Married To My Enemy: A Steamy Enemies To Lovers Romance

by Wood, Vivian

I come suddenly, clenching and crying out. His tongue slows, helping me ride out my orgasm. Soon though, he climbs up my body, kissing me hard. I taste the faint flavor of my own juices on his tongue and shudder.

  He pulls back a little bit, grasping his cock and positioning himself just so. The blunt tip of his cock presses against my pussy, and I still for just a second. I’m busy looking at his cock, trying to understand how the hell it’s going to fit inside me. He pushes inside the barest inch. I cry out from pleasure and pain all at once.

  Luca glances down at me, biting his lip. “You’re so tight, princess.”

  I’m honestly not sure if that’s a good thing or not, judging by his face alone. He looks like he’s trying to defuse a bomb or something. I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling at him a little, urging him onward.

  He closes his eyes and pushes himself inside, inch by slow inch. I feel like he’s stretching me out, little by little, filling me up and touching every single part of me. It’s uncomfortable, even though I’m wet.

  When he is finally inside me to the hilt, he opens his eyes, staring down at me with the most intense black-brown gaze I’ve ever experienced.

  I look him right in the eye, realizing in that moment that I’m in love with him. I don’t care that his dick is so big that it hurts a little; I’m too busy being stupidly, dumbly in love with Luca.

  I reach up to pull his mouth down to mine, tenderly kissing him. He kisses me back, starting to move his body, withdrawing his cock and then thrusting back in.

  “Ahhh, that’s so good,” he mutters, raising himself up so that he can see our bodies joined together. “Fuck, Cate. God, you’re so damned beautiful.”

  He grabs my wrists and pulls them up above my head, working his thick cock in and out. I dig my heels into his upper back as he starts kissing and biting my neck again. I start to forget the discomfort, focusing instead on the pleasure of his lips on my skin, the wonderful weight of his body against mine.

  I moan as he releases my hands in order to palm my breasts. It feels natural to wrap my arms around him, to lightly rake my fingernails down his back.

  Luca suddenly withdraws from me, flipping me over. He guides me to my hands and knees, positioning his cock at my entrance before he plunges back inside.

  “Ohhh!” I cry out, feeling my innermost muscles clench.

  “Your pussy feels so good,” he grits out. He takes my hand and guides it down to my clit, rubbing it in gentle circles. “I want you to come again. Show me what a good girl you are. Make yourself come for me.”

  His words send a shudder of pleasure down my spine. He lets go of my hand and grabs my hips, thrusting his cock into me again and again, as hard as he can. I call out, an insensible sound, as I start to touch myself.

  The way he is fucking me now is rougher, coarser than before… but for some reason I like it more. A lot more. I close my eyes, rubbing my clit, and feeling the brutal way he handles me, ramming into me over and over again.

  An invisible spring tightens deep inside me with every thrust, feeding my craving. My fingers help me along, but it’s really Luca’s cock that makes little ripples of pleasure swell and burst across my body.

  He’s touching some spot deep inside me, a spot that I seem to be able to angle my body just so to encourage him to hit over and over again.

  “Yes,” I groan desperately. “Yes, right there… I…”

  And then I’m calling out his name, screaming it, as I go over the edge, falling into a deep ocean of pleasure. He stiffens and growls, filling me with three single, brutal thrusts. I can feel him pulsing inside my pussy.

  He slows at last, half-collapsing on the bed with me. He turns me over, kissing me tenderly. I cling to him, feeling…

  Loved? Freshly fucked? Overwhelmed?

  I lay on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat as it begins to slow. My eyelids begin to droop, and my breathing evens out. I’m not asleep per se, but I’m not far from it. When he speaks, it startles me.

  “Ready to go again?” he asks, his voice barely more than a rumble in his chest.

  I open my eyes and squint at him. “Again?”

  He chuckles, brushing my hair back from my neck. He places a long, lazy kiss on my bare skin. “You want me, don’t you?”

  I bite my lip, but we both already know my answer.

  It’s yes. It will always be yes, for him.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Luca

  They next forty hours are a mind-blowing amount of sex, coupled with intimacy and a healthy dose of laughter. Cate is surprisingly witty when she’s not fucking my brains out. As long as I feed her and make her coffee, she is surprisingly cool with anything else I want to do to her.

  On the way back to the marina, she stirs from drowsing. I look over at her, smiling faintly.

  “What?” I rasp.

  She kisses me, twining her fingers with my own and pulling away the blankets from her body. There is an urgency in her kiss; I’m not sure if she just woke up and wanted me or if she knows that our time is drawing short.

  I grab her by the waist and haul her up on the lofted bed, spreading her thighs and bringing us together. My mouth descends upon hers, hungry and demanding.

