Lucca's Lust: The Luminara Series Book 3

by SJ Molloy

  The air leaves my lungs when my little temptress straddles me, throws me back on the bed, and grinds her pussy over my rock-hard cock. Fucking heaven. Her breasts sway, nipples erect, and hips rotate, legs gripping around me.

  Jesus. I will fucking cum in my boxers at this rate.

  Flipping her round, I pin her beneath me, kissing, caressing, and teasing every inch of that glorious body. Standing at the edge of the bed, I strip myself. My cock stands at attention. My eyes delight, roaming over the vision in front of me.

  Ridding her of her lace knickers, I spread her legs, parting them wide and open for me. I stare, admiring every little inch of the glorious flesh. There is not a sight in the world I have appreciated more. This sacred gift right here, the view of her sweet pussy glistening with wetness, begging for me to fill her. My lips work slowly, seductively, until I cannot wait any longer to taste her.

  Perfetto.

  Nectar. Fucking. Centre.

  I devour her.

  I derail her.

  I demolish her.

  Until she is crying, jerking, clenching, pulsing and throbbing on my tongue with wild abandon again … and again.

  She begs.

  She asks.

  She gets.

  Before I enter her and give her the best fucking time of her life, I soften my gaze on her rich eyes, my breath hitching feeling emotions stir in me I have never felt before in my entire life. My head feels fuzzy, balls aching, cock throbbing, but my mind … it is fucked with a mix of unyielding lust and heartfelt longing.

  I want her more than I have wanted anything in my life, and after sharing the deep-rooted bond and connection when we had sex in the bathtub, I know that this will be even more special. I will lose another piece of my heart to her.

  This is so much more intimate than our shower fuck and sex in the bath. Here, for the first time, I get to have her beneath me and worship her the way my dolcezza should be. I am in full control and the mere thought of her trembling below me, crying my name while I own her and fuck us both into orgasmic fucking heaven enthrals me.

  The minute my cock slides into that nectar centre, I am lost to the skies above, the earth below, and everything in between.

  Lexi.

  Coming down from my earth-shattering release, lost in an idyllic moment of post-orgasmic bliss and endorphin ecstasy, I ask Lexi to move in with me. I need her in my bed always. This instant attraction, breath-stealing intimacy, and heartfelt emotions we have shared epitomises everything I have been feeling since New Year’s Eve.

  My love at first sight.

  She is the one for me.

  Lexi wakes me from a deep sleep. She thrashes around, whimpering and mumbling someone’s name in her sleep.

  Cameron.

  My blood runs cold. Is this the fucker that scared her who is now haunting her dreams?

  Holding her tightly, I gently wake her and calm her down. She apologises. Jesus Christ, she is sorry for waking me up. That tugs at my heart. I would lie awake all night just to hold and protect her. Why is she apologising?

  “Lexi, stop apologising. You are safe. It is okay. Please try and calm down. Doc … you are worrying me. Do you have these dreams every night? Can you talk about it? It might help you.”

  “No, I’ve forgotten about it already. I’m fine. No need to talk about it.” She brushes it off in that sharp broken tone I have heard before, immediately telling me she is lying. I am not buying it and I want to know who this prick is.

  “No, you are not, Lexi. Who is Cameron? Is he the person who did these terrible things to you?” I probe, clenching my jaw.

  She panics. “No. No, Cameron would never hurt me. I love him.”

  My body pricks with sharp spiking nips, muscles tense, and hairs stand on end. Love? She loves someone? Another man? Fuck, that is not what I want to hear. It feels like a sucker punch to the gut.

  “Who the fuck is Cameron? You said there was no one else. Explain this to me.”

  “Lucca, Cameron is my brother. We are close, and yes, I love him. He’s my only sibling.” Her tone is low, calm, and soft. She senses my irrational unease and is trying to settle me. It does not make sense. She never mentioned him before when we were sharing information about our families.

  Obstinately, she refuses to talk about him tonight, and I know I am being a selfish prick asking her to when she is tired and distressed, but I want to know why he would torment her dreams like that.

