Bend Me, Daddy
Chapter 59

VEDA

Something warm and wet slid across the side of my throat and I shivered, reaching for the blankets even though I wasn't cold. But someone took my wrist and pressed it down into the mattress beside my head before I could cover myself. I rolled over onto my back as I struggled to open my eyes, to lift my other hand, but that one too was held to the bed.

"Shhh... it's only me, amore."

That voice. I knew that voice. The sound of it made chills dance across my skin even as my stomach clenched with both dread and need. "Luca?"

He shifted both of my wrists to one hand, and I felt his weight settle beside me on the bed. I smelled whiskey on his breath. One of his legs was thrown over mine, pinning me down. "What are you doing?" I demanded, coming more fully awake now.

His answer was to slide his free hand under my shirt, his calloused palm rough against my stomach. "Luca-" My words were cut off as he kissed me, hard, demanding, forcing my mouth to open to him. I moaned as his tongue swept in right as he found my breast, squeezing the heavy mass of it and then pinching the nipple until my hips lifted off the mattress, seeking him out of their own accord.

Turning my head, I broke away from his mouth. "Stop," I told him as he nipped at my jaw. Ah, god. I needed him to stop, or I was going to be lost.

"You don't want me to stop," he rumbled in my ear.

"I do," I protested. This was not how my plan was supposed to go. I was supposed to seduce him. But I knew exactly what he was doing. He was calling my bluff.

Luca just chuckled softly as his hand found my other breast, the nipple straining against his palm like the little fucking traitor it was. Finding the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder, he bit into the muscle, making me jump, then soothed it with kisses.

My breath came in pants, and moisture pooled between my legs. "Luca, please." I tried one more time.

In response, he moved his hand back down my stomach to the waistband of my shorts and easily slid beneath the loose elastic. He moaned against my neck as he pressed the heel of his hand against my womb, his fingers playing with the soft curls for a second before one finger delved between my folds. "Fuck, Veda."

I started to struggle in earnest. I didn't want him to feel how much he turned me on. This was not part of my plan, dammit! He was supposed to fall in love with me, not make me his willing sex slave. "Stop," I told him again, pushing against his shoulders. "Stop!"

"No," he growled, right before his lips captured mine again. Leaning over me, he used his weight to hold me still as he worked another finger between my legs. When he couldn't get as far as he wanted, he tore his mouth from mine. I felt his weight lift off of me, but before I could go anywhere, he was pulling my shorts down my legs. Then my thighs were pushed apart, and his wide shoulders were between them, his arms looping around my thighs and pulling me up to his mouth. I cried out when I felt the first lick of his tongue. "Stop," I moaned. But he only gripped me tighter, ignoring the way I tried to push his head away. Sitting up as much as I could, I started to hit him.

His teeth sank into the inside of my thigh, catching me so much by surprise I instantly stopped. "Ow!"

"Stop fighting me." He licked me from my ass to my clit, and I froze, my breath catching. "Or I swear to god I'll tie you to this fucking bed."

The muscles low in my belly clenched tight at the thought. Then his mouth was on me again, his tongue circling my clit. My womb felt achy and full, clenching and releasing as he moaned his pleasure at the taste of me. A tear slid down my cheek as my fists gripped the comforter.

"Come for me, amore." His voice rumbled against my pussy.

No. No, I wouldn't. I fought it with everything I had. I wouldn't give the bastard the satisfaction, just so he could leave me again.

With a frustrated growl, he released me. But he wasn't done yet.

I heard the rasp of clothing and I scooted back on the bed, planning to jump off the other side and lock myself in the bathroom. But before I could get far, the lamp beside the bed clicked on and his hand clamped down on my ankle.

Luca pulled me back to him, flipping me over until I was on my knees with my back pressed against his front. My shirt was off and on the floor a moment later, and then he twisted us both around, sitting with his back to the headboard with me cradled between his bare legs. I felt his cock against my ass, long and thick and hard, as he wrestled down my arms and hooked his ankles over mine, spreading my legs wide. I felt seared from his heat everywhere our skin touched. "You will come for me," he growled. "And then I'm going to fuck you until you won't be able to move tomorrow without remembering I own every fucking inch of you." "No!"

One strong arm locked down over both of mine as his other hand found my pussy. My hips jumped when he touched me, my body wanting more even as I denied him.

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"God, Veda, you're so fucking wet." Running his fingers through my folds, he found my clit, and I bit down on my lips to keep from crying out. "I can't wait to put my cock inside of you."

