Worship (Sinful Series Book 2)

by Trilina Pucci

  She chuckles. “Your mind lives in the gutter.” It does.

  My voice is laced in sarcasm. “I meant my words, and my words are what you should worry about. I’m coming with my A game, Gretchen. I won’t take anything less than all of you. It’s my single objective.”

  She huffs at my threat.

  “I may be harder to convince than you think.”

  She’s fucking daring me.

  “Angel, I’m looking forward to it, or should we talk like we did last night? Now get your ass over here before I burn down your damn building so you don’t have a choice.” I’m only half-joking.

  “You are a monster,” she says demurely. Fucking tease.

  “Only when it comes to you, Angel. Hurry up.”

  I end the call and crack my neck.

  Tonight is going to be one for the books.

  The moment the doorbell rings, I smile and yell, “Come in.”

  I lean over the side of the couch to watch her walk in. She smiles as she takes off her coat. Is that even a dress?

  I’m supposed to keep my dick in my pants, and she’s basically wearing a negligee. She’s a dirty negotiator.

  “Nice dress.” My words are a flirtatious accusation.

  “This old thing? I just threw it on,” she says as she saunters over to me.

  I stand, my dick pulsing as I see her eyes dilate. That’s it. Instinct takes over—I can’t stop myself. I begin to stalk toward her, all my restraint dead.

  “Luca! Luca! Luca!” she yells, her eyes bright with excitement.

  She walks backward quickly, her arms outstretched to stop me, but I reach for her anyway, grabbing her waist and dipping my shoulder to toss her over, heading straight for the stairs.

  I grab her exposed ass and squeeze it.

  “We’re done talking.”

  I pull my hand away and smack her ass hard. A squeal slips from her lips, and her fingers grip the back of my jeans. I’m tearing this damn dress apart. It’s trouble.

  With a firm grip from one of her hands, she smacks my butt with the other to get my attention.

  “What about Ella?” she breathes out.

  “At her uncle’s for the night. There’s nobody here to help you. Nice try, but I’m going to fuck you on every goddamn surface in this house,” I growl.

  “You promised me a conversation, dammit!” She hits me again, laughing louder.

  “I lied.” I smack her ass again.

  “Now shut your mouth—we have shit to attend to.” I climb the stairs, hauling her over my shoulder like a goddamn caveman, and she’s loving every minute. “When I get to the top, you’ve got a ten-second head start, then I get to find you.”

  I feel her smile against my back. I know she wants this, to be chased and found. And I’m more than happy to oblige. I take the final step and bring Gretchen to her feet.

  Grabbing her face and bringing her lips to mine, I kiss her with the fierceness I feel. I kiss her as if I’m entitled to her, because it’s how I feel. She feels like mine. Not ownership but possession. I want to live inside her heart and her pussy.

  “My bedroom is at the end of the hall,” I mumble into her lips.

  “Luca, wait!” She places her hand on my chest. “We should talk.”

  “Three. Four,” I count loudly.

  “What happens at ten?” she asks, backing up, looking wild and equally as primal.

  I smile at her, casting out my words to see if she bites.

  “I take what I want, baby.”

  Her breath hitches and she drags her hands up her thigh, pulling fabric up just enough to tease.

  “Will you be rough with me?”

  She bites her lip nervously as she braces against the wall, taking off one heel, then the other. Her eyes say everything she isn’t. She wants to be manhandled. And I want to fulfill that wish.

  “Do you want me to be rough with you, Angel? You need to answer me with words.”

  I’m almost blinded by the need I have to get to her as she walks backward, tickling her legs and brushing the tiny excuse for a dress up high enough on her hip to expose the thin lace panties.

  “Yes.” Her voice has a sexy gravel to it. “But what if I change my mind?”

  “Just say no. No always means no. Even now.”

  She nods, picking up the speed of her steps, and I stretch my arms out touching both sides of the hallway, tapping my fingers against the surface. “Ten!” my voice booms.

  “Ready or not, baby.”

  I growl as I break toward her, briefly registering the look of surprise on her face before she turns and runs down the hall, screaming my name and laughing as I begin to chase her.

