FINLEY
SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 5TH, 2023
T hrough a squint, I can see the ceiling fan of my bedroom.
How did I get here?
The last thing I remember is being at work and?—
My eyes flutter open languidly as I sit up, and everything comes rushing back to me at an overwhelming pace. Dread seeps into my veins, but I don’t have time to process that as I gasp at Luca’s figure sitting on the edge of my bed. His brown eyes watch me carefully, and I notice the way his hair is disheveled, almost as if he has been tirelessly messing with it.
His hand comes down to rest on my ankle, giving it a tender squeeze before moving up my calf. “How are you feeling, Princesa ?”
I swallow, grimacing at how dry my mouth is. “What happened?”
“You passed out.”
“At work,” I recall.
I can only imagine how worried Oscar must be, considering I remember hearing him talking to me right before everything went black. The thought sends my stomach twisting into a nauseating knot. This is such a mess. Once again, he has sent my life into a downward spiral of chaos, but I need answers this time, without the suffocating mirage of his soft touches and teddy bear eyes that can get me to do almost anything he asks.
His gaze averts down to his hand on my leg as he licks his lips. “Finley?—”
“Tell me what’s going on, Luca.” Pulling my leg out from under his touch, I scoot back against the headboard as I bring my knees to my chest. “I want to know the truth.”
The way he’s looking up at me through his dark lashes is lethal. Those big, beautiful brown eyes are like kryptonite when they look at me like that. My heart and my mind are not nearly on the same page. I’m trying so hard to cling to the rational thoughts telling me to get the answers I deserve, but I’m on the precipice of slipping as his face softens even more.
“His name is Javier.” His voice is low. “The man you met.”
The goosebumps that take over my body are so strong, I have to fight off the shudder that ripples through me.
“Yeah, he told me.”
Luca loosens his tie as he stares at me, but he says nothing.
“Who is he?” I push. “How do you know him?”
“I worked with him, too.”
“So, you and Rosco and…Javier,” I pause, taking a deep breath. “You all worked together?”
He nods faintly, tossing his tie on the bed as he leans forward, placing his palm against my comforter for balance. I’m hyper-aware of just how close he is to me, but I lift my chin slightly as I force myself to remember that I need the truth.
“At the job that I’m better off not knowing about.”
He tilts his head as his eyebrows furrow. “Yes.”
Bullshit.
“And what now?” Letting go of my knees, I slide off the bed to put some distance between us. It’s the only way I’m going to be able to stay strong. “Are you going to send him away too? How many people should I expect to pay me a visit, Luca? Hmm?”
He’s snatching my wrist before I can walk toward the other side of the room, yanking me back over as his hands rest on my waist to hold me between his legs as he stares up at me. How I’m able to keep a moan from slipping through my lips is unknown, because the flutter between my legs is pitiful. My body betrays me as my pussy clenches around nothing.
“I’m serious,” I say, but my voice says otherwise as it falters. “Am I going to have to constantly be looking over my shoulder? Is he going to try and find me in an alley alone too?”
His hands slide further up my torso, gripping my ribs as he gazes pleadingly up at me, and the tiniest gasp slips through my lips as he touches one of my most ticklish spots.
“I won’t let anyone hurt you,” he breathes. “No one.”
I frown tentatively. “You think he wants to hurt me?”
“He’s not going to hurt you, amor .”
“But you can’t be sure of that,” I rasp, biting down harshly on my bottom lip to keep it from trembling at the thought.
“I am.”
A whine escapes me. “How?”
He presses a kiss between my breasts atop my shirt, but his eyes never leave mine. I hold my breath as I watch him with heavy-lidded eyes, my hands resting on his shoulders to keep myself from melting into the floor. His hand reaches up to cup my cheek, circling the back of my neck as he pulls me down to him, and his lips hover over mine—barely grazing them.
“Because if he comes near you again, I’m going to rip his fucking throat out.”
It’s a terrifying statement, because I don’t know if he really means that. Could he really do that to someone? Rip their… throat out? It should be terrifying in the sense that it should scare me to death that he could possibly be serious, but it doesn’t. It terrifies me that as soon as the words leave his mouth, I have to squeeze my thighs together for any sort of friction. I can feel the dampness against my skin from how wet I am.