My hips were moving, encouraging him, a pain-like pleasure coming in waves low in my belly.

"Come for me, amore."

I shook my head.

"I want to hear you scream my name." He slapped my pussy hard, and my hips bucked up. I was pressing back against him now, trying to raise my hips to his hand. One finger pushed inside of me, his deep groan in my ear the most erotic thing I'd ever heard. "Come for me," he whispered as his fingers found me again. "I want to hear you. I want to feel you lose control."

I tried to stop it, I did. But I couldn't prevent the pulses of pleasure as they crashed over me. My body convulsed as he held me tight to him, but I didn't make a sound other than my harsh breathing. I refused to give him more than that. "Fuck, Veda." His arms loosened around me, but he didn't let me go. He started to get up, to push me down onto my hands and knees, but I tried to stop him. "No! Wait."

His hand pushed me down onto my stomach. I heard the rip of foil, and then he was lifting my hips and I felt the head of his cock slide through the folds of my pussy. It caught me off guard, and I moaned.

"That's a girl." His hand squeezed my hip as he lined himself up. With one thrust he was deep inside of me, so deep I could almost taste him in my throat, and I had to shove my face into the bed to muffle my cry.

Luca stilled, and I could feel his powerful body trembling behind me. "You're so fucking tight." He let out a breath. "God, Veda."

My traitorous body pushed back against him, reveling in the sound of his groan. Wanting to hear more.

He began to move then, sliding out of me only to push back in nice and slow. His hands kneaded my hips and ass, rubbed over my back. It was no use fighting him anymore. I wanted this. Wanted him balls deep inside me. As he gained speed, I met him thrust for thrust.

Pulling out of me, he rolled me over. "I want to see you when I come inside of you," he told me. He kissed me, his hips rolling into mine. "And I want to make you come again."

I spread my legs for him, and he settled between them, nudging my entrance. My heart was racing as I looked up into his blue eyes, darkened with need. With a shove against his broad shoulders, I pushed him off of me and rolled with him until I was on top, my legs straddling his hips.

He allowed me to do it, but his eyes narrowed with suspicion. "What are you doing?"

"You can't take everything from me," I whispered, breathless. "I need to have some power here." I felt the tears come and tried to blink them away, but one slid down my cheek before I could stop it.

Luca reached up and brushed it away with his thumb, then wrapped his fist in my hair and pulled me down for a kiss. Holding me tight to his chest, he guided himself inside of me again. I rolled my hips, testing the new position.

Biting his lower lip, I forced him to let me go and pushed off his hard chest until I was sitting up. His expression was wary as I lifted up and then slid back down his length until I was seated fully. He was so deep, I felt like he was touching the end of my spine.

I started to rock my hips, faster and harder, watching Luca's face as he closed his eyes. Arching my back, I let my head fall, riding him shamelessly, my hair brushing the tops of his thighs. Beneath my palms, I felt the thunder of his heart. Heard his breaths become fast and harsh. His hands tightened on my hips.

I touched myself, gently teasing my swollen clit. Ah, god. I was going to come again.

"Luca!"

He suddenly stiffened beneath me, and I lifted my head to find him staring up at me, eyes wide. Later, I would swear I saw terror streak across his face before he rose up, wrapping me in his arms and rolling me beneath him. He was perfectly still for a long moment, deep inside of me but not moving. His hand was on the back of my head, tucking my face into his neck, his chest rising and falling on a catch with each breath. "What's wrong? Luca?"

His big body shuddered, and then he kissed the top of my head and rolled his hips. "Hang on," he gritted out.

I couldn't move as he pounded into me, fast and deep, his hands in my hair and his weight pushing me into the bed. With one last hard thrust, he cried out as he surrendered to the needs of his body, pushing impossibly deep. And when it was over, he pulled out of me, sat back on his heels, and lifted my hips back to his mouth. With his lips and tongue and teeth, he brought me to orgasm, the pleasure crashing through me so hard I bit my tongue until I tasted blood to keep from crying out his name again.

As I fell back to the bed, exhausted, he kissed my pussy, my inner thighs, the insides of my knees, then lowered my hips and crawled up the bed, pulling me with him. Grabbing the comforter, he pulled it over us both and turned off the lamp. I heard him take off the condom and drop it in the trash beside the nightstand, then he tucked me into him, cradling my head against his chest.

"From now on, you sleep with me. I don't care which fucking bedroom we're in."

Too exhausted to argue, I relaxed against his hard body, my eyelids already closing in sleep.