Semua Bab My Mafia Rival Brother-in-Law Is in My Bed : Bab 51 - Bab 60

I can't answer.I can only cling to him, my legs locked around his waist, my body taking everything he gives.The wall scrapes against my back with every thrust.The room is nothing but shadows and the sound of skin against skin, wet, rhythmic, and devastating.My moans spill out broken and helpless, turning into sharp screams every time he drives into me harder.Luca has me pinned completely.One of his large hands is locked around both of my wrists above my head, holding them against the cold wall. The other grips my thigh, keeping my leg wrapped tightly around his waist as he takes me without mercy.Every deep, punishing thrust forces the rough plaster to drag against my bare skin.The sting mixes with the overwhelming stretch of him inside me until I can no longer tell where the pain ends and the pleasure begins.My body is trembling violently.Tears have already gathered at the corners of my eyes, but I can’t stop the sounds tearing from my throat."Luca—" His name comes out crac

Bianca: ~~~ I wake to sunlight. It streams through the floor-to-ceiling window, bright and unforgiving. For a moment I don’t move. My body feels heavy, thoroughly used, and aching in places I didn’t even know could ache. Every muscle protests the smallest shift. And there’s a deep, lingering soreness between my thighs that makes my breath catch when I try to close my legs beneath the sheets. My mind is foggy, struggling to understand where I am. Then I feel it. The weight of an arm wrapped tightly around my waist. Strong. Heavy. Possessive in a way that makes my heart shutter. A bare, muscular chest pressed against my bare back, the steady rhythm of someone else’s breathing stirring the hair at the nape of my neck. My breathing stops. Slowly, I look down at the arm locked around me. Strong. Powerful. Covered in dark, intricate tattoos that I now know by heart. Luca. I stiffen. Oh God. Luca is in my bed. My brother-in-law is in my bed. The thought alone makes my heart slam

"You don't order me around in my own house." Luca stops at the footboard, watching me. "But after last night..." His mouth curves faintly. "I might let it slide.""Don't talk about last night," I choke out, fresh tears spilling over my burning cheeks. "Don't you dare speak about it. You used me. You trapped me here and took advantage of—""I took advantage?" Luca cuts in, his voice rising into a sharp, dangerous bark that instantly silences me. "Don't play innocent with me now," he mutters, his gray eyes flashing with cold amusement. "I didn't force you into anything last night. You begged me. You screamed my name. So loud the nearest town heard you. You didn't give a damn about Marco!""You…" I whisper, my voice cracking, trembling with a mixture of rage and overwhelming humiliation. "How could you do this to me... to your own brother?"Luca chuckles, a low, dark rumble that sends a shudder down my spine. He looks at me the way a predator looks at a trapped, bleeding animal."Now you

I discard the sheets and stop in front of the bathroom mirror, naked. The woman staring back at me looks like someone who has been taken apart and put back together wrong. My hair is a disaster, tangled, and wild. My lips are swollen. Dark marks bloom across my collarbone, and the upper swell of my breast, where Luca bit and sucked last night, is already turning a deep plum color. I reach up and touch it lightly. The ache radiates straight through my chest, sharp and intimate. "Mine. He had said," I whisper to my reflection, pressing my palm over the collection of marks and hickeys as if I can somehow push the memory back into my skin and erase it. "More like his to torment." Tears sting my eyes, but I force myself to look up and blink them back hard. "Not again. I will not cry again. Luca doesn't deserve a single tear." Right now I need to make sure there is no evidence of last night. How do I get a morning-after pill immediately? In this isolated place, under Luca's control?

The intrusion is sudden and deep.Pain flares instantly through my sore, swollen core, tearing a raw cry from my throat."Please…" My tears fall as I grab his wrist again, trying desperately to stop him.He doesn’t stop.He adds a second finger, stretching me carefully but without mercy. "Ahh!" I cry out louder this time, the sound high and helpless. My nails dig into his forearm as the dual sensations of pain and unwanted fullness overwhelm me."Does it hurt?" he asks again, his voice now low, clinical, and terrifyingly possessive.He moves his fingers slowly, feeling every swollen, tender inch of me. "You’re still swollen.""I said I'm fine!" I lie through gritted teeth, even as tears spill down my cheeks."Hmm." Luca nods.Then, he curls his fingers slightly, hitting a spot, and a broken sound escapes me. My body, traitorous and oversensitive, begins to react despite the pain.Heat sparks low in my belly far too quickly. I try to fight it, clamping down, turning my face away, but h