m angry with you. You think you can just waltz back in here after weeks of being apart and expect me to greet you with open arms?”
Pushing me back on the bed, Luca went on his hands and knees on top of me. The more I tried to climb back on the bed, the more he possessed me like a lion about to eat its prey. “Nine weeks and four days, Clara. It’s been nine weeks and four days since I had my cock inside of you. Nine weeks and four days since I felt you in my arms. Nine weeks and four days since I heard you scream my name.”
His presence combined with his words had an unwanted effect on me. I knew all too well that it had been nine weeks and four bloody days. He certainly didn’t need to keep repeating it.
“You’re not doing this to me. I’m angry with you.”
Ripping my blouse open, Luca growled. “Nine weeks and four fucking days.”
Holy shit! I think I may have come in my panties.
Breathing heavily, I shut my eyes as Luca ground his hard cock into my groin. My God, I didn’t want to give in to him, but he was making it so damn hard not to. I had missed him so much. Missed him until I thought I couldn’t stand the pain any longer. I wanted to be angry with him for hurting me like that, but I was just to overcome with joy that he was here. I was just too overcome with the desire to feel him near me—on me—inside of me.
“Clara. Look at me.” I kept my eyes shut. “Look. At. Me.”
As I always seemed to do lately with him, I gave in and opened my lids. Greeting me were his loving eyes… Eyes that melted my heart and turned me to jelly. Eyes that lured me in so deeply that I thought I may just fall. Eyes that told me a thousand stories without saying anything at all. Eyes that haunted my dreams.
I felt his hand on my thigh as he leisurely trailed his fingers up towards my panties. With one quick tug, he yanked them from my body. Shit, shit, and more shit! He was going to take me, and my orgasm was going to be quick. I was already nearly there and he had hardly touched me at all.
Without wasting any more time, Luca ripped at my bra too.
At this rate I’ll have no underwear left.
“I’m sorry to do this to you, amore mio. I have to take you, and I have to take you … hard.” Pulling my nipple into this mouth, he suckled and licked until I thought I might pass out. “Nine fucking weeks and four fucking days,” he growled.
I moaned, closing my eyes as I squeezed his head to my chest. When he swiped his fingers across my clit and over to my entrance, I gasped.
“You’re so wet, amore mio. I want to taste you, but all I can think about right now is burying myself in you. I’m normally a patient man in the bedroom, but I can’t resist you. I have to make you mine again.”
Feeling his hot breath at my nipple, I wasn’t even aware that Luca had his cock out until he thrust it in so hard it made me gasp out loud.
I flung my eyes open wide and was met by those same caramel eyes that always had a way of holding me captive. This time, they held a fire so deep that they had a dark, almost sinister glint.
Grabbing my thigh, Luca squeezed as he pounded and pounded inside of me. As I already expected, it wasn’t long before I felt the build-up. It happened so quickly that I didn’t even have time to relish in the feel of having Luca on top of me like this after weeks of being apart.
“I’m going to make you my wife. Do you hear me? You’re going to be completely mine.”
I moaned, gripping his arse cheeks with both hands. My God, he felt so good. I just couldn’t get enough of him.
“Hands off my ass!” Luca thrust so hard into me that my orgasm just sprung upon me.
“Luca!” I screamed as I convulsed and shook underneath him.
Luca growled, speeding up the tempo as he pounded and pounded until I thought my head would spin.
“I’m going to come quick, Clara. Nine fucking weeks!” he shouted as he violently came inside of me.
He collapsed on top of me, and we stayed like that until our heavy breathing eventually calmed. He didn’t pull out, though. He kept himself in there—nice and snug.
My God, I really did miss this!
Eventually, Luca looked up and kissed me; it was a long, lingering, wonderful kiss. “You don’t know how many days and nights I dreamt about being here like this with you. You don’t realise how many times I wanted to break my promise again and come to you.” Confusion set in. I couldn’t understand what he was saying.
Luca sensed my bewilderment and smiled at me. “My mama made me promise not to come to you until I was free of that woman. She wanted me to be an honourable man. This time, I didn’t break my promise. I got a phone call from my lawyer this morning to tell me that the decree absolute was through. The minute I got that call, I phoned Tony. He said you were in a shop trying on some clothes. I told him that I was coming home and to bring you back as soon as he could.”
I smiled up towards Luca, unable to hide my happiness. It was like all the pain over the past nine weeks and four days meant nothing. It slipped away as if it were just a terrible nightmare.
“Your mother has been keeping you from me until you got your divorce?”
He nodded with a smile. “That’s right. She thought you deserved to have the right thing done by you. I had to be free of her, Clara. I’m now free of her. We can be together… Properly this time.” Seeing the sadness in my eyes, Luca gripped me. “She made me promise, Clara.”
Realising I could no longer be angry with him, I just smiled sweetly and nodded my head. “How did you do it? How did you manage to get rid of that bitch?”
