Worship (Sinful Series Book 2)

by Trilina Pucci

  Pulling out my phone from my pocket, I unlock the doors and shove it back in my jeans. The lights are off inside, and I don’t bother to turn them on, knowing where I’m going.

  As I secure one arm around Gretchen and the other one on her ass, I knead and begin to play, dipping my fingers between her legs and rubbing her pussy.

  My gentleness is submerged, held under by my carnality.

  “I’m going to make this ass mine tonight.”

  Snarling, my palm smacks her ass three times, each harder than the first. Gretchen’s fingers grip my back, her nails digging into me.

  My angel is breathy, and her low pants fill the room.

  “Oh, fuck, Luca. More.”

  I’m fueled by her need; it makes me arrogant. She needs something only I can give her.

  I push the bedroom door open with my foot and close it behind me the very same way, then bend down and deposit Gretchen to her feet. My voice is gritty when I speak.

  “Turn around. Hands behind your back.”

  I all but growl, demanding her submission, and by the look on her face, she loves it.

  Gretchen spins around, and I take each of her arms roughly, pulling them behind her back, crossing them at her wrists. I wrap my belt around her wrists and secure them in place. I tug, testing the hold, and smile when it doesn’t budge.

  I grab her hands and pull her backward a few steps and spin her with force, catching her waist as she faces me.

  She gasps and I kiss her, cutting off her breath so she has to use mine.

  My head jerks back just as quickly, and her eyes bore into my own. I narrow mine and look down at her jeans, hooking my fingers in the loops, dragging them up until they cut into the places that need relief. I barely rock my hands, but she begins moving with me, feeling the friction of her jeans against her clit.

  She’s helpless, needing to come but unable to do anything about it. She has to trust me. Her body pushes in harder, and I pull up, making her gasp again. I let her enjoy the sting, but only for a minute before I yank them down.

  Her eyes open wide and then her expression calms. Her mouth opens in protest then shuts. She’s starting to learn. I kneel down and kiss her stomach, pulling her jeans down and off before tossing them aside.

  I look up at her.

  “Trust me?” I whisper, before running the tip of my tongue over her slit through her lace panties. So fucking sweet.

  She blinks once, body shivering from my tongue, and nods slowly; but before I can move, her words hurriedly fill the space, and she drops to her knees, meeting me on the floor.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. It was dumb, selfish, and undeserved. I’ll never put anyone before you again. Ever, Luca.”

  I was looking for a “yes,” but this is better. This woman owns me, but right now, I’m going to remind her who she belongs to.

  “Nice words. But I’m still going to make you beg for my cock,” I answer, pleased with her smile.

  Gretchen pushes her body forward and pulls my bottom lip between her own and bites before letting go. Fuck, I love her. She looks at me, wild and needy, her thighs pressed together where she sits.

  I stand and walk around her, my voice low.

  “You want me to touch you, Angel?” Fuck, she looks exquisite restrained, at my mercy. “Do you want me to relieve some of that throbbing? To take my tongue and brush over your clit again until it feels like it’ll explode?”

  Gretchen pulls against her restraints, and I watch her hips roll along with my words.

  “You want me to stick my fingers inside your tight pussy until you come on my hand?”

  “Yes, please.”

  Her moans echo in the room, and my dick grows rock hard. I walk back to the front of her, and Gretchen smiles seductively with hooded eyes, sitting back on her heels.

  “Unzip me.”

  My command is thick with my appetite for her mouth on my dick. I want to fuck that beautiful mouth, have her swallow me down until I get my fill. She sits up taller and brings her lips to the zipper on my pants, kissing me through them.

  My dick pulses, the hard bulge strained against my jeans. She runs her tongue along the zipper, and I growl as she fits it between her teeth.

  “You’re going to be my death.” I smirk, happy to die this way. Inch by inch, she pulls the zipper down.

  I pop the button, and my cock springs free.

  Gretchen sit ups hungrily, licking up the shaft, and my head falls back with an exhale. My fingers weave through her hair, and I pull her back, holding her in place by her thick black hair. I grab my heavy cock, gripping the shaft, and lower it to her face.

