Todos los capítulos de Bend Me Daddy: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

He studied me a moment longer, then he ran the pouf down my torso, between my breasts, from my chest to my stomach. I watched him as his eyes followed the trail he made. Watched as his nostrils flared and his breath came louder and faster. His cock, already half hard, swelled to an impressive size.Apparently, he wasn't as all business as I'd thought. And I wasn't sure how that made me feel. I mean, physically? Sure. But emotionally…no.Squatting down in front of me, he washed my stomach, legs, feet—and everything in between—slowly and methodically. And when he straightened to his full height and his eyes met mine again, something had changed within them. There was knowledge there now that hadn't been there before. Knowledge of me. And I supposed he could probably say the same of mine. I stared at his chest, spotting a few gray hairs in the light dusting of golden brown. I had to forcibly keep my eyes from wandering down his hard stomach to that sexy "V" at his hips, and lower...He v

LUCAI hit the button that would lower the shades over the window behind my desk. The sun was beginning to set, and it was glaring off my monitor. Not that I was getting anything done.I couldn't stop thinking about Veda. More than once, I wanted to get up and go check on her. See how she was doing. Make sure she'd eaten and check the bruises my hands had left on her neck. I rubbed my jaw, wondering if I should call in my private physician to look at her. Then I expelled a harsh breath, pushing down any lingering feelings of guilt, or at least I tried.Suddenly, I threw my arm across my desk in a rush of anger, knocking my keyboard and papers to the floor. I didn't know who I was angry with, Veda or myself. With a curse, I sat back in my chair and scrubbed my face with my hands. I couldn't get attached to this woman.I could NOT.And what the fuck was it about her that made her haunt me the way she did after knowing her all of a day?Rising from my chair, I walked over to the side tab

Finally, she stopped trying to deny it. Backing away a step, then two, she slapped a hand over her mouth to try to stifle the scream that tore from her throat as her legs gave out and she collapsed.I caught her before she hit the balcony, gathering her up in my arms and carrying her to one of the chairs. Sitting her on my lap, I held her tight, but even I couldn't contain the explosion of grief that burst from her. Her sobs wracked through me, her entire body convulsing violently with each one, a slave to her heartbreak. I rubbed her back and let her cry. She didn't even notice when Lisa opened the patio door, concern etched on her face. I waved her away, certain Veda wouldn't want anyone else to see her like this. She popped back out with a box of tissues, then disappeared inside the house.Veda cried until the front of my shirt was soaked with her tears and she was too exhausted to continue. Even so, I expected her to jump out of my lap as soon as she realized who was holding her,

Pulling the shirt I was wearing aside, he moved down over my collarbone and tried to go lower. Then, with a sound of impatience, he rose over me and pulled my shirt up and off with quick, impatient jerks.I wasn't wearing a bra. I only had the one I was wearing when he'd brought me here, and I had no idea what he'd done with the clothes I'd had on that night. As he sat back on his heels and looked at me as though he was seeing me for the first time, I held my breath, my body trembling, my focus completely on him. Luca's tongue wet his bottom lip as he stared at me, then he cupped one of my breasts, his palm rough with calluses. He squeezed, hefting the weight in his hand before pinching the nipple and releasing it to do the same on the other side. Bending over me, he sucked my nipple into his mouth, hot and wet and demanding as he teased the nub until it was painfully hard and I was squirming on the bed beneath him.Streaks of pleasure shot through my body, filling the emptiness, rep

VEDARage roared through my body until I trembled with it. It heated my face as I stomped down the hall away from Luca's room, trying doorknobs as I went, wearing only the comforter off the bed because I refused…fucking refused...to put on anything of his.Technically, the comforter was his, too. I knew that. But since it only touched the sheets and not his bare skin, it didn't count. Or, at least, that's how I rationalized it to myself in my broken mind.He'd left me. Just fucking left me there. But first he'd made me come harder than I ever had in my life. Then the bastard had pulled on his pants, grabbed his shirt off the floor, and strolled out of the room like nothing at all had fucking happened.Left me on the bed with my bare ass in the air, my skin hot and throbbing from his hand, my overly sensitive breasts aching, and my pussy clenched with the need to be fucked until I had a concussion from my head smashing into the headboard.But it wasn't just the physical craving. Or the