Monza (Formula Men #1)(17)
I felt her body shiver just as her pebbled buds hardened against my chest, bolting my body into a carnal state of unparalleled passion. God help me, I wanted her like a parched man desired water in the middle of the desert, with its blistering sun scorching down on them.
The scent that was only her—her own personal aroma—enraptured my senses, filling me with profound nostalgia. “Don’t stop me. Per favore…” I rasped out into her ear before the tip of my tongue snaked out to taste her skin. To me, there was nothing more delectable than savoring the very taste of her on my tongue. “I need you, cara.” More than anything I could imagine. Right at that instant, in that small speck of time, I felt more alive than I had for the past months, living like an automated person, perfecting the pretention of living a normal life.
She wanted me; every pore in her body screamed as much to my touch. Her body called on my animalistic senses, pleading, craving for me to take her on a wild, passionate ride that she once couldn’t get enough of. However, I knew she was willing to block me from achieving what I ought to have sought from the very beginning—making her mine and mine alone.
“Luca, I’m married,” she pressed, as if I wasn’t already aware that she belonged to a man who didn’t have the capacity to make her happy the way I could.
Did she honestly believe she could keep me at arm’s length because she was wearing a wedding ring?
No, not in this bloody lifetime. I had already made my mind up. From where I was standing, she was still in love with me, yet she wouldn’t give me the satisfaction in openly admitting it, so we would dance about the complexity of this tricky situation. I was ready for it, however long it would take her to come back to me. I would wait forever if she would only let me.
“I want you so much. I can’t stop craving your warm body at night. Sometimes, I reach out, thinking you’re there, but when my hand touches the cold, empty space next to me, I am reminded that you’re gone. You left me without even a goodbye.”
Captivated by my unparalleled love, I decided to enlighten her as to how far I was willing to stretch just to be with her. Attempting to penetrate her heart, her soul, I made an encouraging smile, hoping she would relent to my heart’s wishes.
“Divorce him and I’ll marry you in a heartbeat. I’d raise this baby as if it’s my own. I’ll love you more each day, and I promise I won’t stop until I’ve truly made you happy. You won’t want for anything, and if that statement isn’t enough, I have more than enough resources—money to provide for you, your child, your entire family. I don’t care what I have to do, Kim. I’d do anything … anything to have you back.”
“I made a vow,” she uttered in such a fashion that truly punctured my confidence, my stance for being worthy of her and her child. “I have a husband, and I just can’t walk away from that. A promise is a promise.”
“But you gave me a promise, too, and yet where is that bloody promise now, huh? The second I was away, you didn’t waste any time at all. You didn’t even give me the chance or a choice, for that matter. Had you told me this before, I would’ve been furious like any normal man would, but that didn’t mean I’d leave you. You should’ve known what we had was too powerful to walk away from.” It was becoming difficult to breathe, but I continued on, relentless. “You said you loved me. You said you’d wait for me. Come away with me, just walk away and never look back. I’ll take care of you. I always have.”
“That was a long time ago…”
Maybe it was the nonchalant way she said it or the way she seemed to keep brushing me off, but I’d had enough of her lies and her colorful bullshit.
“The f*uk it was, Kim! Maybe to you it was, but not for me. Never for me!” I bellowed with conviction before I harshly directed my lips to meet hers, fervently kissing her as I used the force of my body to push her, pressing her against the door, unwilling for her to speak any longer. She had said enough; it was our bodies’ turn to talk to each other. “I want to touch you, taste you,” I said between kisses while I felt my constricted cock steadily grow as the seconds ticked by. I expected her to push me away, maybe even show a little resistance, but I was taken aback when she showed me the same amount of undeniable hunger, as if she, too, had been waiting for me to possess her.
In the back of my mind, I knew this was wrong, but this woman was mine, and she would always be mine. The rest of the bumps in the road were merely obstacles that we could overcome. I was almost sure of it.
With our lips locked in a fervent battle, I directed our bodies inside the house, caging her against the wall that was right next to the door, before I used my foot to shut it.
The ever burning fire burned brighter as I deepened the kiss and felt her body rub against my constricted length, evoking a deep growl from me. My hand pushed her robe aside, eager to seek her obliging pu**y. When I found it seeping with her sweet essence, I felt my cock drip a little moisture from the idea of being sheathed by it.
“Your cunt begs for my personal service.”
“Luca, no,” she yelped out, halting us from moving as we both stared into each other’s eyes. Mine begged, while hers reformed back to their cold, determined purpose. “We can’t. No means no. You just have to get it through your head.”
That was rather harsh. Still, I was willing to take another shot.