  “Open wide.”

  My command is met with her tongue running over her lips as she opens wide.

  I feed my cock to her, inch by fucking inch, controlling the pace. Gretchen hums appreciatively as I fill her mouth, and my body stills. I won’t let her move forward anymore or pull back.

  Seeing her this way makes me feel like a fucking god. I look down at her mouth filled with my thick cock and lick my lips.

  “Get it wet—this isn’t where I’m living tonight.”

  She twists her head, and I feel the soft silk of her tongue coating my cock.

  I pull on her hair to tug her head back, removing myself just as slowly as I fed it to her, and the feeling is intoxicating. The warmth of her mouth around my shaft, the tightness of her cheeks as she sucks with more intensity each time I pull out, is enough to make me want to fuck her mouth until I’m spent. But I have another objective.

  The moment my cock pops from her lips, my hand rubs up and down the shaft, spreading the lubrication.

  My eyes hold hers as I twist my hand around my cock and take a step back to give her room.

  “Facedown. Ass up.”

  Gretchen lowers herself and places her cheek on the floor, her hands behind her back and her ass in the air, begging me to take it.

  I walk around her and come to my knees behind her, taking my finger and running it up between her cheeks, hooking the string she calls underwear, and pull, hard. The tiny fabric rips against her skin until it pops free of her body, and I toss it aside.

  My hands pull her cheeks apart slightly, and I jut my hips forward to rub the length of my dick along the seam. Gretchen moans and pushes back into me. We rock together, me dry humping her ass. I reach around, running my fingers around her clit, gathering her juices. Pulling back, I spread her, wiping her excitement on her ass and positioning my cock against the puckered hole.

  She’s already fucking panting and there. “Deep breath,” I warn.

  “Yes,” she moans, always so willing.

  “Beg me,” I growl, teasing the tip, putting pressure against the spot, and holding her in place at her hip.

  Without hesitation, she breathes out, “Give me your fucking cock. I want it. Please, baby. Oh my god, Luca, push it in.”

  She’s drenched and ready to come. She’d do anything I asked right now.

  I push into her slowly, allowing her body to stretch., She sucks in a heavy breath, and my head drops back. I can’t move, can’t think. I push another inch, then a few more, the tightness making my head spin. Even with my eyes closed, I see stars.

  My hand grips her ass and hip, but my fingers are dug into her skin. I’m holding on for dear life because I’ve already catapulted into space. Tomorrow, there will be marks. I reach for her restrained wrists and grab hold. With my other hand on her waist, I push her forward, only to pull her back by her restraint the rest of the way.

  Gretchen lets out a muffled, “Fuck”, exhaling through the discomfort.

  “This ass is mine.”

  “All yours. Fuck it, Luca.”

  The build is slow, push, pull, push, pull. Her moans are a sexual symphony, but I can barely hear through the ringing in my ears from the release I’m chasing.

  Push, pull, push, pull.

  Gretchen begins to suck in heavy breaths, and my haze begins to fade as I pick up the pac
e, present and determined. With every “yes,” I push in harder, until I’ve abandoned her restraints, putting my hand on the floor beside her. My angle allows me to pound into her ass, as I reach around rubbing her sweet spot.

  “Oh my god, Luca. I’m coming.”

  The minute I hear her screams, I pinch her swollen clit between my fingers. Her body goes rigid, and my name leaves her lips in a long dragged-out, guttural voice of worship.

  I push harder, wrapping my arms around her spent body, and fuck her tight ass until I find my own release, filling her with my hot cum. I’m paralyzed by the intensity.

  It’s not until I start to relax that I realize I’ve bitten down on her shoulder. Not too hard but enough to know that I just fucked her like an animal. Claimed her.

  I look down and slowly push her away, watching my dick pull out of her as she sits up onto her heels, rolling her head to the side. My lips claim the space behind her earlobe, and I trail my fingertips down her back, untying her wrists and kissing her shoulder gently.

  “Now, Angel, let me love you.”