  Gretchen bursts through my bedroom door with me almost within reaching distance. She runs to the opposite side of the bed, and I throw my hand out, just missing her.

  But she finds herself stuck between the wall and the bed. Her head shifts around, looking for an escape. I’ve cornered her.

  “Gotcha.”

  She grins and her eyes dart to the bed, and she leaps, scrambling across. I grab her by the ankle and yank her back, gripping her other leg and flipping her on her stomach.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” I pull her to the end so she’s bent over my bed and lay a crack on her ass. “Behave.”

  Her gasp is a mixture of shock and arousal. Her hands grip the comforter.

  Gretchen looks down the bed at me.

  “More.” Perfection.

  I reach my hand between her legs, and she spreads them for me instantly. My fingers skim her entrance. I can feel her warm wetness through her panties. I yank them aside harshly, wanting to feel more, and push my finger inside of her. She hisses out a breath as I plunge in another, causing her body to buck forward from the force.

  “I’ve been waiting for this moment, to watch your body writhe and beg for my cock. Come on, Angel, let me hear it. Beg me for your pleasure.”

  “Make me.” She moans.

  This glorious woman will break me in two.

  I pull my fingers from her body and grab her shoulder, hauling her over so she’s on her back with her feet on the floor.

  “Sit up.”

  She presses her hands to the mattress and sits up slowly, keeping her legs open wide. I bring my fingers to my mouth and taste her excitement, her eyes fixated on me. “Open.” Gretchen’s eyes widen, but her lips part. “Wider, baby.”

  She opens a bit more, and I put the same finger in her mouth, and she bites down. I draw in a breath, wincing slightly, but she releases my finger from her teeth and wraps her tongue around it.

  “Taste yourself, Angel.”

  Her mouth closes around my finger, and she sucks, bobbing her head to take my finger in her mouth, cleaning herself off me. The sensation travels directly to my dick.

  “Fuck, baby. You keep sucking on my finger like that I may fill your mouth with something much bigger,” I warn, but she grabs my pants and begins to yank at the button fly on my jeans.

  My cock is so engorged that it pops out almost immediately.

  “Hell yes,” she whispers, wrapping her hand around me and twisting her hand as she slowly pumps up and down, looking at my face and slowly licking her lips.

  My eyes struggle to stay open. My head drops back as a long rush of air pulls from my lungs. She pumps downward and covers the tip of my cock with her mouth, sucking the precum down her throat. I grip the back of her hair. “Goddamn, your mouth,” I groan out.

  She smiles before simultaneously sucking and jacking me off, like it’s her fucking area of expertise. My back hunches over, unable to resist the pull, the need for my dick to be deeper in her mouth. I start to lose restraint. My grip grows tighter, and my hips begin to press forward harder. I want to fuck her mouth and not gently.

  My voice is strained. “Take it. I don’t want to be gentle.”

  She nods and pulls me deeper into her throat, gripping my ass.

  The dam breaks. I don’t hold anything back as I
fuck her mouth, looking down at my heavy cock pushing in and out between her taut lips.

  I’m unforgiving, thrusting into her mouth, and with every push, she’s pulling me back that much faster. She wants it as much as I want to give it. Her fingers clutch my ass harder, pulling me faster and faster.

  I watch her eyes tear as I hit the back of throat, pounding harder until my balls tighten, and I use the hold I have on her hair to hold her in place. I don’t ask permission as my release arrives, I just throw my head back and roar, shooting my hot cum into her mouth.

  I feel her hands brush up my hard stomach as I grunt out small bits of air, trying to catch my breath. My head falls forward just as the cold air hits my cock, releasing from her lips with a pop.

  She climbs up my body, and I bring her mouth to mine, kissing her deep, as she wraps her legs around my waist. I turn us around and push her against the wall, dipping to devour the sensitive area on her neck. I hold her with one hand as the other pulls the strap of her dress.

  “This has to go,” I complain into her shoulder, licking and nipping at the skin.

