Forever Lies

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My breathing became shallow as my eyes raked down his sculpted body. Every aspect was absolute perfection—tanned, olive skin with a smattering of black hair on his chest trailing down his taut stomach to where his thick shaft pointed eagerly toward me. Everything about him was solid and powerful—there wasn’t a soft place on his body. “Let’s get you in the shower before I bend you over the sink.” His voice was a guttural growl, a testament to his tenuous grip over his control. I stepped inside the stall, reveling in the scalding water and warm cloud of steam as it helped heat my frozen body. Once my hair was wet, Luca poured shampoo into his hand and had me step out of the stream of water. His thick fingers scrubbed my scalp, lathering the soap through my long hair. To keep myself steady, my hands came out to hold onto his sides, which flexed and twitched under my fingers. Fascinated with the movement of his body, my hands trailed over to his abs, fingertips grazing along the curves and dips of each muscle. “Rinse,” he barked, and my eyes snapped up to his face. He was on the very edge of his control, dangling from a single thread. I leaned my head back and rinsed the suds from my hair, feeling the water trail between my breasts and along my body where I sensed his piercing gaze. When I opened my eyes, Luca was fisting his c**k, lazily stroking over the thick, red tip. Taking the bar of soap, he lathered his hands before bringing them up to massage my aching breasts, his thumbs swiping past my peaked n*****s. My body arched into his hands, the feel of his touch more consuming than I could have imagined. Abandoning his restraint, Luca let lose a savage growl and hefted me into his arms. “I only meant to wash you, to help you get that asshole’s touch off you, but I can’t do it. I need to f**k you, Alessia.” He moved us under the spray of water to rinse away the soap, then pressed my back against the cool tile, and I gasped, arching away from the cold. He used my movement to take my breast into his warm mouth, sucking angrily at the flesh. When he released me with an audible pop, the sensation sent a zing of pleasure straight to my core. “Wait, Luca. I’m on the pill, but what about protection?” I asked breathlessly. “I had myself checked after our ride in the elevator.” “Presumptuous.” “Confident.” “What about me? I haven’t been checked since my last annual.” “Have you gone bare since then?” he asked, teeth clenched at the suggestion. “No.” His lips pulled back in a predator’s grin before he dropped his hips and impaled me against the wall. I gasped deeply, my head pushing back against the tile to help ease the pressure from his intrusion. Luca leaned in to nip and suck at my neck, easing out of me before pressing back inside in a slow but steady rhythm. “I’m the only one who gets to mark you,” he ground out as his thrusts picked up speed. “Anyone else f*****g touches you, and I will bury them.” His words stoked the fire building inside me, and I clung to his shoulders to keep from incinerating. His scalding touch, the heat pulsing in my core— it was too much. I could feel the flames licking, burning my insides. I was going to ignite, and I wasn’t sure I would survive the inferno. Not as the girl I’d been. The blaze between us was life-altering, but there was no way to back out now. Luca pounded inside me, stoking the flames, and I could feel parts of me going molten and fusing to Luca, welding us together. I panted and clawed, overcome with the magnitude of sensation as the fire engulfed me, and I exploded into flame. My muscles seized, twitching and contracting as fiery pleasure coursed through my veins. I only vaguely noticed when Luca grunted his release. Pulling me tightly against him, he trembled as his c**k pulsed inside me, and my flames slowly burned themselves out. There was no fuel left for the fire, only rubble. I lay against him, smoldering in the ashes of the girl I’d been only moments before. Never in a million years would I have thought s*x could be transformative, but that was before Luca. I knew deep in my bones, as I clung to his shoulders, water dripping from our quivering bodies, that my life would never be the same. OceanofPDF.com 13 Alessia “How did you find me under the bridge?” I asked as we recovered in my bed some minutes later. Luca lay on his back with me draped over him, my head on his shoulder as I listened to his thudding heartbeat. “One of the security guards told me you had left the building.” “You asked a security guard about me?” “No, he called me to tell me you’d left.” “Why would he do that?” “Because I paid him to.” “What? Why?” I lifted onto my elbow and stared down at Luca, his face impassive. “Does it matter?” he asked somberly. “Yes, I want to know what’s going on here.” I searched his face, trying to figure out what to make of his admission. “I told you I’m not like most men. When I see something I want, I go after it, whether that means an unexpected elevator mishap or coincidental meetings on the street. I’m that way in all aspects of my life. If there is a business venture I want to take part in, I ensure it happens. I will never sit by and simply hope good fortune falls into my lap.” Was he telling me he’d set up the elevator malfunction just to talk with me? And he’d … what … paid the security guards to keep an eye on me? Holy s**t. Was I horrified or flattered? My gaze dropped from his face down to where his hand rested against his chest, his knuckles raw and bloody. Luca had kept tabs on me, and that had saved me. My stomach clenched viciously to think of what would have happened had he not come after me. Getting up from the bed, I retrieved a first aid kit in the bathroom and sat cross-legged on the bed next to him. “Let me clean up your hands,” I said softly as I twisted the cap off a tube of ointment and took his hand in mine. I glanced up, and our eyes met. His obsidian gaze flashed with lust so tangible, it stirred goosebumps across my skin. I offered a shy smile, and he smirked back. “I take it that means I’m forgiven?”