Page 43 of Ruthless Truths
Another thing I can blame on Luca.
Justine leaves me to get out on the third floor, and I continue up to the fourth. I barely have the door shut behind me before I’m stripping off my clothes, heading straight for the shower.
I twist the faucet handle, releasing a stream of water. I quickly untie my hair, take a fresh towel from the nearby shelf and hang it on the hook, then check the temperature of the spray with my toe before committing to step in. I can feel the warmth spread through my tense and sore muscles as I ease myself into the shower.
Rinsing off the sweat comes first, then I fill my palm with Luca’s body wash. As I rub the lather of bubbles under my arms, then over my shoulders and down my chest, I can’t help from squeezing a little harder around my breasts that ache nearly as much as my deprived pussy.
Moving further under the spray, I wash away the soap and let my hands wander downward, past my hips before spreading my lower lips apart with my middle finger as it searches for the bundle of nerves that needs some serious loving.
Using circular motions, I rub over my clit, my body already shivering with the anticipation of release. Stepping back, I rest my head and back against the tile wall and close my eyes, inhaling Luca’s sandalwood scent from the lingering soap and remembering when he was in here with me. How he meticulously undressed me, cleansed my body of all that I wished to forget, and made me feel more cherished than I have in my entire life.
I imagine him still kneeling before me, lifting my leg and dragging his tongue along my center over and over again until I cry out, all while demanding more from me as he devours my body, commanding every inch until I’ve melted beneath his hands.
Only when I can barely breathe from need, when my legs shake so badly that I can hardly stand, do I open my eyes, water droplets clinging to my lashes. But I find myself still alone in the steaming shower, and it’s not Luca’s tongue lavishing my pussy, it’s my own hand.
A disappointing reality to return to, but that doesn’t stop me from finishing the job or letting my eyelids flutter closed once more so that I can return to the fantasy I’ve conjured.
This time, it’s no longer Luca’s face between my legs, but his hard cock, and when he thrusts inside me, I see stars.
“Harder, Luca,” I beg, so close to the orgasm I know I won’t survive without.
“How hard can you handle, Raven?”
The heady words wash over me, and I moan again, proud of how real this moment feels. How close he sounds and how his warmth wraps around me, drawing me further into the moment I only wish was true.
With a curl of my own fingers and extra pressure on my clit, I’m seconds away from a fiery release when I feel a steady touch on my shoulder that begins to travel down the arm of the hand currently between my legs.
A scream is seconds from ripping out of my lungs as I open my eyes. Only, no sound escapes from between my lips. Instead, they form into an “O” of surprise, and I blink rapidly, tempted to slap myself across the face to be certain this is real.
Luca stands just inches away from me, naked as the day he was born and fucking glorious. Well, all except for the dark spots of something I’m nearly certain is blood dotting his face and hands.
Still, I don’t let that deter me. My gaze sweeps over his broad shoulders, then down his muscled chest and stomach to find his cock standing at attention.
My tongue darts out, imagining what it would be like to taste him, but before I can make a move, Luca is invading my space, picking me up and pressing my back harder against the tile wall. “I asked you a question, and you didn’t answer me.”
His tone is forceful, but there isn’t a part of me that is afraid. He might be a murderer, but if there’s one thing that I’m certain of right now, Luca will never lay a hand on me. Not to hurt me.
I try to think back to his question, but considering I thought I was daydreaming, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be answering.
“How long were you watching me?” I ask, trying to change the conversation as I tighten my legs around his waist.
“Long enough.” His fingers dig into my ass cheeks. “I asked you how hard can you handle, Raven, and I expect an answer. You don’t get to make yourself come in my shower without my permission. If you want it harder, and you’re saying my name, then it may as well be me that gives you the release you desire. But you need to tell me. What do you want from me? My fingers, my mouth, my cock?”
Before I can answer, his face is moving closer to mine, and I prepare for him to kiss me, but instead, his head tilts to the side and he drags his tongue up the column of my neck. His teeth scrape over my sensitive skin, and another moan escapes from my lips.
“Are you going to answer me, Raven? Or are you going to merely tremble in my arms until I’ve grown bored?” he grumbles in my ears.
I grind myself over his stomach, impatient for the release I was so fucking close to claiming before he interrupted me. More than that, I just need for him to actually touch me where I need it most.
“I want your cock,” I finally say with a confidence that surprises even me. “I want you to fuck me, Luca. Right here, right now, in this shower until I can’t see straight.”
He grips my chin between his fingers and doesn’t speak until he seems certain he has my full attention. “You’re absolutely sure that’s what you want? What you can handle?”
My hips tilt forward, desperate for any kind of friction they give my throbbing center. “More sure than I am about anything else in my life right now.”
The rumble that echoes from his chest has my breaths coming faster.
Luca doesn’t hesitate a second time in following through on my command. He lifts me higher until his cock is positioned at my pussy. I wiggle in his grasp, needing to feel him stretching my insides more than I’ve ever needed anything else.