  Lexi closes her eyes, willing herself to go to sleep. It takes me a long time to fall back asleep. I cannot suppress the pain I feel for her, and my primal instincts to protect her are more forceful than normal. Stroking her hair long after she falls asleep, I watch, listening to her soft breathing.

  When I have kissed her head, nose, and lips, I sigh, frustrated that she is going through this. Eventually the therapeutic lull of her soft breath helps me doze off into my own broken sleep.

  Waking up some time later, I get out of bed, quietly head to the bathroom, and splash my face with cold water and freshen up. I do not want to rouse her from sleep because she obviously needs it. I left her body boneless and replete after our love making last night, and then she clawed her way through another nightmare.

  Satisfied Lexi is still sleeping in the same spot I left her in, ballock naked, I make my way downstairs with my tablet. I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and slump on the sofa, running my hands through my hair, scratching the stubble of my chin, before I begin an online search for Cameron Robertson.

  I know I am way out of line and this verges on stalking behaviour, but I cannot help feel an ownership over Lexi, and I need desperately to understand what is going on in order to help her. I believe she is telling me the truth about her brother, but maybe if I find something on him, it might help fill some gaps.

  I promised her I would be patient, and I am trying to be for her sake, but I want her living with me and if this brother of hers is a threat to her in any way I need to know.

  Scrolling through all the usual social media pages I find nothing on him, or Lexi for that matter. I am tempted to give Giorgio, my business partner at Luminara, a call and tell him to get one of his private investigator contacts onto it, but then I give myself a shake and think that is obsessive and crossing the line. I need to trust Lexi to tell me in her own time. I need to give her that.

  Instead, I channel my thoughts into the day I have planned for Lexi. I send a quick text to Marco asking him to call Gina, an old childhood friend, to arrange a private tour for Lexi and me at Castello di Brolio. I know she still works there and can pull some strings.

  I think Lexi might appreciate some history and local culture because I remember her telling me she liked to sight-see. Before I head back upstairs, I check the fridge to ensure Maria has stocked it with fresh ingredients.

  I take a moment to watch over Lexi from the chaise. I smile watching her mussed hair blanket both our pillows. The sheet low on her waist reveals her impressive tits. God, what this woman does to me.

  It reinforces that every inch of her body should be treasured. Who could possibly ever want to cause her harm? My brows knit in frustration. Just imagining what she went through provokes raw anger inside me. Lexi wakes up with a panic-stricken fear etched on her face.

  I am lost for moment in my disturbing reverie. Is this the look she had on her face before some bastard screwed her over? Before she got hurt? I forget to answer her when asks what is wrong, but shit, I cannot stop thinking about my baby feeling pain. Emotional pain and physical pain.

  Fuck, she grabs the bedsheet and covers herself … from me. No. Jesus Christ I have scared her because I am in my own stupid daze.

  Scrambling onto the bed, I grab her in both arms.

  “No, baby. Do not hide from me. You are the most beautiful person I have ever met. Please do not be scared of me,” I stress with a tightening in my throat.

  “Why were you sitting staring at me? Why wouldn’t you answer me?” Her face is crestfallen,
eyes fearful, lips trembling. I do not like the way her body is desperately trying to recoil, teeming with insecurity.

  “Lexi, baby, I am sorry. I did not mean to scare you, but please do not hide from me. Ever. Promise me that.”

  “Okay, but tell me what’s wrong.” Her voice quavers.

  “I just want to hold you. I want to make you safe, to take this away. I wish I could just … Lexi, I … I … I am falling deeply for you. I am staring at you in complete admiration. I worship you, your soul and your body.” I breathe against her neck, tightly holding her against my body. I feel her relax against me so I exhale.

  “Lucca, you have done more for me these past few days than anyone ever has. I’ve never trusted anyone … with my body … until now,” she replies, stroking my back and shoulders with her delicate fingertips.

  Taking her face in both my hands, inner warmth fills me, giving me hope that she is slowly falling for me too. Not that she has said that, but I see it in her eyes. They are full of promise and devotion.

