Semua Bab My Mafia Rival Brother-in-Law Is in My Bed : Bab 81 - Bab 90

"Choose," Luca says, impatience sharpening his voice.I shake my head quickly, staring into his eyes."I’m not choosing."Luca's gaze narrows."You don’t get to refuse everything, Bianca.""I don’t choose any, Luca." My voice trembles despite my effort to steady it. "This is wrong. Don’t you have a conscience?"A laugh escapes him, low and humorless."My conscience?" His expression hardens. "I killed it a long time ago." He pauses, his eyes holding mine. "Fortunately, my woman still has hers. Keeps the balance."My breath catches.My woman. The words strike harder than they should. What does he mean by that?I open my mouth, but Luca turns away before I can ask. He starts toward the bathroom with me in his arms."No." My fingers twist into the front of his shirt. I try to push him away, but my grip only tightens. "Where are you taking me?"He does not answer."Luca…"My voice breaks, but he keeps walking. Every step makes the reality of what is about to happen settle heavier in my che

"Ouchhh—!"The cry tears out of me before I can stop it, my tears falling.The sudden stretch is brutal, forcing me up onto my toes against the sink as my sore core struggles to take all of him.The sting of the spanks throbs across my skin, tangled now with the deeper, overwhelming fullness inside me.My hands slip on the porcelain.Luca holds himself there, buried to the hilt, letting me feel every inch of the claim. His breathing is rough against the side of my neck, and mine comes in broken, uneven pulls.The mirror shows everything.My wet face, the way my body trembles against the sink, and the way his hands grip my hips like he owns them.Then he moves.One slow drag out, and I feel every ridge of him, every thick inch sliding against my slick walls. My mouth falls open, a sound caught somewhere between a gasp and a whimper.He pulls back until only the head remains, teasing and tormenting, and then he slams forward again.The impact drives me up onto my toes. My palms slap aga

Luca kicks the fabric aside, then steps forward until there is nothing left between us.He lifts me again.I immediately lock my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as he carries me into the shower.He twists the knob. Water bursts from the head, so cold I gasp against Luca's shoulder, then rapidly warms.Luca steps under the spray with me wrapped around him.Water sluices over us, plastering my hair to my cheeks, running in rivulets between my breasts and down the place where our bodies are pressed together.Then he steps forward and pins me hard against the tiled wall.Luca gives me no time to adjust.He thrust to the hilt."Ah—fuck!" a raw cry rips from my throat, the sound half-swallowed by the hiss of the water.Luca looks into my eyes.For a fraction of a second, something close to worry flashes through the storm in his gaze, but gone almost as soon as it appears.Then his hand moves to the back of my head, fingers tightening in my hair with deliberate control, and

The water has gone cold around us, but Luca does not let me go immediately.He keeps me pinned against the tile, our bodies still connected, the thick heat of him throbbing inside me as aftershocks ripple through both of us.We are still shaking. His forehead rests against mine, and our breaths mingle in the narrow space between us. Uneven at first, then gradually slowing.Only when mine begins to steady does he shift.Carefully, he eases out of me.The slow withdrawal draws a soft, involuntary sound from my throat.My legs nearly give out when he sets me down. I have to brace a hand against the wet tile to stay upright, the residual tremor in my thighs impossible to hide.Just then, Luca's arm wraps around my middle from behind, pulling me back against him. His wet chest presses to my spine, solid and warm, his heartbeat steady against me, maddeningly calm, as if he were not the same man who just took me apart."Can you stand?" His voice is low near my ear. I nod, even as my knees th

For a moment I can’t move.Shame and nerves tangle tight in my chest. My grip is awkward, too light, and more touching than holding.I search Luca's face for impatience or anything that shows his displeasure and find only that same focused intensity watching every shift of my expression."I don’t…" My voice is small, barely more than breath. "I don’t know how you like it."Luca’s hand covers mine. He doesn’t take over completely. He guides.His fingers press over mine, firm and sure, forcing my grip tighter around the thick heat of him.The size fills my palm, heavy, velvet-smooth, and so hot it startles me. I can’t believe I’m holding him like this.Every subtle pulse of his cock throbs against my skin, alive and insistent, making my stomach twist with nerves and something darker.Then he moves our hands together.The stroke is slow and deliberate, from the thick base all the way up to the flushed tip. The drag of skin over strained hardness makes his breath leave him in a low, rough