  She opens her mouth and her thighs for me, drawing me in without a second of hesitation. Her hands slip around my neck, fingernails lightly scoring the flesh of my shoulders. I palm one of her breasts, then pinch her nipple, drawing a cry from her lips.

  I trail kisses down her jaw, skipping over her neck, and bend down to nuzzle the space between her tits. I feel her legs wrap around me, her heels digging into the backs of my legs, pulling me as close as possible.

  I reach down and pull her dress up, finding her bare underneath. I groan as I rip off one of the straps holding her dress up, kissing her newly exposed breast. I know I’m not being delicate with her, but I’m too entranced to care.

  She doesn’t seem to mind, her head thrown back. She’s making these little ohhh and umm sounds that are killing me, every second I’m not inside her.

  Fuck. I need to have her, right this second. She kisses me, and I bite her lower lip. She grabs my head and bites me on the neck, which I swear makes my cock pulse.

  “Fuck!” I grit out. “You are such a bad girl, princess.”

  I squeeze one of her tits hard, and she gasps.

  “Have I been naughty?” she whispers. “I don’t mind if you show me how bad I’ve been…”

  “Ohhh fuck,” I say, pushing her down on the bed. I look at her for a second, searching her face. “You don’t really want that.”

  She struggles under me, trying to push me off. “Maybe I do.”

  I bring my hand up to her neck, fitting my fingers around the slim white column of her neck. I apply just a little bit of pressure, making her gasp and writhe beneath me. When I release her, she tries to pull me closer for a kiss. I allow it for a moment, but then I pull back. There is much more I want to do to her.

  I move back, kneeling on the bed, and ruck her dress up over her head roughly. I cast it aside, then I strip off my own clothes.

  Her eyes are immediately drawn to my cock, which jumps at the attention she pays it. She looks up at me, biting her lip.

  “Can I taste you?” she asks quietly, seeming unsure.

  God, could Cate be any sexier? I reach down and stroke my cock with one hand, nodding.

  “You sure you’re ready to give me head?” I ask. “I get quite forceful if I enjoy what you’re doing.”

  Her eyes twinkle a bit, and she pushes herself up on the bed. “It’s not rocket science, right? You just… you’ll have to guide me a little.”

  “I think I can do that,” I say, amused. I look around the tiny room, realizing that there probably isn’t anywhere for her to get on her knees comfortably.

  But she surprises me by hopping off the bed and kneeling on the floor, looking up at me with complete trust.

  “Like this?” she asks.

  I get off the bed,
taking my cock in my fist. I step closer, and she places a hand on my hip, looking at my dick. “That’s… perfect. Jesus, you’re hot when you’re on your knees like that.”

  Swallowing, I look down at her heart-shaped face. Her pouty lips part as I guide my cock to her mouth. The second I touch my cock to her lips, the sensitive head probing the wet heat of her mouth, I have to close my eyes for a moment.

  My dick twitches, and it takes everything in me not to just bury myself in her hot mouth. I imagine how I would do it. How good it would feel just to put my hand in her hair, to let go and fuck her mouth and throat.

  But no. I open my eyes again, breathing hard. She’s looking up at me, her lips on the very tip of my dick, her eyes telling me that she trusts me. I have to remember that.

  “Open your mouth a little, and stick out your tongue,” I encourage her, pressing the blunt head against her lips. She does, rolling out the velvety tip of her tongue. It caresses the head of my cock, and sends tiny lightning bolts of electricity down to my feet. My toes curl.

  “Fuuuuuuck,” I whisper. She nudges my hand out of the way, closing her little fist around my cock. I put my hand into her hair as she sinks her mouth down on my dick.

  I wince a little as her teeth get the sensitive spot under the head. “Watch your teeth,” I warn, tightening my grip on her hair.

  She corrects herself, covering her teeth with her lips. She then starts to work her head forward and back, fucking me oh so slowly. I groan as she picks up the pace a little, closing my eyes and leaning my head back.

  Usually when I’m fucking a girl’s pussy or ass, I’m in a position of complete control. I can stop or slow down as often as I want, which helps me keep from blowing my load before I’m ready. Even with throat-fucking, I am in control more than I am now.

  And control is something I desperately need to have, especially now. Especially with Cate. I have to remember that this is only our second time having sex; I can’t scare her off of going down by grabbing her and fucking her throat. And as much as I’d like to cum in her mouth, I know that I can’t. It’s too much.

  “Fuckkkk,” I hiss. Her mouth feels incredible, it’s going to be hard to restrain myself. “Okay, okay. You have to stop, otherwise I’m going to finish in your mouth.”

