Another trek downstairs to burn off my excess energy.
I’d actually slept somewhat well, falling easily into a pleasant slumber shortly after Luka left the apartment. My blood had been warmed by his compliments, promises, and assurances that he would help me find Luciana. For the first time since I arrived in Brooklyn, I’d cozied up in bed with a smile on my face.
Then the nightmares hit.
Visions of whatever hell Luciana was going through. What her torturers could have been doing to her. I hadn’t closed my eyes again after that.
I needed something to take my mind elsewhere. Something to make me forget. And only one thing had ever managed to accomplish that.
I opened the door to the gym to see most of the house lights already on. My pulse took off like a bullet shooting down the barrel of a gun. The last time I stumbled upon this scene, I’d found Luka alone. Shirtless. Pounding away at the bag.
That’s when I heard the showers in the men’s locker room.
The sound halted me in my tracks as I debated the wisdom of advancing another inch in that direction. Bottom line, there was no wisdom in the decision to keep going. But like I said, I wasn’t looking for wisdom right then. I was looking for—
Escape.
Evasion.
Extrication.
With every step toward the locker room, I felt it nearing, growing brighter and brighter until it nearly blinded me. The hope of breaking away, just for a moment, from every grisly reality in my life. And when I entered the locker room and turned the corner to the showers, I found it.
My relief.
My reprieve.
My…salvation.
Luka stood in one of the individual shower stalls, running his hands through his wet hair, swiping the slick strands off his rugged face. The walls separating each stall were waist high, so I could see everything from his eight-pack up. Water droplets fell from his dark eyelashes, dripping into his short beard, and eventually sluicing down his tattooed pecs that nestled his silver crucifix.
He was heartachingly beautiful.
When he turned to shut off the faucet and stepped out of the stall—
I was hypnotized.
I stood there, utterly transfixed, as he walked a few steps to the wooden bench where he’d left his towel. The way his thigh muscles clenched with every step captured my gaze. The way his biceps flexed as his hands unconsciously tightened into fists. His tattoos seemed to almost come alive when his body moved that way.
And, of course, there was no missing that cock.
Even soft, it was long and thick, bobbing between his muscular thighs. The bulbous head was smooth and glistening from the shower. The thatch of dark hair above all that manhood made his package that much more…male. Luka was one hundred percent alpha male. Dominant. Commanding. Virile to his core.
Wait…was that…?
Oh, sí. It was.
Luka was pierced.
That was definitely a barbell running straight through the tip of his dick. I guess he wasn’t kidding about being able to handle pain. I could only imagine how good that would feel inside me.
He bent down to grab the towel.
His head snapped up.
When our eyes met, his instantly darkened. With blown pupils, his entire face heated with erotic intention within milliseconds of making eye contact. Had he been thinking about this all night too? Had he been unable to concentrate on anything except getting his hands on my body? I was suddenly sucking in so much air, I was afraid I was going to pass out.
The towel slipped from his fingers.
He straightened to his full height, broad shoulders bulging as he stared me down. Nothing was said. Nothing needed to be said as his chin notched up. Telling me to come to him. Our desire was as thick as the dense steam wafting in the air. It wrapped around us, pulling us closer, holding us tighter.
I needed him so bad, I couldn’t stand it anymore.
Our bodies crashed together in a wild collision of grappling limbs and seeking tongues. Fingers digging into my hair, he held my head in a fierce grip as his mouth plundered my own. My whimpers turned to moans as my nails clawed at his bare flesh. His massive shaft hardened into an erection as soon as we made contact. I wiggled against it, rising up onto my toes to try and get it between my legs instead of against my belly.
A growl ripping from his throat, he bent his knees and lifted me up.
My back slammed against a row of lockers.
That clanging of metal harmonized with our bawdy panting. The wicked cacophony of copulation echoed off the concrete walls of the room. His grunts of pleasure were the notes composing the sweetest symphony of sex. The hot flare of arousal had everything below my waist on fire for this man. My legs wound around his hips and held him tighter, mashing our lower halves together.
What followed was the lewdest, filthiest grinding session in history.
He smeared the pre-cum leaking from his tip all over my spandex shorts. When he dragged his tongue up the length of my neck, I caught it in my mouth and sucked on it with loud slurps. His cock swelled bigger against me, increasing the pace of his dry thrusts. Tearing his mouth away, he started ripping at my sports bra, trying to release my breasts. Because my chest was so large, I needed tight bras with extra support. Getting them on and off could be a real pain in the ass.
“Get this goddamn thing out of my way.”
The first words spoken in this room heightened the lust, heightened the need. With frantic hands, I yanked the bra over my head and tossed it away. When my breasts spilled out, his mouth was ready and waiting. His lips latched onto my taut peaks and suckled. Over and over again until he had me on the verge of orgasm just from his nipple ministrations.
I was lost. Disoriented.
The steam swirling around our heads was drugging. I didn’t know up from down. Left from right. All I knew was where Luka’s mouth and hands were and where I needed the rod between his legs to be.
He held me off the ground as I lowered my legs to shove my shorts and panties off. He was so strong, he didn’t have to let me go. As soon as they were discarded on the floor, he easily guided my legs right back into place around his hips. He wasn’t breathing any harder from his exertions, only from his lust. He didn’t break a sweat from his efforts, just from his need to fuck.
Completely naked now, we came back together in a melding of hungry—starving—mouths. Swiping tongues, swollen lips, guttural moans. The primitive nature of it was so pure and real. Pinning me to the locker by his hips, he braced one hand against the metal door and grabbed his cock at the base. Staring down at that barbell, I licked my lips unconsciously.
