Wrongfully Yours

CHAPTER 5

Snow met Luca in the garden during her evening Walk; Mr Bruce was gone before she woke up that morning, and she didn't ask questions about his whereabouts because she knew how he travelled occasionally. This was the right opportunity for her to get to know Luca better.

"You are nothing like your father, Luca. Isn't it surprising that you turned out to be the better version of your father?

"I am different from my father in every aspect; we do not see eye to eye on some matters. I admire his dexterity and tenacity, but I hate how he handles his women.

I see he hit you last night. Luca moved towards Snow, lifted her chin, and stared at the bruises on her neck.

"I do not like to judge, but I wanted to know what a young and beautiful lady like you would think about marrying a man twice her age. Was it for financial security? Because I know for sure it wasn't for love.

"My father's company went bankrupt when he got involved with the wrong people; many of his major investors pulled out their resources.

He then took a Loan from your father, and when my dad couldn't pay back the Loan, Bruce took me as repayment.

I bet you thought I was a gold digger when your father introduced me as his wife. Snow waited for a reply while she was lost in his eyes. His body was charming.

His voice was calm, and his hands were as soft as a newborn's. She stared at his lips, wondering what it would taste like.

"I was blinded by your beauty, so I wasn't thinking anything; from the moment I laid eyes on you, I felt some connection I cannot explain; your presence brought calmness to my soul, and your skin radiated like the Sun.

Come with me; I have something to show you. Luca gently pulls Snow as he leads the way to his room.

"Your room looks like an art gallery. Are you an artist? Snow was left in awe when she entered Luca's Room. She felt a little fear, but her thoughts comforted her.

"I am not an artist, Ma'am. I love art and like collecting pieces so I can connect with Famous artists.

Luca brought out an old photo album and handed it over to Snow.

"Here are photos of my mom from when she was a spinster until she died. I couldn't understand the type of connection I had with you the first time we met, but it is because you remind me so much of her.

Snow was speechless when she flipped through the photos. Truly, she looked like Luca's mom, and they styled their hair the same way. The resemblance was uncanny.

"I was 10 years old when my mom died, and I didn't get a chance to know who my biological father was. I do not think much of it, though, because Bruce neglected me for one day; he ensured I had the best of everything.

Snow stood up and walked towards the wind, staring at the beautiful garden. Luca interrupted her thoughts with a question she was expecting him to ask her.

"So tell me, were you in any relationships before you married my dad?

"I broke up with my boyfriend on the eve of my wedding. I caught him making out with my best friend, Edna. I have no better way to explain the pain than what I felt that day; the pain was sharper than a knife cut.

"I can relate to how you feel, Snow. The night I was going to propose to my girlfriend, I caught her riding on my best friend in his apartment. It took me years to heal from that hurt, and I never trusted anyone from that day onward.

Luca noticed Snow was distancing herself and trying hard to avoid eye contact with him; she stood by his window, looking outside as if she were lost in thought.

"The room is big enough for me and you; you do not have to stand by the window all day; you can leave if you are uncomfortable.

"What would you do differently if I told you I was uncomfortable staying in your room?

"What would possibly make you uncomfortable, my lady, the way I look at you, or is it that you cannot resist me if I come closer to you?

Luca stood up from the couch and walked closer to Snow. He stood behind her and held her passionately.

"You shouldn't be doing this, Luca. I am your father's wife, and he'll kill Us both if he finds us in this compromising position.

"Tell me to stop, and I'll do so immediately. Tell me you don't like how I hold you, and I will not do it again.

Luca had his lips on her ears as he whispered sweet words; this turned her on. She was vulnerable at this point, and she wanted Luca to get her laid on his bed.

He kissed her ears softly, had his tongue rolling on her neck, kissed and caressed her, and squeezed her breast softly. Snow was already wet in her pants; no man had ever made her feel that way, not even Jackon.

"May I take you to my bed, my lady?

"Yes. Snow replied in a faint tone; she was already aroused. Luca lifted her gently, dropped her on his bed, removed her clothes, and rolled his tongue on her firm n*****s. Snow was over the moon because she couldn't contain the excitement.

She had never felt this intense pleasure; Luca kissed her from her n*****s down to her belly and buried his head in her v****a. He went down on her with Ice cubes and watched her as she moaned nonstop when he gave her a good Head.

He watched her legs tremble when he rolled his tongue and ice cubes on her c******s; the pleasure was out of this World.

Snow was having the time of her life when the door opened and someone walked in.