Chapter 114: She Is My Wife

His hand came up, fingers wrapping around her jaw. His thumb pressed into the soft curve beneath her ear, tilting her face upward so she had no choice but to look at him.

“You fuck anyone else,” he said, “I’m setting us both on fire. Don’t test me.”

Her lips curved. “You wanna say that again,” she murmured, “and imagine it coming from my mouth?”

His fingers tightened.

The thought hit him. Someone else’s hands on her. Someone else’s mouth.

It cut deeper than he had expected.

“Vee…I can’t… I can’t get out of it. I cannot avoid it. She is my wife.”

“Then you shouldn’t have bothered with me in the first place,” she shot back immediately. The heat in her eyes was hurt laid bare. “We are trapped with each other. You fuck someone else, I fuck someone else.”

“Tell me,” Luca said suddenly, stepping back just enough to create space before delivering the blow he knew would wound, “which one of us paid fucking ten million for the other?”

Her eyes went cold.

Then her hand moved.

The crack of her palm against his face echoed in the room.

It snapped his head to the side.

“Get the hell away from me, you fucking asshole.”

Luca slowly turned his face back toward her. “I’m not leaving until we sort this out,” Luca said.

Veronica tried to shove past him anyway.

She hit him in the chest, once, twice, again, her fists striking the hard wall of muscle beneath his shirt. “Let me go! Let me go!”

He caught her wrists mid-swing. His fingers wrapped around them firmly. She struggled, dark blonde hair falling across her face in disarray.

“Vee,” he said, turning her around so her back was to him, pulling her against his chest. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. It was stupid. I’m sorry.”

“Let go of me!” she demanded again, her body tense in his hold.

“I can’t.”

He bent his head, pressing his mouth to the curve of her neck. His lips lingered against her skin, warm against the pulse beating there.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured again, another kiss just below her ear. “I’m sorry, babe.”

He repeated it, each word brushing against her skin with heat. The anger that had coiled between them began to unravel slowly, thread by thread. Her fists, once rigid, started to lose their fight. Her shoulders sagged, exhaustion replacing fury.

“You can’t take what you dish, can you?” she said finally. “And then every time you throw the fact that you bought me right at my face.”

He released her hands and gently swept her hair back from her face, exposing her neck again. “I can’t have anyone else touch you, Vee,” he said. “I can’t.” His lips moved over her skin again. “If I could get out of this marriage, I would,” he continued. “But I can’t.”

His hand slid beneath the hem of her shirt, palm flattening against the warmth of her stomach first, fingers splaying there. He moved slowly. His touch traveled upward until he found the curve of her breast beneath the fabric.

“All I can think about is you,” he said. “You’ve become the reason I breathe. Bambola…” he breathed.

“Luca… don’t.” She reached for his hands where they held her breasts, fingers curling around his wrists. “You can’t do this to me and fly away to…”

“Please… forgive me for every sin. The ones I have committed and the ones I will commit. If I had met you a year ago, I’d marry you in a heartbeat.”

His fingers moved down her torso impatiently, skimming her waist, catching the button of her jeans. He undid it. The zipper followed in a soft, treacherous sound that seemed louder than it was.

“Luca…” She struggled again.

“Don’t deny me.” His mouth brushed the shell of her ear. “I’ve wanted you all day. I can’t take days away without being inside you.” He slid his hand inside her jeans and stilled. “You’ve wanted me too.” His fingers found warmth and readiness that betrayed her protests. She was his.

Her breath hitched, then broke into a soft, helpless sound that trembled through her. The moan slipped out, confirming everything he had already known.

He exhaled slowly against her neck. “You feel what I feel,” he murmured.

He pushed her jeans lower with firm inevitability, until they pooled halfway down her thighs. His hand moved with more urgency inside her while his other hand freed himself.

Veronica bent forward in surrender to sensation. Her fingers gripped the head of the sofa. The world narrowed to the pressure of his touch, the heat of his body against her back, the way his breath grew heavier with every second.

“You’re mine,” he said quietly. “Do you understand that? Mine.”

Luca replaced his fingers with his cock. His hand slid to her lower back, pressing her down further, guiding her into the exact angle he wanted.

Vee cried out. Her fingers reached back instinctively, gripping his thighs as he thrust forward with force that bordered on desperate. He caught the fabric of her shirt in his fist and pulled, arching her spine, reshaping her posture to suit his need. The new angle sent a shock through her, a place inside her responding that she had not known existed until him.

Her eyes fluttered shut, her body yielding to the rhythm he set. The room blurred. The argument dissolved into the overwhelming awareness of him. The way he filled her. The way he moved.

“Oh God…You feel that? You feel what you do to me? You get better and better,” he muttered, his forehead briefly dropping to her shoulder. “Take that fucking cock, Bambola.”

Vee’s mouth parted helplessly, breath coming in broken pulls. Words dissolved into gasps. The stretch of him, the relentless rhythm, the intensity of his focus made everything else insignificant. She tightened around him because her body refused to do anything else.

“Yes… yes…” she breathed.

He felt the way she clenched around him. The way she trembled. A dark satisfaction flickered across his face because she responded only to him this way.

He pulled her upright suddenly, hands firm on her hips, bringing her back against his chest. Her legs closed, trapping him deeper, the sensation intensifying for both of them without breaking the rhythm he maintained. The new closeness changed everything. It was no longer just force.

His mouth found her neck, biting, breathing her in. “You think I’d go to Vienna and forget this?” he murmured against her skin. “You think I’d lie in another bed and not feel you around me?”

“I’m cumming, Luca,” she gasped. “I’m cumming. Please… I’m cumming.”

His finger slid inside her, guiding, urging, demanding her surrender.

“Remember this when I’m gone,” he said. “Remember who makes you feel like this.”

“You give me your cum babe, only me,” Luca growled against her ear, his voice thick with need and something far more fragile beneath it. “I’ll worship you for the rest of my life. Just give only me.”

Vee’s body answered. Her release tore through her with a force that left her shaking, her cry echoing through the room, stripped of restraint.

“That’s it,” Luca breathed. “That’s it, gorgeous. No one else makes me feel like this. No one touches me the way you do,” he added, the rhythm of his movements turning urgent as his own release surged closer. He buried his face against her neck, teeth sinking into her skin as his body gave in violently. “God help me,” he muttered hoarsely against her skin. “I’m going to die on this hill.”

Vee laughed.

It was breathless and startled, bubbling out of her in the middle of the wreckage of what they had just done.

Behind her, Luca stilled for half a second before swatting her sharply on the backside.

“Oh, that’s funny, huh?” he muttered, still catching his breath, his chest rising and falling heavily against her back. A faint shiver ran through him, the aftermath still coursing through his muscles.

“Actually,” she said, trying and failing to suppress another laugh, “it is.”

He exhaled slowly, steadying himself, before turning her in his arms to face him. For a moment he just looked at her. Flushed skin. Eyes bright from release and emotion. His hand came up to cradle her face.

Then he kissed her.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against hers.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’ll think of a way you can pay me back,” she said softly.

He kissed her again

“I’ll give you anything, babe. Just ask me, anything,” he said.

“Be safe,” she said simply. “And come back to me.”

He reached for her waist, pulling her flush against him.

“Always,” he said. “Fucking always.”

She stepped back from him then, bent to pull her jeans back up.

Luca zipped himself up.

She turned toward her bag on the chair, rummaging through it until she found the small white box she had tucked inside earlier that morning. She opened it and pulled out the blister pack.

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