The Marriage Debt (De Vos Mafia #2)(73)

“Are you a good little slut?” I groan, pricking her with the knife.

She sucks in a breath when the point punctures her skin.

“You can take it, bunny. I know you can,” I say.

And when I thrust in deep, I carve a letter right above her mound.

L.

Her moan drowns out the cry in her voice.

Again, another thrust.

U.

The look in her eyes is a mixture of panic and pure orgasmic enjoyment, and it riles me up beyond belief, so I thrust in deep.

C.

She gasps, her fingers scrunching up the blanket underneath.

A.

“What does it say?” I growl.

“Luca,” she responds, completely delirious from the conflicting sensations.

I circle her clit with my thumb. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You.”

I throw the knife aside and thrust my dick inside so hard, her eyes roll into the back of her head, and the loudest moan escapes her throat.

“Yes, that’s it, bunny. Come all over my cock like a good girl,” I groan.

And as she falls apart underneath me, I keep circling her clit and thrusting while I pick up a tiny drop of blood from the carving and bring it to my mouth. My tongue dips out to take a lick, and the taste sends me into ecstasy.

Groaning out loud, I grasp her by the waist, arch my back, and come inside her, filling her up to the brim. It’s the best feeling in the world, not just to take what finally belongs to me, but that she’s giving it to me freely … willingly … knowing what kind of a monster I really am.

I lean over her and press a sultry kiss to her neck, and her body tilts up to meet mine, so I drag my lips all the way to hers and claim her mouth too.

“You asked for it. I’ve shown you who I am, Jill,” I whisper. “Do you regret that decision?”

Her lips shudder, but she still softly shakes her head.

“It won’t ever be enough,” I whisper, sliding my hand down her tits. “I need it all.” My hand dives below her navel and touches the bloody marks on her body. “But now I’ve marked you as mine. No one else can ever have you.”

She swallows. “I don’t want anyone else.”

I pause, hovering so close to her that her ragged breath doesn’t go unnoticed. I stare into her eyes, her cheeks rosy, those lips ready for the taking.

It’s like she was made for me.

“I won’t allow you to take that back,” I say, and I press my lips onto hers, moaning straight into her mouth. With a lopsided smile, I whisper, “I stole your cherry, and now I’ve fucking stolen your heart.”

She smiles. She actually fucking smiles.

I always thought I didn’t have a fucking heart.

Until it started beating harder and harder … for her.





Chapter 29





Jill



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My first time.

Jesus Christ.

I still can’t get it out of my mind that I’m no longer a virgin.

And that I let Luca take it all.

But I don’t regret giving it to him.

In fact, the first time he plunged in was the most amazing feeling in the whole damn world.

If I’d known sex was like that, I would’ve done it a long time ago.

When both our heartbeats slow down and our breathing syncs, Luca presses another deep, sultry kiss to my lips that makes my head spin. Every time he kisses me, it feels like my soul leaves my body, and my heart almost jumps out of my chest.

Is this what love should feel like?

Have I really fallen for the one man I should’ve avoided?

The one man I should have hated for all eternity?

Hate.

It once sounded so easy, so visceral. But now, when I look into his dark, penetrative eyes that glimmer with hope, it seems like a distant memory.

I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel. If it’s okay to have these feelings for a man who only hurts, betrays, kills. If it’s okay to indulge in sin with this oh-so sinful man.

God, I don’t remember things being this complicated.

Luca leans up and undoes the shackles around my wrists and the chain around my neck, then leans back to free my ankles too. But I don’t punch or kick or do anything to fight as he pounces back down on me and places the sweetest of kisses on the top of my lip.

“Mine.”

The soft whisper is enough to coat my body in goose bumps.

But I hiss when the pain comes flooding back in. I almost forgot that he actually marked me.

I lean up and look at my wound, which glows red with caked blood. But the lines are very clear … and they’ll definitely form a scar.

“I told you what I would do for you,” Luca says, grasping my collar to bring my face closer to his. “Now you know why I tried to push you away. It’s impossible for me to behave and not be a savage.”

My eyes can’t help travel down his ripped abs all the way to that V-line, where his thick, long flaccid dick dangles between his legs. That thing was inside me … and I loved every fucking second of it even though it was depraved as hell.

I suck on my bottom lip. “Don’t behave. I … I like you this way.”

I don’t know why. It just slipped out of me, and even I am surprised I said that out loud.