He smirked knowingly. “Like that, do you?”
I nodded.
“It’s going to feel fucking unreal when your cunt’s choking it down.”
He aimed and drove right in.
Bare. Unsheathed.
It was wrong, yet so right. Unsafe, yet I had never felt more protected than when I was in Luka’s arms. Debauched, yet so, so beautiful.
“I’m gonna rip right into this tight as fuck pink pussy,” he snarled in warning. “And when I’m done, baby girl, you’re gonna know with goddamn certainty that no one on this earth will ever give it to you better.”
Sí, I had no doubt of that.
He always followed through on his threats. A man of his word.
“Don’t forget to make it hurt, corazón.”
His upper lip curled into a sneer. “You think I’d forget what my girl needs? What the hell do you think I’ve been jacking off to in my office for the past three weeks?”
I bit my lip in delight. “Want me to tell you what else I need?”
He groaned. “Let me hear it, baby. Tell me exactly what’ll give my cock an even tighter squeeze.”
I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “A deeper angle.”
On a primal roar that rang sweetly in my ears, he dragged me away from the lockers and threw me onto the wooden bench where his towel lay abandoned and forgotten. Grabbing my hips, he pulled my ass straight up in the air, large hands and thick fingers splaying over my cheeks.
“So ripe and luscious,” he rasped, hands kneading, caressing. “So smooth. Looks like a piece of caramel fucking candy. I wanna bite it…just to see if it’ll taste as sweet.”
“Then do it—”
He did.
His teeth nipped at my flesh, leaving the barest of stings. I knew that any pain Luka delivered, he would soothe away in the next instant. I had nothing to fear from this man except for the possibility of him carving out too big of a space in my life. Embedding myself too deeply in his world. As frequently as I’d been telling myself to avoid exactly that, I still felt it happening every time I was in his presence.
Then his mouth went lower…and lower.
My eyes rolled back, head falling forward, as his lips closed over my swollen folds. The flat of his tongue ran along my soaking slit, briefly dipping inside in a maddening tease. Then it found that bundle of nerves that was throbbing for more attention. He kissed it, loved on it for a few seconds, but it was over far too soon.
He came up with a satisfied hum. “Cheating on my diet here with all this sugar, baby. You are the ultimate guilty pleasure, you know that?”
I groaned in frustration. “Everyone’s allowed a cheat day. Get back down there. Por favor.”
I screamed when his cock slammed back inside me.
“Or I can just make you come this way.”
I nodded. “That works too.”
He started pumping his hips hard and fast until I was sliding forward on the bench, balanced precariously on my elbows. He was so blissfully deep. In fact, I wasn’t even sure how I was taking his size, even at this angle. I was feeling him in places I didn’t even know could be reached.
“And here I thought your tits were the most gorgeous things I’ve ever seen.” He slapped my ass, eliciting a squeal from me. “But the way your ass jiggles as you rock against me, the way your snug pussy is holding on for dear life… We’ve got a new frontrunner for best view in the city.”
“It has to compete against you without a shirt,” I panted. “I’m not sure my ass has what it takes to beat that.”
He chuckled darkly, tightening his hold on my hips. “Knew you’d been looking.”
“Por supuesto.” Of course.
When he growled, I imagined him gnashing his teeth. “I’m burning all my shirts tonight.”
I wanted to laugh, but he started pounding into me so fiercely I could barely breathe. He’d go hard and fast and then slow down. His stamina was staggering, and I knew I couldn’t keep up. I thought I was in good shape, but not compared to Luka’s sexual endurance. Dios, he wasn’t exaggerating about that barbell. It massaged places that wouldn’t normally be given attention. It…ay…it delivered just the right amount of pressure, pressure, pressure—
“I can’t hold on anymore,” I whimpered. “Please, I need to…”
When my hand lowered to my center, he immediately snatched it up and flung it aside. Sounding incensed that I had dared to do such a thing, he bent over me and hissed in my ear, “That’s my job.”
Well, perdóname.
His thumb rubbed vigorous circles around my clit, intensifying the frenzy I was already in. I tried to make it last longer, to draw out the pleasure like he was so obviously doing, but I couldn’t. I wanted to dive head first into that pool of glorious release and submerge myself in transcendent abandon.
“Luka!”
His name burst from me as paradise cascaded over my flesh. It was so intense that my lower muscles seized around him, locking up, until eventually loosening in trembling aftershocks.
“Sweet Jesus mother Christ,” he spat. “I feel all of that, baby girl. So hot and wet. Ah, God, I’m done. Fucking done.”
On a torrent of violent curses, he pulled out and emptied every last drop of his seed onto my back. He spread it around with his tip, like he was drawing a picture. Or writing something.
Marking me.
Branding me.
Why did I like that? I shouldn’t appreciate the idea of a man claiming me or thinking he owned me in any way. Especially not after what happened in my last relationship. But I couldn’t deny something felt oddly right about what Luka had just done. Warm liquid spread through my veins, comforting me. Making me feel strangely…whole. Like I was somehow…at home.
But this wasn’t my home.
How in the world could I even look at another man now? Had that been his goal? To make it impossible for me to even consider another man being capable of replicating what Luka had just done to my body and mind? To convince me that every other male on the planet surely paled in comparison to Luka Rossetti?
If so, job well done.
I couldn’t even fathom anyone else making me feel the way this man did.
And with that realization, my worst fears were realized.