EPISODE 7

LUCA

I never thought anything could taste so delectable. The moment her soft lips touched mine, I felt the burning urge to claim those lips with mine. Her lips were tender and smooth like silk and tasted like aged wine, fucking sweet.

I rushed into her room after I'd dealt with things in my office because the mere thought of her had disrupted any further activity I had. My cock was adamant at lying still in my pants, so I left, abandoning everything else I had to review today and beelined into her room.

I had to have her, that was all I thought about. Claiming her, fucking her. I wanted to mark her so she'll only ever know the taste of me, not that she was anyone else's. I claimed her the moment I laid my eyes on her. 

She was mine, her pure yet wildish innocence enchanted me. I don't exactly know what's wild about it, maybe it's the look in her eyes or the untapped allure she possessed. 

Whatever it was, I wanted all of her. 

She was gorgeous and she looked so beautiful in the cream dress I'd bought her but I wanted to rip it off her skin. But there was one problem even though her body responded to my touches, her eyes still held fear.

Her fear of me. But there was something else she was afraid of, something I was quite aware of. When Morelle, her housemaster, had offered her to me in place of his debt, I was furious. I didn't know why but I hated the idea of taking someone as payment for debt. I've never been one to follow that policy, it was a leading trait in the underworld but one that I'd refused to accept.

But not until now. Until her. I didn't know why but the minute those almond blue-grey eyes found mine in the shadows of that office, I knew, at that moment that I wanted her. And every cell in my body wanted to own her.

Morelle's attempted to do things to her, things that she hated him for or maybe he just really showcased how shitty of a man he was to her before he sold her off. I wanted to erase that fear, cleanse her of his every touch until the only one she'd be begging for was mine.

“Kiss me again.” I tell her, her body is heated and trembling against mine and I smile at the effect of my touch on her sleek porcelain ivory skin.

I cradle her body against mine, my fingers moving softly against the skin of her nape. I see the fear and hesitation in her eyes but she didn't have to be afraid; not of me.

Her long, slender fingers crunches my shirt and I lean in to give her an edge. She's so petite and soft, I could crush her without even trying. And despite her fear, she obeys me, like a good girl she is for me, just mine.

Her lips makes contact with mine again and I drink her up slowly this time. I have no idea why I'm taking my time, I should be fucking her right now, claiming her tight, virgin pussy as mine.

But I'm not, instead I'm trying to make her feel secured with a slow burn kiss. I've never been one to take it slow, not with anyone or anything. I've always been one to charge in, taking what I need when I need it. I tell myself it's because she's still pure and I wanted to take my time savouring her before I devour her.

Yes, that had to be it. It was the only logical and rational reason to why I wasn't ripping off her clothes this instant and thrusting my raging cock into her warm, tight cunt.

My other hand on her waist comes around and slides down her body, catching the hem of her dress in my fingers, I kneed them before driving them underneath the dress and the palm of my hand glides effortlessly up her skin like a skater on ice.

I growl, sliding my other hand around the back of her head, needing more of her taste; of her feel. Of everything that's her. 

And she whimpers, her shoulders tense but shaking and I break away, just to give her enough air to breathe properly before I take her mouth again and this time she moans into me, letting her body fall between my body and the wall caging her.

“That’s it, good girl.” I murmur against her lips, reaching behind to cup her ass, I hoist her up and she yelps from the sudden action, wrapping her legs around me.

I walk us to her bed and toss her into it, her eyes shutting as she breaks her fall before they fall back open. She looks up at me, huffing and puffing, her chest rising and falling from the action. The neck of her dress is bunched lower than normal and I get a peak of her tits.

My cock is hard as steel and I start to undress, undoing the rest of the bottoms on my shirt before shrugging it off, revealing my bare chest to her and her breathe catches.

I toss the shirt onto the nightstand, then kick off my shoes, and begin to undo my belt. Her eyes widened. 

“W–Wait. Wh–What are you…” 

I don't say a word to her, I see her bundles flaring though, she's nervous and I see the panic in her eyes but she doesn't run. I see how much she wants to, how badly she wants to get away from what's she knows is about to happen.

Once I’m standing in my boxer briefs, I readjust my cock, and her eyes bulge, widening when she sees the thick outline hiding beneath my underwear.

Stalking forward, I crawl onto the bed until I’m settled over her, pushing her hair behind her ears, then trail my knuckles down her face. 

“I’m going to claim what's mine.”

She swallows, her rosy-peach lips parts and her eyes dilates from fear and she trembles at my touch, clamping her lips between her teeth. I kiss her throat, dragging my lips up the elegant curve of her neck.

“Please… don't…”

I hover over her, grabbing her chin in my hand and turning her head to face me but she's not looking at me.

“Look at me.” She shakes her head, biting harder on her bottom lip and clamping her eyes tighter.