  I am glad that I am the first person she has shared her body with. Fuck, the thought of anyone else being with her would give me a fucking heart attack and fill me with jealous anger. Her innocence is beguiling, and even though she has still not confided in me about her fears and insecurities, I feel I am one step closer.

  Deciding not to push it, I pick her up and carry her downstairs to make her breakfast. Our proper date starts right now.

  Playing some background music I think she will like, I get to work cooking up a fancy breakfast for her. I am sure my culinary skills have impressed her, so much so she has agreed to skip her cooking lessons to spend quality time with me.

  Once she has finished her breakfast, looking happy and content, I admire the rich luscious sparkle in her eyes and drag my gaze over her naked body. Step two of our first proper date is about to begin because I am throwing her on that table and burying myself deep inside her until we both share an early morning round of erotic pleasure.

  She may have enjoyed my culinary skills, but I am sure I have better ways of showing her my talents. I am going to enthral her with my tongue, hands, and cock until she is screaming my name.

  Part one: Lussuria ~ Lucca’s Words

  “Lussuria ~ Chapter Seventeen: Keeping Faith-Forgiveness”

  Chapter 11

  Solace

  After I have made long, slow love to her on the dining table, closing my mouth over every inch of her skin, I ask her if I can take her harder because the feeling of her is too good, too sensational, and I want to give her every possible sexual experience and pleasure I can. I cannot get enough. I need her in every fucking position possible.

  Bending her over the back of the sofa, her back arches, head rolling back, legs spread, ass pressing against my cock. Keeping a tight grip on her waist, and one hand threaded in her hair, I ram my cock into her from behind with hard, powerful thrusts, taking her deep and taking her hard.

  Her cries urge me to drive into her swollen pussy with reckless, vigorous strokes of my raging cock. I fuck her until she begs me to stop, then begs me not to stop, whimpering my name. The sensation of pain and pleasure drives her crazy. Her body submits to my ruthless fucking when I crash into her with primal need, bringing us both towards an explosive and splintering climax.

  Her legs buckle from beneath me, cries echoing the room, as her body shatters into fragments while she rides out her orgasm. Too. Fucking. Intense. It is enough to take me to a summit of sheer animalistic pleasure. I pump again and again, quicker each time, until I explode with the most sensational relief, filling her pussy with the most intense release I have ever had … deep, deep inside her.

  No going back. This fucking … like this … is only the beginning.

  Collapsing over her on the sofa, too weak to move and too breathless to talk, I kiss her back, shoulders, and neck for what seems like an eternity until I am able to find strength. Her hums and soft exhausted moans tell me she enjoyed it as much as I did. She is sated beyond measure and unable to stand.

  Fetching paper towels, I wipe between Lexi’s legs, properly clean the table, and fill the dishwasher. Lifting her up and cradling her against me, I take the stairs back to my room.

  We take a very long shower. I sponge every inch of her body, shampoo her hair, and towel dry her too, then place her on the bed wrapped in her towel until she has a little more energy to get up and dressed.

  Our date seems to be going exceptionally well so far.

  While Lexi is picking out clothes from her things, which now hang in my wardrobe, I call Marco and ask him to bring her other two gifts up. The sunglasses will come in handy today as I plan on being outside with her.

  Discreetly, I have a look at the some labels on her lingerie and clothes, making a mental note what size she is. I would say a perfect handful for me, but woman are particular about this sort of shit so I want to get her measurements right when I spoil her with new stuff.

  That special gift of her sublime body downstairs just earned her endless gifts from me. Her body … incomparable, exquisite, and precious.

  Marco drops off the gifts. I take the opportunity to ask him if Paulo has picked Dominic up from the airport. Satisfied he is on his way, and neither of the girls knows he is coming, I give Lexi the gifts.

  I enjoy the fiery shit she tries to pull. I am rewarded with that sexiness I love about her when she gets all flamed up. Fucking priceless. Cleverly, I think she is on to me, because she caves far too quickly. I thought I was going to get frisky with the little feisty sulk she pulls.

