The Temporary Wife: Luca and Valentina's Story(46)

“It’s true, you know?” he murmurs. “I did go to Laurier.”

His eyes find mine, and I try my hardest to hide the pain his words inflict. Luca smirks and cups my face for a moment as he shakes his head. Then he pulls his hand away and reaches for his drawer. I inhale sharply when he takes out a black box with the Laurier crest on it.

“The Herald got one little detail wrong, though. I didn’t go there for an engagement ring. I went to buy wedding rings.”

He opens the box, and my eyes widen when I see the huge diamond ring and the plain gold band beside it. “Three diamonds,” he says, picking up the ring. “One for each year you promised me. I know I fucked up in the past, and I haven’t always treated you right, but let me rectify my mistakes, baby. I truly am a terrible boss, but I’ll do everything in my power to be a good husband for you.”

He grabs my hand and slides it into my ring finger. It’s a perfect fit, but it’s too much for someone like me. This kind of ring… it’s meant for someone who truly could be part of the Windsor family.

“Here,” Luca says, holding up his ring. “Put this on me. We didn’t get to do this during our wedding ceremony, but that doesn’t mean we won’t do it at all.”

“We can’t,” I blurt out, taking my ring off. “We agreed we wouldn’t tell anyone but our families about our marriage, so we can’t be seen wearing wedding rings.”

Luca’s expression darkens when I place the ring on his desk, and he clenches his jaw as he places his own ring beside mine. He chuckles humorlessly and lets a finger trail down my thigh, until he reaches my ankle. A soft gasp escapes my lips when he lifts my leg over his shoulder and brushes his lips over my inner thigh, right above my stocking. “You’re so scared to wear something that’ll mark you as mine,” he says, his tone soft but dangerous. “I want to be gentle with you, baby. I want to be patient with you and treat you right, but you make it so fucking hard. You make me want to own you, brand you. You’re my wife, and it still doesn’t feel like you’re mine. Why is it that you insist on driving me fucking wild?”

Luca kisses my skin before sucking down on it harshly, over and over again, leaving countless kiss marks on my thigh as he works his way up. I bite down on my lip and thread a hand through his hair, gripping tightly as I try my hardest to keep my moans in.

“Who are you trying to hide me from, huh?” he murmurs, his lips brushing over my lace underwear. “You told me you forgave me, but you reject me at every turn. Do you do it because you know it drives me insane?” He kisses me straight through my panties, and I gasp, my hips bucking involuntarily.

He chuckles and wraps his teeth around the fabric, pushing it aside. “It looks like you need a reminder of who you belong to,” he whispers against my skin. “Maybe I’ve been a bit too kind, a bit too patient. That ends here.”

“Luca,” I warn, “anyone could walk by and see us.”

He looks up, his eyes flashing with anger. “Do I look like I give a fuck?” he asks me, before grabbing my other leg and pulling that over his shoulder too. He yanks me closer until he’s got me leaning back on his desk, my legs wide open for him.

Luca looks into my eyes as his tongue brushes over my pussy, and my eyes fall closed.

“No,” he tells me. “You know the rules. Look at me and watch me fuck you with my tongue. Watch, and burn this image into your mind. Even without a wedding ring, you belong to me, Valentina Windsor.”

He holds my hips tightly as his tongue flicks over my clit, his rhythm steady as he slowly drives me insane. He chuckles against my skin. “Delicious, and so fucking wet. Your body knows who it belongs to, but your mind needs a reminder.”

He pushes his tongue into me, brushing over a spot that has me begging for more. “Luca,” I groan. “Please.”

His tongue draws circles around my clit until he’s got me panting and delirious. The way he keeps me on the edge is unfair, and I tighten my grip on his hair, pushing my hips against his face harder.

I nearly lose it when he pushes two fingers into me and presses them against my G-spot, his tongue flicking against my clit. Every time he gets me close, he slows down, intent on punishing me.

“Please, Luca. Please.”

He pulls away a little to look up at me. “Who do you belong to?”

“I’m yours,” I swear. “Only yours.”

“Good girl,” he whispers, before sucking down on my clit, taking me right back to the edge.

“This pussy,” he whispers against my clit. “Whose is it?”

I pull on his hair, desperate. “It’s yours, Luca. Every single part of me is yours, I promise.”

He smiles and finally gives me what he had me begging for, making me come on his tongue at last. The sounds of my moans fill up his office, but I don’t have it in me to care.

He kisses my thigh as I come down from my high, my breathing erratic and my clothes a mess. He smiles up at me in that sweet and genuine way that has my heart skipping a beat, and I can’t help but look away. He’s rough with me whenever we’re intimate, but outside of that, he treats me like I’m someone precious. It’s crazy, and it’s addictive.

“I’ll buy necklace chains for us,” he murmurs against my skin. “Wear your wedding ring on that if you must, but one way or another, I want it on your body. Don’t make me punish you again, Valentina. Stop pushing my buttons.”