  She tilts her head back, and I take her mouth as her hands move up and over her shoulders into my hair. I kiss her gently with reverence, pouring my gratitude into the kiss.

  OUR MOUTHS BREAK, AND LUCA stands, dipping to pick me up like a bride and carrying me into the bathroom. He places me gingerly on the bathroom counter, and my arms unfold from around his neck. He leans down and kisses my forehead, making me smile, and I watch him, my heart full of love, as he turns on the shower and reaches in to test the water before turning back to me.

  “Take a shower with me.”

  He smirks, like a fucking magazine ad, standing with his jeans still on, a tuft of pubic hair peeking from behind the opened zipper.

  “I’m down for a bath, but I wouldn’t mind watching,” I tease, adjusting on the cold counter. Watching nude Luca shower is absolutely on my wish list.

  Luca winks at me and pulls his jeans down, removing them over his bare feet, and steps into the shower. I cross my long leg over the other and lean back against the mirror to watch him.

  Luca turns to face me behind the expansive glass enclosure and begins to scrub his body with the most arrogantly sexual look on his face. I watch the loofah glide over his taut muscles as he cleans his lean body, and the way the water cascades over his arms makes me feel the need to rub my legs together again.

  But when he grabs his dick, rubbing the lather over it, I lean forward and grip the counter.

  “Maybe a shower sounds good after all.”

  Luca smiles and opens the shower door.

  “Lose the bra, Angel. I need to play.”

  Round two, here we come.

  He’s gone when I open my eyes. But my body can still feel him inside of me. He thoroughly worked over every piece of my sore-as-hell body. I feel like Jell-O.

  My limbs stretch away from each other, and the crisp linens rub against my sensitive nipples—sensitive from being sucked, licked, and bitten last night. I may die if every night is like this. Kicking my feet over the side, I sit up to see a note on the nightstand.

  I love you, Angel.

  I’ll be back as soon as I clean up a mess.

  I hold the note in front of me and narrow my eyes. I don’t like the feeling that’s churning in my gut. I know there’s more than what he’s telling me, but I promised to trust him. I won’t break it this time. The concern settles inside me, refusing to leave, especially when I think about last night’s late phone call.

  “Hey, what’s up?” Luca nods his head, his body becoming visibly tense. “No. It’s the right call.” He begins pacing; whatever the other person is saying is making him unhappy. He’s in problem-solving mode. “Non posso parlare. Chiamerò per la mia strada, finisce stasera. Se lei è con lui, avremo bisogno di una soluzione più permanente di un biglietto aereo.” I can’t talk. I’ll call on my way. It ends tonight. If she’s with him, we’ll need a solution more permanent than a plane ticket.

  He disconnects the call and looks over his shoulder to me.

  “Hey, what’s up?” I ask. The expression on his face is worrisome when his eyes meet mine.

  “This is when you choose to trust me.” His words are solemn and wary, but purposeful. He asked me this once before, and I didn’t listen.

  I gnaw on my lip and then tell him what I should have said in the beginning. “Okay, I trust you.”

  Breaking the memory, I walk into the closet, throwing on some loose jeans and a T-shirt before making my way to the kitchen for coffee. The smell of roasted coffee beans permeates my nose, and I know Rose is already awake. I wonder if she knows where Luca is? Ella sits in her high chair, noshing on some fruit as I enter the room. And I suddenly feel like the third wheel.

  “Good morning, Ms. Andrews.” Rose smiles, greeting me.

  I return her greeting.

  “Good morning, but call me Gretchen. The coffee smells amazing. May I steal a cup?” I ask, pointing to the Keurig pods in front of me.

  “Will do and of course!”

  She opens the cabinet adjacent to me and tilts her head in the direction of the mugs.

  I help myself.

  After starting my coffee, I fidget with the hem of my shirt. The moment it’s brewed, I take a welcomed sip, and we stand in awkward silence.

  Don’t be a coward, Gretchen. Luca said she was amazing. “Rose, do you feel as awkward as I do?”

  She laughs. “No, Gretchen. I was quite enjoying the silence.”