  The image of her nibbling on her bottom lip when she opens the diamond earrings … Shit, she is simply divine. Her eyes twinkle wide with enchantment. She is stunned. Once I have the gems in her ears, she looks breathtaking, absolutely spectacular, just as I thought she would.

  Lexi is beautiful enough, but with the sparkle and grace of her earrings, she flourishes and comes alive. Brighter than I imagined actually. Wow. My dolcezza is a piece of fine art.

  Reaching the kitchen, I see a look of sadness on Lexi’s face when she learns that Nuala and Hazel will be cooking together. Although, if Dominic arrives on schedule, then I doubt Hazel will be interested in making Pumpkin cups.

  Softly, I stroke her face and convince her there will be lots of time to learn how to cook. It seems to appease her. Nonna welcomes her enthusiastically. Letting them talk, I rummage in the freezer for some of my favourite gelato. Early morning fix.

  Leaning against the sink, I devour the bowl of cinnamon goodness. It tastes almost as good as Lexi’s nectar centre … almost, but not quite. Which gives me a wicked idea. Cinnamon gelato on her pussy would make for a seriously tasty and erotic treat. Hmmm.

  Locking my now icy lips with Lexi’s, I kiss her, telling her to grab a drink while I catch up with Marco. Making my way through the villa, I bump into Maria. I ask her to box up some of our toiletries from the suite, as I am not sure if Violetta has had some delivered to the farmhouse.

  I also give her a list of basics I would like put into a small case. I have a well-stocked wardrobe for myself for when I stay, but I will need my laptop, tablet, work documents, and some general things. She asks if she should pack any of Lexi’s clothing, to which I tell her it will not be necessary.

  I find Marco in the study. We dial into a skype call with Suzanne. Quickly running over Dino’s plans and proposal for Osurac construction, I direct them on which approach to take and catch up with important business pertaining to Luminara and Club di Energia. Marco leaves to pack up the car with the things I have asked Maria to get.

  “Suzanne, before you go, I need something done urgently please. If you could put everything else on hold and see to this, I would be most appreciative.” I mention.

  “Yes, of course. What do you need?” she asks proficiently, sitting erect in her chair, pad and paper in hand.

  “I am going to give you a generalised list of ladies’ apparel and items I would like to order for Lexi that I wa
nt delivered tomorrow at the farmhouse. A whole wardrobe for Italy and for my home in Scotland. I need you to source them from Luisa Via Roma or La Rinascente department stores in Firenze. Only branded designer items, please. If they do not have the latest season or items in stock, give Fabio a call and ask him to check with his suppliers or his friends at the designer stores on Via de’ Tornabuoni. You know the designers I favour,” I say decisively, sitting back in my chair.

  “If you struggle, Fabio will help you put together shoes and bags to compliment outfits,” I add.

  “Okay, sure. Firstly, I need a size.”

  I run through the sizes I remember from Lexi’s clothing labels and shoe size, instructing Suzanne on the type of items I would like for her. I also specify I would like an assortment of decadent and luxurious lingerie, silently thinking I will enjoy ripping off her lacy knickers from her body.

  “Budget?” she asks, noting everything down.

  “No budget. Just send me through the confirmation when you are done. If I need to add anything, I will let you know. But I trust you, so I am sure you will do a grand job of picking out items. Look at it as a morning off work to go shopping. All women love shopping, do they not?”

  She chuckles. “Yes, I love shopping. How could I not?”

  “Throw yourself in some new work attire as well, my treat.” I smile. I do completely trust Suzanne. She is great at this stuff. At Christmas time I often ask her to purchase items for all my female relatives, and she has never failed me.

  “Oh, you don’t need to do that.” She shakes her head.

  “I insist. Get Kimberley on your other tasks while you sort this out. It may take you all afternoon.”

  “Okay, sure. You are far too good to me, you really are something else. Lexi is one lucky young lady.” Multi-tasking, Suzanne flips through her diary, pressing her intercom for Kimberley.