Luka: Perfectly Damaged – a Bad Boy Mafia Romance

by Alice May Ball

  I gasped with the force he used to pull it away. I remembered the door. It was a very solid door in a thick frame, but he’d defeated with one shove of his shoulder. He panted and his eyes gleamed as he looked down at my soft, helpless body.

  He beamed. “Perfect.”

  His smile set my heart pounding. My breath fluttered. I tried to scoot back up the bed to escape from him. He grinned as he grabbed my ankle. He chuckled. It was a rumble like a low earthquake. “Man, you are even more beautiful than I thought you’d be,” he rasped. He looked up hungrily. “And I thought you’d be gorgeous.”

  Slowly, with his eyes hooded, he reached down and he ripped my little white panties away

  His grin split wide to flash his white teeth and he pulled on my ankle to drag me back down toward him. His eyes lapped every part of me. My breasts shook and quivered. My throat pulsed. I turned my head as he looked into my eyes.

  Then his gaze traveled slowly, deliberately down my nakedness, over my fluttering tummy, down to where I throbbed and ached behind my neatly trimmed thatch.

  “You aren’t going anywhere,” he leered and yanked my body nearer to him. “Not until I’ve fucked you senseless.”

  I tried to scramble back, but all I wound up doing was shaking my leg, making all of my body tremble in waves. The look on his face was so hot, so intense that it terrified me. He licked his lips, drinking in his unobstructed view of all my tender parts.

  His nostrils twitched and flared as he saw how red and wet I was. I struggled again. He said, “We’re going to have to show you who’s the boss here.”

  Luka yanked my legs wide apart. Holding me by the ankles, he leaned over to blow along the insides of my thighs. I jerked and convulsed. He blew slowly, all the way up to the top. I shook, but I couldn’t pull my ankles free of his grip. I shuddered as he blew on the creases at the tops of my thighs.

  Then slowly, deliberately, he alternated, sniffing and blowing. My hips trembled and my stomach rolled. I slid fast as he tugged me down to bring my face back to his.

  He held his mouth over mine and said, “First I’m going to make you come with my mouth.” I felt the ridge of his cock against my thigh. “I’ll make you come until you tremble like a leaf and gush like a fountain.”

  My breasts heaved. Under the weight of him, I could hardly move. “And then,” he said, “I’m going to fuck you so long and so hard the morning will come with you.”

  When he bent his face to mine and kissed me again, my whole body wanted to wrap around him and enfold every part of him. Still I struggled and still he held me fast. Pinned me down. Took my mouth with his and devoured me.

  I bucked my hips against him and tried to lift my knees. It only seemed to make the mass in his pants grow even thicker, longer, and harder. As he kissed me, I felt him grin. His tongue invaded me and robbed me of my senses.

  My treacherous hips ground my hot mound against him. I knew that wasn’t in the spirit of resistance, but I couldn’t help myself. I bit his lip. He slid his hands over my breasts. My back arced as he cupped me, squeezed, took my nipple and ground it as it hardened between his thumb and fingers.

  He pulled away and looked in my eyes and grinned as he took my wrists. His mouth went to my breast. I wanted to fight but I couldn’t. It felt so good, so liberating, to feel his mouth and his body appreciating mine.

  It made me feel valued like I hadn’t ever felt before. The feeling was familiar, like a lost, forgotten song, and beautiful like the ache that it inflamed. How could I fight this?

  I struggled with my shoulders and my hips and moved my legs as much as I could. The way he growled encouraged me. Resistance was useless, but the more I fought, the harder I burned and the better it felt.

  I was hopelessly confused, hopelessly lost, and hopelessly loving it all. With a hard tug, I got a hand free. There was fire in his eyes as he looked up from my tit with that infuriating grin. Without a thought, I slapped his face as hard as I could.

  Everything stopped. Time froze for the moment that he looked at me. A red blush spread on his cheek. I slapped him again, as hard as I could. “Oh,” he said. “Yes.”

  And again I slapped my hand across his face and watched him grin even more diabolically, even wider. He grabbed my jaw. Held my face and squeezed my cheeks.

  Luka moved fast. Flipped my body over and sprawled me, hauled me up on my knees, dragged my ass up in the air. “Oh, yeah.” With a hand, he stroked my big, soft, round cheeks. He pulled my thighs apart before I felt the stinging flash as he slapped my ass. Hard.

  Then he reached up and pressed his thumb against my swollen lips. “Mm, you’re so fucking wet.” He rubbed me.

  Then the sting of another slap exploded on the same raw spot on my still wobbling ass. He pulled me roughly to him. I jolted hard as he quickly licked around the outside of my hood, lapping his tongue fast along my lips. Pressing like he would slip inside. But he didn’t.

  And he blew on me. Then he licked really fast from the front of my mound all the way back up. And he pulled back and laughed as he slapped my ass again. My hips jumped as his tongue tickled up the backs of my thighs, pausing at the bottom of my ass. Made me shiver and moan.