  Her honesty makes me laugh, and it’s then I decide that I like her very much.

  “Fair enough.”

  I chuckle and hold my coffee mug up to her with a tiny salute and take another sip.

  Rose’s wise eyes scan my face, and she places an elbow on the counter, leaning onto it.

  “You will never have anything but my support and loyalty, Gretchen. I saw you with Ella when you arrived. She clung to you. And I saw how much you wanted to keep holding her when you handed her over. That’s a natural maternal instinct. I also see the way you and Luca look at each other. I’m happy to be of help to such a beautiful family.”

  Holy shit, Rose may be my favorite person, ever.

  I’m taken aback and grateful.

  “Oh man, you are pretty amazing. Luca was right. Thank you for that. It means a lot.” She winks at me and then sets her cup down, clapping her hands together and speaking to Ella.

  “What would the little princess like to do today? Too bad there isn’t a park nearby. She absolutely loves the swings.” She says the last part to me, but Ella smiles up to Rose’s face.

  I look out of the window, eyeing up the tree outside.

  “I bet we can make something happen.”

  A few hours later, some handymen are outside installing a swing into the tree. It’s amazing what a padded fee will do for people’s motivation. Rose took Ella to her room for her afternoon nap, and I’m here with all my thoughts.

  He hasn’t checked in, and I don’t want to bother him, but the worry is starting to overwhelm me. I’m the one who issued the ultimatum, and if something happens to him, it will be my fault. I reach for my cell and pull up Luca’s name, sending him a text.

  Me: Just ordered a swing. It’s being installed now.

  Him: I like where your head’s at.

  Me: It’s for Ella, you perv.

  Him: You can’t fault a guy for hoping. See you soon, Angel.

  Me: When?

  He doesn’t text back, and now my anxiety starts to creep up. What the fuck is he doing? I start to pace. I can’t do this all day, sit and wait to hear from him. I know he’s doing something to disconnect from the underbelly of this city, and I’m worried. Really fucking worried.

  I need a distraction, so I decide to check in with work; hopefully, it’ll keep my head from exploding with what I think is true.

  I open my laptop and respond to some emails, then dial my assistant to make some meeting requests and confirmations. She’s eff
icient, going through my list, and we finish quickly. I strum my fingers on the kitchen table, nowhere near the distracted nature I was hoping to achieve.

  I stand and walk around the house, looking at photos and out of the windows, ultimately finding myself in Luca’s office. I walk over to his desk and see his briefcase sitting next to the desk. Something you would take with you if you were actually going into work.

  A pop of red calls my attention, and I reach in, pulling out the translation book I gave him as a joke. I laugh to myself and put it on the desk. My fingers flick the pages as I sit with my thoughts.

  What exactly did I think “break these chains” would mean? It’s a dangerous and corrupt world. It’s not like he sends an email canceling his subscription. Why did I ask him to do this? There’s no way whatever he’s doing today is clean and easy. But if anyone can move the players where they need to be, it’s Luca, and I need to trust him.

  Picking up the book again, I flip through it mindlessly and remember the last thing he said to me in Italian. I smile to myself and flip through, sounding the word out to myself as I look for its translation. I’m hoping I can find the spelling, when my breath stops.

  Holy shit. I stare down at the translation, frozen in time by two words.

  Marry me.

  THE SMELL OF THE WATER is cool and crisp. Any other time, this would be a welcome feeling, but tonight, it’s a deep finality of something that should’ve never existed. Giovanni Sovrano.

  My past is just a memory now, and the future is in capable hands. And although I’m “out,” my power will never be questioned. These men, my brothers, are connected by blood. Blood that’s not our own.

  “It’s done,” Antonio says, placing his hand on my shoulder.

  “Good riddance,” Matteo agrees, stepping up next to me.

  “It’s time, Luca.”

  Nico puts his cigarette out on his shoe, stuffing the butt in his pocket. Don’t want to leave evidence.

  I turn and look at Shelby, standing scared and shivering in the night air. Her hands are tied in front, and the mascara she wore adorns her cheeks.