“Look.” Same reaction. “Look. The. Fuck. At. Me. Eliana.” My gravey tone makes her snap her eyes open. I tilt her head so her eyes are locked on me. 

“Look at me, Angel.” She blinks up at me and the haze in her eyes fades away, disappearing like it was never there. “I’m not him and you're not at the orphanage. No one's going to hurt you. Do you understand?”

Her eyes are teary when she nods, and they hold the understanding that I know what's happened in her past, of what she's so afraid off, but she swallows down on her impending outbrust of tears.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” My voice is tapered and I don't know why I'm telling her all this. I don't know why I care. “Breathe.” I croon against her lips. “Let me take care of you.”

I almost sound like a man desperate and in love. Two things that I'm not and cannot be.

“Luca…”

“Yes, that's right. Say my name.” I say, sliding my thumb over her imprisoned lip and it breaks free, the delicate flesh, ripe and swollen from her assault on it.

There's teeth mark on it but that's all there is, it was miraculous how she didn't draw blood already from how firmly she was clamping on it.

I lean in and she doesn't retract from my advance this time. I take that as the green light, crashing my mouth against hers as I take her in a heated kiss. 

She’s stunned for a second and doesn't react, but a second later, her mouth opens up and accepts me. Her innocence fueling me. I slide my tongue against hers and swallow her surprised gasp, groaning down her throat when she tentatively grazes hers against mine in response.

She's so fucking pure, so fucking sweet. She tastes like heaven in hell.

I break away, skimming my fingers across her still clothed body, gliding down, my fingers slips beneath the dress, bunching it up as my hand rides up her silken skin.

A soft whimpy moan escapes her lips and her body jerks forward, arching as I cup her breast in my hand and pinching it through her bra. 

“Give yourself to me.” I rasp in her ear. “And I'll make you delirious with pleasure. You want that, don't you, little bird.”

“Y–Yes.”

I was being gentle with her. I would never have thought I could be so gentle, not with anyone. I wasn't a very patient man either.

My hand reaches down to the hem of her dress. I want to rip it off her body but I love how perfectly it fits her. So I tug it over her head instead, throwing it over my shoulder.

She's displayed before me, in naked perfection. Well, almost naked because she's only wearing a white coloured matching lace underwear. She goes to cover her body from me with her arms and I grab it before she could cover herself.

“Don’t.” 

Her lip becomes a prisoner in her cage again, her act of nervousness pouring out and she turns her head to the side to avoid my gaze.

“Don’t do that either.” I warn and she immediately untraps them but she doesn't look at me. That's fine, I understand it's her first time being with a man. She was anxious. I was going to show what a real man would do to her body.

I bend down and kiss the pulsing vein of her jugular, sliding my hands over her body, I unhook her bra and next, her panties. I stare at her perfection but she covers them, wrapping her arms over her mounds and closing her legs to hind her sacred place from my predatory gaze.

I tear her hands apart, she's no match for me but she struggles, her flimsy attempt only makes me laugh. Capturing her wrist in one of my hand, I cage it over her head. She writhes, her perfect perky tits bouncing as every movement becomes more pronounced as I neared her alter. 

I was going to defile it and it caused a smile to stretch my lips.

I know I'm a bad man but nothing and no one was going to stop me from claiming my price.

“Luca… don't… wait… please.”

“Hush.” 

She doesn't know what it does to me when she breathes my name. When her sweet voice begs and begging was what she was going to do soon enough. But a different kind of begging. My hand falls between her legs and rips her thigh apart.

Her scent hits me and I'm gone for nuts, I groan at the impact. “Gods, Angel… so… fucking beautiful.”

Her pussy’s glistening with moisture and it turns me on even more.

“N–No… don't look at it like that.” Her legs starts to close and I catch them, widening them so I could rest between them. 

My face meets hers, “Why not? It's mine so I can look at it all I want.”

“It’s– it's em…barrassing.” She flushes, turning her head away. I watch the rise and fall of her chest before tracing my gaze back to her face.

“It’s perfect.” I say and her flush deepens. I cup her breast in my hand again and my cock jerks when I feel how soft they are without any restriction, how perfect they fit in my palms. 

I pluck her nipples, rolling them between my calloused fingertips; she whimpers, pinching her eyes shut as sensations she’s never experienced before starts to overtakes her body.

“So fucking perfect.” I lean over and kiss her silken skin, licking the curve of her breast before sucking her nipple into my mouth, nibbling it with my teeth to create a slight sting. 

“Oh my God,” she moans, catching herself in my hair when her body jolts from the bed and she forgets her nerves, her fears, her hesitation. She grips harder on my hair.

“That’s right little bird, hold on to me.” I rasp against the mounds of her chest, my other hand sliding down to cover her pooling palace. I kiss my way up her neck to the place underneath her earlobe, I catch it between my teeth and she shivers.

“Because I'm going to enjoy taking my fucking price.”

Because she was fucking mine.