Page 8 of Retribution

“You’re so fucking wet,” he crooned.

I hadn’t realized just how toned and lean Luca was. Of course he towered over me a great deal, but I never expected his shoulders to be this wide or his muscles to be so defined. His abs were a washboard of hard knobs with a V-line which stretched down to the base of his dick. I grabbed his wristed and pulled his hand from caressing my clit, pulling him along with me to the sofa.

“I want to feel your weight atop of me as your dick enters me,” I said. “Just fuck me now, that’s what I need.”

I lay on the sofa and pulled him down as I opened my thighs for his entry. Briefly, I forgot my grief, as anticipation washed over me. He entered me, his thick shaft filling my ready pussy. I loved the feel of his dick ring as he entered me. The cold metal rubbing my flesh almost sprung me off the sofa.

“God damn it, you feel good inside my pussy!”

I heard him groan as he sank deeply into me and I wrapped my legs around him, wanting to feel his closeness. Pleasure rushed through me like waves, making me shudder. What began at a slow cadence quickly became a fast tempo. I squeezed his ass, urging him to fuck me deep.

“Yes, just like that!” I groaned.

“You like that?” he gritted. “You like this dick inside your sweet pussy?”

He pulled halfway out and stopped, dipping his head and sucking on my nipple.

“Fuck!” I groaned.

He then slammed into my belly and pulled back out, sucking on my neck this time. I tightened my legs around his hips, pulling him back inside. Our mouths met in a demanding kiss as he filled me again. Our bodies began moving together in rhythm, the fapping sound filling the apartment. Our breaths and groans making sensual music while sweat dripped from his chest onto mine.

Chapter 6

Luca

Pacing Ciara’s living room, I was worried that she might be doing something drastic. She should not be alone, and I had no idea where she’d gone. I awoke to an empty apartment where her motorcycle keys were missing. I still thought we should inform the Boss, but it was her call. At least I’d try to round up a few guys that we could trust and have them find out whatever they could. Having our own investigative team on the streets, meant that finding the one responsible for this was a piece of cake. Once I sent word out on the streets, about a dozen men returned my call right away.

Now it was the middle of the night and Ciara had left without saying a word. Knowing her, she was out there hunting her brother’s killer alone when I should be with her. I was also afraid that our love making was too soon. We hadn’t discussed anything of the sort before and I wasn’t sure where her headspace was. I wanted her to be mine, but she’d shrugged me off anytime I got close.

Close to daylight, the key turned in the door and I rushed to it. She looked up at me surprised as though she wasn’t expecting me.

“You’re still here?” she quipped.

“Yes,” I returned. “You left without saying anything. I was worried.”

Brushing past me, she dropped her keys on the side table and turned to face me. “Why?”

“Ciara, it’s the middle of the night and you just left like that.”

She scoffed. “You don’t need to worry just because we had a moment.”

“A moment?” I repeated disbelievingly. “A moment.”

“Yes. What did you think it was?”

“Shouldn’t we talk about what happens now between us?”

Ciara sighed. “Look Luca. I’m tired, and there is nothing to discuss. There is no us. It was a moment, nothing else. Okay?” She began to walk away.

“Ciara…”

“See you in a few hours. Close the door behind you.”

She disappeared down the passage and I heard the bedroom door slam shut. Although I wasn’t surprised, her words still stung. She was a different person from earlier that night. I picked up my jacket and walked to the door, pausing and looking down the passage before stepping out and closing the door behind me.

“Fuck!” I muttered.

I knew she was grieving, and I should have controlled the situation rather than giving into my base desires. But damn, the woman was sexy, and I was falling in love with her. Now, she may never want anything to do with me.