Luca smiled and growled a little. “She had nothing on me in the end. I went to Italy and managed to get some information. She tried to wriggle out of it, but in the end, she knew I had her. Once she realised she didn’t have a hold over me anymore, she went quietly.”
I sighed and laced my fingers through his hair as I stared into my man’s eyes. “You broke your mother’s promise for me.”
Luca gently brushed his lips to mine. “I had to, amore mio. You’re the most important woman in my life now. You take precedence above everything and anyone else. I had no other choice.”
Smiling brightly as I stroked his hair, I had this sudden feeling inside of me… One that I was all too accustomed to. “Are you getting hard again?”
Luca raised an eyebrow with a cheeky grin as he bent down and suckled my nipple. “That I am, baby. I’m going to stay inside you all day. I’m going to come inside you so many times that you’ll be overflowing. The minute I stop, I’ll wait inside you until I get hard again. My cock is never leaving your pussy.” Thrusting he said, “Once I’m done with you today, you’re coming with me to Italy, and once we’re there, you will become my wife.”
The shock of everything hitting all my senses was coursing through me. “We can’t just up and get married … just like that.�
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Thrusting harder, he said, “You will do as you’re told. You’re going to be my wife tomorrow even if I have to drag you kicking and screaming.”
There were so many times I should have been angry with the man. He was infuriating. Even when it came down to when we got married, he had to have the last say.
“I’m not doing it!”
Growling and thrusting even harder, Luca glared at me. “I’m going to fuck you into submission.”
“I thought you didn’t fuck?”
Grabbing my hips, Luca hauled me off the bed and thumped me up against the wall. He liked doing that when he wanted his own way.
“Do you remember this wall?” he asked as he pounded his cock inside of me.
“Oh God, yes!”
“Do you remember what I asked you? And do you remember what your reply was?”
I was so breathless and so ready to scream his name again that I couldn’t seem to think straight. “Yes!”
“You said you were going to be my wife. You said yes, Clara, so tomorrow, I will make you completely mine. Do you fucking hear me?”
Fuck me, but I didn’t realise just how much I had missed his domineering, commanding self until that moment. I wanted to be angry. I wanted to shout at him to fuck off. But all I could think about was Luca and the way he was holding me. He had held me hostage until I relented all those months ago, but he never really let go. I had always been his captive.
“I need those words. Give me those words!”
Feeling the heat rise, I shouted, “Yours, Luca. I’m fucking yours!”
He growled, pushing me faster and harder than ever—grinding me up against that wall so much that I thought I would become a part of it.
“Who are you marrying tomorrow? Who’s going to be your husband? And whose babies are you going to carry?”
The feel of him sliding in me was all too much. Too soon, orgasm number two was coming, and too soon, I was going to give him what he wanted.
Just at the point where I thought it was coming, Luca bit my shoulder, and that was it for me. “You, Luca!” I shouted—not caring anymore. I would get married to him in a fucking barn if he was going to keep making me come like that. I just didn’t give a shit anymore.
With my legs trembling and my body convulsing, Luca picked up his pace even more, grunting and growling so hard I thought he might roar.
“Fuck, Clara!” he shouted as he thrust one more time before I felt his release shooting inside of me.
Not knowing what he was going to say or do next, I just sat there in his arms and let him breathe deeply at my neck. Once he was calmed, he pulled me off the wall and carried me over to the table with him still inside me.
“You weren’t kidding when you said your cock wasn’t going to leave me today, were you?”
Nibbling at my neck, Luca placed me down gently on the table. “No, I wasn’t.” He brushed his nose against my shoulder. “Do you remember this table? Do you remember what it was I got you to say here?”
I breathed in slowly, laying my head down on the table as Luca ravished my whole body. “I remember.”
Rubbing his hands up and down my back, Luca kissed me all over my chest and nipples. “Do you remember telling me you were mine? That you would always be mine?”
I closed my eyes, humming my approval. He was worshipping every pore of my skin. His hands were exploring everywhere—my back, my breasts, my stomach, my nipples… It was almost like he was seeing and touching me for the very first time. “You’re so beautiful, Clara. Tu sei l’unico per me. Sei il mio vita.”
“Oh God, Luca!” Arching my back, Luca trailed his hands from the back of my shoulders all the way down to my hips. With one great tug, he squeezed me into him.
The noises of pleasure that left my lips were like no other. I had every single part of me taken care of by the most beautiful, wonderful, charismatic man I had ever met in my life.
And tomorrow, I was going to become his wife.
Just that thought alone had the fires raging again. How could he manage to do this to me—not only once, not twice, but three times within quick succession? He was a force like no other.
Leaning over me, Luca lapped up my nipple like it was the best-looking dessert he’d ever tasted. He had his hands on my back, and he was squeezing me, pulling me, and gripping me in all of the right places, which rendered me speechless.