  Then he slapped me again and I howled. And his tongue tripped around my lips and flicked past my clit. Again, he licked me so quickly from front to back that my pelvis rolled to try and follow him.

  As he trickled the tip of his tongue up the backs of my thighs again, I vibrated inside as I crested. The shaking grew as he got higher and I came to another plateau, still rising, higher. Luka pressed his tongue suddenly above my hood, the firm tip making quick little circles. How did he know to do that? As my legs collapsed, he slapped me hard.

  His hand hit right on the spot where he’d spanked me before. Exquisite pain blossomed. “You keep your ass up,” he told me. “Keep your juicy pussy up where I can lick it.”

  My stomach clenched, and then it felt like he took all of me in his big, wet mouth and sucked for just one shocking, heavenly moment.

  Over and over, he kept this up. Each time he touched me, I moaned. Every time he slapped me, I squealed. And every time I felt his tongue press on me or against me or in me, I died a little more. I knew the crests and shocks would roll and build to the most all-encompassing release. It was wonderful and unbearable and I couldn’t stand it.

  When Luka finally licked me—full, firm, and deep—and he sucked my clit and he let his lips press all over mine, and his tongue burst right inside me, my back bent, my neck stretched, my fingers and toes clenched, and I howled and shook as the tides inside me swelled and brimmed and rolled, ready to burst.

  My arms and legs were water and I felt my juices spring and gush as my wet face rolled in the soft, white pillows. I shuddered at the sound of his bubbling laugh. I knew that there was more of this to come.

  He flung me onto my back. Left me spread wide and helpless.

  When he came up to squeeze and suck my breasts and draw my nipples into his mouth my arms and legs flung around him. My hips pushed and ground against him, squirmed up and down on the hot muscles of his hard chest.

  I wanted him inside me, wanted to feel his hardness with my lips, hug him with my walls, roll along the rail of his cock. But he said,

  “You’ll have to fucking wait. Be patient.” He slipped down again and he went back between my legs. This time he was rougher. Faster. He pulled crackling twitches and convulsions from me, judders that emanated from the pressure of his fingers, his lips and his tongue. Spread into me and cascaded through me.

  He gripped my ass as I clenched and burst again. And again.

  I looked down. From between my thighs that smile beamed up and I exploded inside.

  Alexa tasted so good it made my head spin. Her scent was so heady and strong. I could have stayed there forever in the soft heat between her thighs.

  Slinging her on her back, though, I knew I’d miss slapping her ass. But I could look up, past those fantastic tits, jiggling as she shud
dered under the commanding drive of my mouth. Even better, I could look into her eyes, see her reaction, watch her mouth slacken and her eyes plead as I sent tingles and spasms coursing through her.

  After the climaxes I had taken her to, I knew that she would be super-sensitive, so even more light teasing was going to drive her insane. I cupped my mouth over her, covering her from above her hood to the middle of her lips, leaving little gaps so I could draw warm air in and send cool air breezing out.

  Every time I did that, she shook from deep inside. The soft flesh of her inner thighs tensed and trembled, and her hips—her hot, wet pussy—jumped in my mouth. If I’d stayed there for a week just playing her like that, I would have been one happy man. The scent, the taste of her, inflamed my mouth.

  Happy as I was to play her with my lips, my breath, and my tongue, my cock had an agenda of its own. The insistent strain of the swelling in my pants ached and pulsed and demanded action.

  Ignoring it, I made the softest, gentlest lick upwards along Alexa’s folds, barely pressing in to sample the delicious honey she was spilling for me. Just enough to find out how much pressure she was ready for. Calibrate and give her the tiniest bit more. Then a few strokes with much less.

  Then more. Then less, then less again. I began to make circles. Figures of eight. More movement on the softer strokes. Less movement on the harder ones. When she started to press back, to push into me, I teased her more. Made her wait.

  She tasted so fine, I couldn’t help but let out a groan. The vibration made her buck and I took the chance to slip the length of my tongue deep into her.

  Alexa was so swollen, so hot, so wet. My long tongue slid up high and easy, and I felt the tight folds at the front, almost all the way to her button. Oh, this was going to be wonderful. She was made in the perfect proportions for my tongue to take and torture until she rocked and burst.

  I dragged my lips together to make a smaller focus, gentle around her hood. Hardly using my tongue at all, I sucked and blew rhythmically, pulling Alexa higher, feeling her cadence, waiting till she reached each new plateau then making her clit vibrate and taking a dive up inside with my tongue to threaten her soft trigger, lapping to bruise her lips on the way in. And out. And again.

  My cock strained and ached so hard. I couldn’t wait to feel her lovely, sinuous wet walls pulling on my hard shaft. She had another set of cresting peaks coming. I wanted to feel her do that with my tongue. Then I’d impale her.