And that is absolutely terrifying .
“You’d do that?” I rasp, my lips caressing his soft ones as I speak.
“What do you think?”
He did point a gun at Rosco. He owns a gun.
“I…” Trailing off, I shake my head aimlessly. I’m not sure what I think anymore. There is no sound mind here, not right now. Not when I need him so badly, my legs are shaking.
His dark eyes stare at my lips before he brings his nose down to my jawline, softly dragging it up to my chin as he places a tiny kiss there. “Tell me, Princesa . Does it scare you that I could possibly be capable of doing something like that?”
“Not nearly as much as it should.”
His lips capture mine with a low groan rumbling in the back of his throat, and a sweet sigh of relief leaves mine. I lean against him as I wrap my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers in his messy hair. His hands slide down my body, gripping the backs of my thighs as he pulls me into his lap to straddle him. I don’t even care how desperate I seem as I roll my hips into the erection straining in his slacks.
My skirt fans out around my thighs, and his hands slide underneath as his fingers dig into my skin. I’m grinding against him eagerly as he kisses me, moans rolling off our tongues as they collide together. Pressing his thumb to my clit, he massages me through my panties, and I break the kiss as my head falls back. My teeth bite into my bottom lip as he rubs firm circles against me, and my impatient thrusts into his touch are sloppier now.
“ Finley ,” he tsks, peppering kisses against my neck. His facial hair scratches against my skin, and I shudder from the sting. “Does the thought of me killing a man for you make you wet?”
Fuck yes.
And I have no idea why.
I gasp as he tugs my panties to the side and continues working my clit, knotting my hands in the hair at the nape of his neck. He hisses at my grip, and that only turns me on even more. I’m a pile of needy, helpless chaos in his lap, like putty in his hands.
He slaps my pussy, and I yelp.
“Answer the question,” he growls.
“ Yes ,” I whimper, jerking my hips in search of his touch again. “It makes me so wet.”
“Yeah?”
“ Yeah .”
Scooping me up into his arms, he stands from his sitting position on the bed, twirling us around as he slams me down on the mattress. My hair sprawls out across the sheets, and my skirt is hiked up to my stomach, showing off my lilac panties that are still pulled to the side. His lips part as he gazes down at me, yanking the buttons of his shirt open as he shrugs it off.
“Spanking, biting…possible murderers,” he lists off, hooking his fingers beneath the waistband of my panties and tugging them down. “The pain. The fear. It gets you off, doesn’t it?”
My skin pricks with goosebumps as he trails a single finger down my thigh.
“Gets your heart pumping faster,” Luca continues, kneeling slowly between my parted legs.
His lips press warm kisses down my inner thigh, and my back arches slightly from the sensation. I sink my teeth into my knuckle as I peer down at him, creeping up to the apex of my thighs in an achingly slow fashion.
“Gets your blood pumping in all…” Kiss.
“The right…” Nip .
“Places.”
A strangled moan escapes my lips as his mouth connects with my clit, and my hands fist the sheets. One hand circles around my thigh to push down on my stomach as he grips my skirt, holding down my arching back, and the other teases my entrance before he plunges two fingers inside me. The assault of his tongue and the curl of his fingers turn me into a mewling mess, and I eventually find a grip on his hair once more as I force him harder against me.
“ Luca ,” I whine. “Yes, right there. D-don’t stop, please .”
His lips smack against my clit as he suckles me. My hips jerk in response, but he holds me firmly in place. A breathless gasp gets stuck in my throat as he adds a third finger, and my pussy flutters around him as the coil in my core tightens.
“Give it to me, Princesa ,” he coaxes, standing up as he slams his fingers into me. “I know you’re right there.”
He hovers over me, sliding his free hand up my body, and just as I think he’s going to stop at my breast, he snatches my throat in his grasp. My lungs constrict as he cuts off my airway, but he still relentlessly fucks me with his fingers. Bringing his face down to mine, his dark eyes bore into my wide ones as he pecks my lips. Stars speckle my vision as the oxygen is cut off from its path to my brain. I’m so close to coming, tears prick my eyes.