He started moving inside me again, going at a steady rhythm. “I’m going to make you come so hard, baby. I’m going to make you scream my name.”
He went back to my nipples again, licking and sucking them with everything he had. I could feel every gentle thrust, every part of his skin on mine as he swayed in and out of me. Just feeling him rubbing up against me alone was going to make me burst.
“You have to come at least five times before I will let you leave this room,” he growled. “I promise you that, amore mio.”
And, boy, did he keep his promise!
Eventually, I was let out. I had to go to get a dress for my wedding. Luca tried to be unreasonable, but I told him that he had to let me go; otherwise, I would refuse to marry him. All that did was reward me with a swift slap on the bottom, and a, “We’re getting married even if it has to be a shotgun wedding.”
Blimey! He certainly didn’t take no for an answer.
I was standing in the store, trying on yet another dress. I was so busy fussing with the hem that I didn’t even realise there was someone else in the room with me.
“Hello, Clara.” I snapped my head up, coming face to face with Rachael. “I see you’re getting married. Congratulations.”
Not caring for her sarcasm, I glared at her. “What are you doing here?”
She smiled, pushed herself off the wall, and paced the floor. “The question isn’t, ‘What am I doing here?’ The question is, ‘What are we doing here?’”
I was about to ask her what the hell she was on about when in walked Antonio, carrying a gun. “Hello, Clara. Long time no see. You’re looking beautiful as always.”
I was about to charge when he held the gun up a little more. “Ah, ah. I wouldn’t do that if I were you. You wouldn’t want to ruin that pretty dress of yours now, would you?”
“Fuck you. Where’s Tony?”
Laughing, Antonio walked leisurely over to Rachael and grabbed her arse. “Tony doesn’t realise we’re here. The nice attendants let us in. We also have a convenient escape exit right through that door.” Antonio pointed towards the back exit with his gun and smiled.
I was about to scream for Tony, but the minute I opened my mouth Antonio placed the gun inside. “One more fucking word from you, and I’m going to blow your pretty, little head off. Do you understand?”
Looking at Rachael, I asked why with my eyes. I couldn’t understand why she was doing this. I had been nothing but good to her, and yet here she was helping my soon-to-be husband’s arch enemy plot my demise.
Grabbing my arm, Antonio spun me around and placed his hand over my mouth from behind. The other hand held the gun to my waist. “Now, let’s do as we’re told, and no one will get hurt. There’s more than you to consider here. If you make a noise, I’ll kill you, Tony, and the lovely two young ladies in the store. Do you want their blood on your hands?” I squeezed my eyes shut in anguish and shook my head. “Good. Now, move!”
I didn’t know how my legs carried me, but they did. Rachael ran ahead in front of us and was out the door before I knew it. Once outside, there was a car already there with Rachael in the front starting the engine.
I tried to wriggle free before he got me in the car, but all that did was make him grip so hard that it became unbearably painful.
Shoving me in, Antonio grabbed a handkerchief off Rachael and placed it over my mouth and nose. I knew instantly what it was and tried to fight as hard as I could. I tried to break myself free, but it was to no avail. It wasn’t long before I passed out.
I woke up with a fuzzy head. I felt like I had been ou
t on the booze all night it pounded so hard. I moaned, opening my eyes to find that I was lying on a bed. I tried to move, but I was restricted. I still had the wedding dress on, but my hands were tied to the posts. I tried pulling at them, but nothing I did worked.
“Here, drink this. It will help you feel better.” Rachael was holding a glass of water in front of me.
I shook my head in disgust. “I’m not drinking that. It could be anything.”
“It’s just water. I swear. You’ll feel better once you drink it.”
I looked up to her face and saw her smiling. I didn’t want to take the drink, but I couldn’t ignore the burning in my throat either. In the end, I gave in.
“That’s better,” she said, stroking my hair.
I so wanted to punch her. The condescending bitch. I pushed my head away in disgust. “Get the fuck off me.”
Rachael rose from the bed with a smile. “You seem to forget who’s in charge here. You’re the one tied up.”
“Why are you doing this? What have I ever done to deserve this?”
Rachael placed the glass down and started pacing the floor. “It’s not what you’ve done. It’s what you haven’t done. You just don’t fucking get it, do you?”
I pulled at the rope to raise myself up a bit. “Who was there for you when your mother died? Who contributed to her funeral costs and sat there with you as you cried in my arms? Who was the one who was there for you when that arsehole took things too far one night and started roughing you up?”
Rachael’s face immediately softened with a smile. “So, you do care?”
I almost rolled me eyes. “Of course, I care. I’ve always cared. It’s just that you want something from me that I can’t give. How can you force me to be something I’m not?”
“I always thought that if you just took a chance on me—experimented just to see—then I could change your mind. You don’t realise just how happy I could make you.”
I closed my eyes and shook my head. “Rachael, please. You’re delusional.”
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