  She sighed and moaned like a wild song. And she trembled in my mouth. And I took her higher. She leaned up and grabbed my head, jammed her fingers in my hair. Her puzzled eyes, her creased brow peered down imploring me. I could feel how her body couldn’t decide between pulling me up to her face, encouraging me on to do more of what I was doing, or cramming my head as hard as she could against her pussy.

  “Don’t worry,” I told her. “I’m the pilot. I’ll make the decisions.”

  My cock twitched insistently as I held the cheeks of her ass and felt them clench. Alexa moaned, and her juices sprang hot as her pelvis rocked to shove her lips hard against my mouth.

  I still kept a tingling tickle going at the base of her clit, matching a long, hard plunge of my tongue with her thrusts, slow enough each time to make her need more. Until she shouted and thrashed, until her stomach rolled and her whole body clenched and released. Then the tip of my tongue drove in far enough to beat on her soft button.

  She rewarded my effort by clamping my head between her thighs and issuing a wild gush into my mouth. Her phone rang. I didn’t stop. Her back arched and her fingers clawed at my head. My phone rang. She shouted. I didn’t stop.

  Alexa pushed her pelvis hard against my face. Gripping her ass, I held her back enough for her to feel me in charge and buried myself deep in her. The taste and the scent and her wild, pulsing clenches almost made me come.

  I could hear what it was dong to her, and she could feel me grinning at the entrance to her erupting fountain of ecstatic thrill. Her phone rang again. I sucked her clit and she clamped her eyes shut as her luscious thighs crushed my head. Her face and neck glowed bright red as she bit her forearm.

  My phone rang again. Then hers. I could feel her torn between the ebbing tides of ecstasy and the rude calls of the outside world. I tightened my hold on her. I thought her concentration was lost and the spell was broken, but as I held her she trembled again and I smiled, knowing that I could take her up to one more glorious peak.

  She gushed in my mouth and her whole body thrashed as she shouted. Her nails clawed my back. Her fingers raked and pulled in my hair. She shook like the deck of a ship when the turbines kick in.

  She cried out and shouted my name. “Luka. Luka, good GOD, LUKA!”

  When she began to subside, I took her in my arms and held her. She nuzzled against my bicep and she sighed as her fingers trickled downwards to find my cock.

  The sheets and covers were drenched. I was soaked with sweat as well as her nectar. I wrapped her in my arms and she shook like a little bird, letting out trembling sighs and moans. I held her, stroked her hair, and marveled at her until she began to subside. Cradling Alexa in my lap was like seeing a woman shine for the first time.

  She was miraculous and beautiful. I told her so in whispers, breaths into her neck and her ear. I placed soft kisses all over her, amazed and appreciative of the wonder that she was. She stirred in recognition.

  When her eyes fluttered open, we both knew that the world was calling, but I had one long, tender kiss that I had to give her first. Her phone rang. Then mine. Then hers again. Then mine again. We knew what it was. We knew the kiss was more urgent.

  My cock hadn’t lost any of its sense of purpose, or gotten any less angry, but I had the strong sense that our break in the battle, our fantasy night of bliss, was about to be ripped open. Her fingers snaked around the back of my neck as she pulled her wet face closer to mine, and I felt that she knew it too.

  She held my hair and looked in my eye. “We haven’t finished.” Her eyes flickered all over my face as she whispered and traced the line of my jaw, my lips, and my cheekbones with her fingers. I brushed her lips with mine.

  Her other hand pressed its way down my stomach. I had to catch her and stop her. “Another centimeter and I may not be able to stop myself.”

  “Can’t we just let him ring? Switch the phones off?”

  “You think he’ll get calmer and more reasonable while we ignore him?” I was thinking about him, too. Bruto was starting to seem like a problem. Her lips tightened.

  I brushed her lips with mine. She knew this was the beginning of us returning to the real world. She kissed me. Long, hard, deep, and soulful, I felt her pull every part of herself as tight and hard against me as she could.

  At that moment, I would have given anything to just say ‘fuck it’ and switch off the phones. The consequences could have been terrible for her, though, and I couldn’t allow that. I was feeling very committed to protecting her now.

  She wouldn’t break eye contact as the two of us reluctantly parted and hunted out our phones. We looked at the screens. I knew that hers said the same as mine.

  You have 7 missed calls

  And when I listed them, they were all from Bruto. She showed me her phone’s screen. It only listed the number. “Has Bruto not made it into your address book yet?” I joked. Her face showed me the next thoughts she had following on from that.

  Bruto had plans to get himself a lot closer to Alexa than the contacts list on her phone. In her face, I saw her considering what that could involve. I had only got the briefest impression of how Tony had treated her.

  Really, these mob guys all seemed to have such twisted ideas about women.

  Her phone wasn’t showing voicemails. Mine had two. I guessed they were, “Where the fuck are you?” said two different ways. I decided I’d better listen to them before I called him, though.