“Do you feel that panic?” he whispers against my lips. “The fear sinking in because you can’t breathe? It’s making your pretty cunt squeeze my fingers, baby. I think you love that fear. You secretly love when things are out of your control, don’t you?”
I bite my lip harshly as he squeezes the sides of my neck.
“Yeah, you do.” He smiles lazily down at me, stealing my lips and taking one between his own teeth. “My pretty little slut. Come for me. Come on my fingers.”
And I do exactly as he says. The mouth on this man alone could make me come. My climax consumes me, and just as it peaks, he releases his grip on my throat. I’m gasping for air as I grasp onto him, my body shuddering as my orgasm seizes me from head to toe. The stroke of his fingers gets slower with each twitch of my body, and he presses small kisses to my face as I suck in deep breaths of air with every inhale.
I’m coming down from my high, but my body feels more alive than ever. Luca relaxes on top of me, brushing my hair back from my face as he watches me. His heart beats rapidly in his chest against me, and I realize I’m nowhere near finished. I’m the one who just had the orgasm, and his heart is thrashing around like he just ran a marathon. I need more of him. Hours of him.
I feel the most wanted by him when he’s worshiping me the way he does while we’re being intimate. It’s when he’s the most vulnerable. I crave those moments.
“Take off your pants,” I tell him.
His lips lift into a smirk.
Rolling over onto his back, he unzips his slacks as he watches me pull my shirt over my head. The bralette I have on matches my panties, and the see-through lace gives him a perfect view of my hardened nipples beneath the fabric. His eyes roam over my body, and I’ve never felt more confident, more seen than I do right now.
“Faster, Luca,” I urge, a tiny growl in my voice as I shimmy off my bunched-up skirt. “I need them off now .”
His eyebrow quirks up at me, but his pace quickens as he shoves his pants down over his large thighs until he’s able to kick them off and onto the floor. My lips part at the sight of him in his boxers, sprawled back on my bed as he perches on his elbows, looking at me just the same. His bronze skin glows in the luminescence of the lamp on my bedside table, and I’m drawn to the ripples of his stomach accented with a trail of hair leading below the waistband of his boxers.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen him fully naked before, and the thought makes my stomach flip. I’ve only ever seen him with his shirt off. We’ve always been in such a rush to touch each other that we’ve never taken off all our clothes.
“You’re a fucking sight, baby,” he murmurs.
The pet name makes my heart lurch in my chest.
“Am I?”
I crawl on my hands and knees toward him, throwing my leg over him as I straddle his waist. My hands rest on his shoulders as I seat myself on his erection, which twitches underneath my touch. His stomach flexes as he presses himself harder against me, and I roll my hips in response, smiling faintly down at him as he hisses through his teeth.
“You feel how hard I am, don’t you?” he teases, his playful gaze through his thick lashes has me bucking into him once more.
I shake my head innocently. “No, I don’t feel anything.”
His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he falls back on the bed, his hands coming around to grab handfuls of my ass before giving it a hard smack. My squeal makes a shit-eating grin form on his face, and he leans his head forward to press a kiss to the base of my neck.
“You don’t feel anything?” he repeats. “Are you sure, Princesa ? Because I can make you feel me.”
“ Please ,” I rasp, tilting my head to allow him further access to my neck. My eyes roll shut as he kisses his way up toward my earlobe, encasing it between his teeth as he smacks my ass for a second time. My fingers dig into his freckled shoulders.
He hums, feigning innocence. “I’m sorry. I didn’t quite hear yo?—”
“ Please ,” I growl. “I want to feel you. I need to feel you.”
Tucking his fingers into my bralette, he tugs it down, freeing my breasts and sitting up slightly to encase a nipple into his mouth. A content sigh leaves my lips on the edge of a moan from the sensation of his tongue swirling around the hardened peak. Threading my fingers in his hair, I let my head fall back as he suckles my nipple with a tiny pop .
One of his arms encircles my waist as he flips us over, laying me on my back as he hovers over me, lifting his head from my breast to peer up at me with a heavy-lidded gaze. He slides off the bed for a moment, and as my lips go to form a pout, I watch as he pulls his boxers down and kicks them off before pressing himself between my legs.