  I bring my face to hers and pull her back from the wall to walk her into the middle of the room, setting her on her feet.

  “What are you doing?” she asks, confused.

  “Take it off.”

  I wave at her outfit, taking a few steps back, then leaning my ass against the bed and planting my feet wide on the ground. I cross my arms over my chest and stare at her.

  “You want a show?” She shakes her head. “No. You want me naked, then you make me naked.”

  “I’m going to tear that fucking thing into pieces. Be careful what you wish for.”

  I begin to stand, and she smirks, holding up a finger.

  “I got it. Sit your ass down.”

  I chuckle as she pulls one strap from her shoulder and then the other, looking over her shoulder coyly before letting the slip dress fall to the floor. She turns and stands for me in only the smallest shred of lace panties.

  My eyes roam greedily over her body, and I hold up my hand, making a spinning motion with my finger. She turns around slowly, and when she’s facing me again, she purrs, “You like what you see?”

  I nod as I adjust my growing bulge. That has to be a record.

  “It wasn’t a question, Luca.” She says it the same way she did when we first met. “Your turn.”

  I don’t hesitate, standing and reaching behind me to draw my T-shirt over my head, then tossing it aside. I tug my jeans down since I never rebuttoned, kicking them out of the way. We stand in the dim light, taking in each other’s naked frames.

  The way her eyes grow hungrier the more she looks at me calls to me. I’ll never get enough. I’m going to spend my life giving her everything inside of me, and if that’s not enough, I’ll find what is and give her that.

  “Come here.” My voice is a command.

  She walks to me without hesitation until her naked body is standing in front of me. The back of my hand sweeps her jawline, and I cradle her face.

  “I love you. It’s not the kind of love that goes away. The kind that fades or is conditional. I love you with all that’s in me. I don’t even care if you love me back. I’ll give it to you freely.”

  Her face is unreadable. But the way her eyes are searching mine lets me know that she’s feeling something. She blinks twice and leans her head into my hand.

  “I loved you first.”

  “Let me worship you,” I breathe out into her lips, taking them again.

  Our tongues dance as I place my hand on her side where her waist tapers in and run it up and down her body, guiding her to switch spots with me. When her back is to the bed, I set my hands free to explore her body, moving across her stomach and up to her breasts, grazing her pebbled nipples. I bring my hand between her cleavage until my hand is splayed on her chest and give a tiny push. She falls back onto her ass and then leans back on her elbows.

  “Bully,” she chides flirtatiously.

  “Sometimes,” I answer honestly, looking at the happiness in her eyes.

  This moment grips me. Our love is a feeling that’s been digging its teeth into me since the moment I met her. She’s divine. A goddess. I’ll never deserve her, but I would steal her if I had to just to keep her. We stare at each other, raw and connected. I can do anything so long as she’s next to me. She’s my sun. There was never a point in fighting it. I orbit this woman. My words burst through me, unable to be detained, like a stream of consciousness.

  “I envy every man you’ve ever loved because I wish it began and ended with me.”

  She sits up and looks at me, giving me something in return.

  “I hate her for getting you first.”

  We gaze at each other, in this moment, all our truths bleeding out of us.

  “I envy the air you breathe because I want to be the only thing that fills you. I want to be the reason you feel alive.” I whisper.

  This is the level my love for her exists. I’m unreasonable, irrational when it comes to her. She looks down and then back to me with intensely honest eyes.

  “I wish I could’ve been the one who gave you Ella.”

  Her words gut me. I’ve never wished for anything more. I clutch her face and bend down to kiss her, unable to tell her what I actually want to say. That one day she’ll give Ella siblings. That Ella will call her mommy. That she is my family. So I tell her what I know I would do to make it happen.

  “I would kill anyone who tried to touch you. I would kill for you, Angel.”

  This is it. All of me. I would kill for her. Without hesitation or regret.

  Her eyes glisten.

  “There’s nothing before or after…there’s only you.”

  My head drops back, my arms dangling by my side. I wanted to possess her, but it’s her who’s possessed me.