He’s perfect, in every sense of the word. I’m trying to keep up with where my eyes want to look, but there are just so many things I want to take in. His arms, his chest, his shoulders… He’s just so beefy . Fuck me.
“Like what you see?” Luca asks.
My gaze lifts to see him giving me the smuggest smile I’ve ever seen. His head cocks down at me, and I cannot take this anymore.
I bite my lip as I nod tentatively. “Yes, I do. I… Please , fuck me, Luca.”
His groan is weak as he smashes his mouth to mine, and I don’t hesitate to wrap my legs around his waist as he grips my thighs. We practically melt into each other as he feverishly kisses me, and my core sings with excitement when his fingers find my panties and pull them to the side once more.
Sliding the tip of his cock through my folds, he spreads my arousal down his shaft, lubricating it before lining up at my entrance and pushing inside. My mouth pops open as I glance down between us, watching as he thrusts in and out at a steady pace. Breathless pants leave my lips in my stupor, drunk on him and the way he fucks me. I can’t look away.
“Look at me,” he instructs, kissing my forehead—all the way down my nose and finally my lips as I do what he says. “That’s it. Eyes on me, amor .”
My eyelids flutter with every thrust of his cock inside me as I peer up at his dark brown eyes. The look he’s giving me is a languid one, tired and euphoric all at once, and there’s a sheen of sweat beginning to coat his skin.
My fingers grip his forearms as he places his hands on either side of my head, holding tightly as he pounds into me. My head sways with each movement, and I struggle to keep my eyes open as the pressure in my core grows more intense.
“Feels so good ,” I strain out just before another moan fumbles through my lips. “So full, Luca. Fuck .”
“Open your eyes, Finley.” He lifts one of his hands from the mattress to brush my hair from my face, cradling me as he presses his lips to my ear. “Look up at me, baby. Come on. Para mí ? I want to see that pretty face when I come inside you.”
A pathetic whine bursts from my mouth at his words, and I instinctively tighten the hold my legs have around his hips. The thought of his cum filling me up makes butterflies flit deep in my core. He pulls his face back to look at me again, and my brows furrow as I struggle to keep my eyes open. He’s fucking me so hard, the bed scratches against the wooden floor as it shifts slightly.
Before him, missionary was just a position you lie in when you want it to be over already, when the guy gets what he needs in the two minutes that it takes, and then you’re alone again. But now… Now, it’s my favorite. The eye contact. The way our bodies are so tightly pressed together. The angles he can hit when my legs are positioned just right.
I’ve never felt closer to him than I do right now.
I’ve never felt… Oh shit .
His hand comes down between us, his thumb pressing against my clit as he slows his strokes. My pussy clenches around him almost immediately, and the intense pressure feels like I could explode at any second now.
“Oh, you’re gonna make me come ,” I whimper.
“Fuck, yes. Dámelo . Come for me and milk my cock. I want to fill you up, Princesa .” His staccato pants are so fucking hot as he bucks his hips, thrusting into me fully, in and out, in and out. “Fucking need it.”
“Yes, yes, yes . Right there. Fuck .”
My voice is strained and desperate as I moan, sucking in a breath and holding it. His thumb applies the perfect amount of pressure as he gives me one hard, final stroke, and I’m seeing stars behind my eyelids as I squeeze them shut. My orgasm racks through me violently, and I writhe underneath him as his cock twitches inside my throbbing cunt. I can feel his hot ropes of cum shooting into me as he collapses on top of my chest, moaning loudly as I cradle his head against me.
My heartbeat feels like an earthquake as it thrashes against my sternum, and his heart reverberates just the same. I hold him to my chest, where I’m sure he can hear just how harshly it’s beating, running my fingers through his damp hair as I pant tiredly.
Coming down from my high this time is different.
It’s like a veil has been lifted, a thick fog disappearing, allowing me to see clearly for the first time in a long time. Like I can breathe, even though I’m still trying to catch my breath. A strange clarity washes over me, and chills erupt across my sweaty skin.
I think I’ve fallen in love with him.
And that scares me more than he ever could.