  I drop to my knees, gripping her thighs, and pull her to the end of bed. “Come here,” I say, burying my head into her lap. There are only two reasons for a man to be on his knees: prayer and pussy. And I sure as hell don’t pray.

  I walk my hands up to her waist and bring my face to her pussy, inhaling her sweet smell. Pulling her closer to me, I place kisses on her center. Gretchen’s fingers weave through my hair as I push my mouth closer into her wetness.

  I nudge her legs to open with my chin, and her body bends over my head as I eat her pussy from her sitting position, licking her through the lace. I rip my head from her lap, desperate for more of her, and push her back on the bed, using my hands to open her knees. I lock my mouth over her clit and suck hard through the soft fabric.

  I bring my fingers to her panties and start to tug.

  “These are trash now.”

  “Take them. I hate them.”

  Her body bucks off the bed, arching and trying to twist loose from my grip as I bear down on her clit through her panties. She’s gorgeous and uninhibited. I pull at the material again, shredding it open, and tear them from her body.

  “Luca!” Her scream only serves to make my cock harder, and it causes me to lose my handle on all my restraint.

  I push to stand, grabbing her waist and taking her body halfway up with me, unwilling to stop my feast. I devour her pussy with all of the roughness I’m feeling, her lifted body completely in my control.

  I let go and she falls to the bed with a gasp. I wipe the back of my hand over my mouth. “Back.”

  She scoots, keeping her eyes on me until she gets a full view of my hard cock hitting my stomach as I crawl onto the bed. There’s no more speaking; she knows what I want, and I know what she wants.

  I crawl on top of her waiting body, and nestle my body at her entrance, pushing in, in one thrust.

  “Sempre,” I vow as I push into her again and again.

  “English,” she pants, a small smile gracing her luscious mouth, and then moans as her body moves faster, chasing her orgasm.

  I fuck her hard, my hands gripping her wrists baring her breasts that bounce with my thr
usts. I fuck her until she screams my name so loud it leaves her voice raw, as raw as she’s left my heart.

  I bring my lips to her ear and whisper, “It means always.”

  We’ve been lying in bed eating cold pasta and playing cards for an hour, happy in our bliss.

  “You’re a cheat,” I accuse.

  Not only does she cheat at poker, but she’s terrible at it.

  “Sore loser.” She laughs, and I kiss her; it’s chaste, but I like that I can do it whenever I want.

  My phone starts buzzing on the nightstand, and I ignore it.

  “You gonna get that?”

  “No,” I answer, dealing more cards onto her naked stomach.

  It begins to buzz again. “Luca, make sure it isn’t about Ella.”

  I nod and grab the phone to look at the number. My brow furrows when I see who’s calling. Church. What the fuck could be happening?

  Her smile wavers at my worried face.

  “Who is it?”

  I start to answer, but a text message from Matteo comes in just as the call ends.

  Matteo: Luca. You’re needed. It’s Shelby. Get here.

  I hit the number and call back, standing from where I was lying with Gretchen. Her face fills with worry, and she comes to her knees on the bed.

  “Luca, what’s going on? Is it Ella?”

  She reaches up and grabs my face, forcing me to look at her. I shake my head just as the call connects. Her eyes are boring into mine, and I twist to move away from her, but she grips my arms hard to keep me close.

  “Luca. Man…” Matteo rushes out. He sounds frazzled, worried.

  “What the fuck is she doing there?” I bite out, angry that she had the audacity to interrupt my night.

  “Not what, who. She came in with Giovanni, Luca. She’s fucking Giovanni.”

  Son of a bitch. I should’ve known. She went right to the top of the food chain. Except he isn’t. I am.

  “But you know Gio…he’s fucked up.” Matteo’s voice is regretful, and the reality of this conversation sets in.

  Giovanni is known for his cruelty toward women. What he does to the ones he dates is well-known; what he does to the ones in the shadows is only known by me. It’s a secret I’ve kept for the women he’s hurt, and the bullet I hold to his head. I made him stop his “urges” a long time ago, but I’ve always worried they would eat at him and he’d act out again. If he’s hurt Shelby, it’s a message for me.