  I gently grab her face and push her back. She sits back on her heels, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand.

  “You taste good,” she says, her eyes scanning my face. “Did I do it right?”

  “Your mouth is incredible.” I pull her up, and then toss her onto the bed. “I just didn’t want to cum in there, when there are so many other places that call my name.”

  She laughs. “Okay. If you say so…”

  I grab her knees and force them apart, leaning down to kiss her tits. Then I go straight for her pussy, spreading it with two fingers, and licking her clit.

  Cate cries out and buries her hands in my hair, her back bowing. I trace figure eights around her clit and dip my tongue into her pussy, loving the scent and taste of her. Just as she gets worked up, her juices flowing, I press her knees up and lick my way around the tiny pucker of her ass.

  “Oooh!” she cries, startled.

  I kiss and lick it for a second, penetrating her ass with the tip of my tongue. Then I break away, kissing her inner thighs, kissing and biting her breasts.

  “I want you to touch yourself. Touch your clit,” I whisper. “While I’m taking you from behind, I want you to make yourself come.”

  She nods slowly, and I flip her over. She braces herself on her knees and elbows, showing her pretty pussy and ass to me. I grasp my cock, pressing the head to her entrance.

  I lean in, then I stop for a second. “Fuck, I have to grab a condom.”

  “No, no you don’t,” she says, a little bit breathless. “I mean, assuming you’re clean. I have an IUD.”

  I answer her by leaning over to kiss her on the back, right on her spine. She shivers, and I grasp my cock again. I press my cock to her entrance.

  “Touch yourself,” I order. She reaches under her body, and starts to play with her clit.

  I plunge inside her, and hear her gasp. It feels so hot and so tight that I have to go slow, otherwise I’ll come right away.

  “Oh my god,” she gasps. “Luca, your cock feels so good.”

  I grab her hips and use them as leverage while I fuck her, working my cock in and out of her pussy. She begins to tighten her inner muscles even more as she plays with her clit. I focus, closing my eyes, and try to hit her g-spot every time I thrust.

  Finally she bursts, coming with a shout. I speed up as soon as I feel her begin to spasm, letting myself pound into her like a jackhammer. She cries out my name, which has never sounded better.

  “Luca! Oh, Luca…”

  Damn. Watching her come, hearing her cry out my name as she does… it is really ridiculously hot.

  I feel my cock start to twitch and pulse as I drive home again and again. I feel like I’m coming like a fucking fountain, her pussy milking my cock for everything it’s worth.

  “Fuck!” I shout. “God damn, Cate.”

  I catch myself before I slump face first into her back, diverting my weight to fall beside her instead. She doesn’t move, she lies on her stomach, facing away from me, her breathing ragged.

  I struggle for breath too, but I also feel an overwhelming need to kiss her. I turn Cate over to face me with one hand, cupping her cheek as I press my lips to hers.

  She smiles at me a little sadly. “We have to go back to real life soon.”

  I tuck a strand of her dark hair back. “I mean, unless we don’t. We could be like my parents, living on the coast of Greece and yachting full-time.”

  Cate laughs softly. “I don’t think that is an option, even if you have the resources. I’d miss Luna and my grandma too much. You would miss your bar and your friends.”

  I pull a face. “After a while, sure. But for those first few months…”

  She gives me a skeptical look. “Months? You think we would last a week without ripping each other to pieces?”

  I shrug. “We made it for two days. Why not two months?”

  Cate props herself up on her elbow. “All we did was have sex the entire time.”

  I act hurt. “You clearly forgot that I made you fruit salad, salmon, and potatoes.”

  Her lips lift at the corners. “I haven’t forgotten. But other than that, we haven’t done anything else but nap and have sex. People can’t live like that.”

  “They can and they do.”

  “Fine, I couldn’t do it. I would get bored being your little… kept pet.”

  “You were doing just fine being a kept woman back on land,” I tease. “It’s not like you don’t live in my big house and eat what I put in the refrigerator.”

  I mean it jokingly, but I can see that it lands wrong. Her jaw tenses and she sits up, tucking the blanket around her torso.

  “It’s only temporary. And I only do those things because you asked me to.”

  I roll my eyes. “I was only kidding. I like having you live at my house.”

  Reaching for her, I grab her face and kiss her lips. But just like that, the spell is broken. She doesn’t smile or kiss me back. She pushes me away.

  “Yeah, well.” She scoots to the edge of the bed. “You were worried about your ex coming to visit, but I don’t think she’s going to. I think you might have misled me.”

  I pull a face at her. “It’s not my fault that Madisyn is a flake.”

  “Well, my time with you is almost up anyway. I should probably start planning for when I’ll move back into Grandma’s house.” She finds her rumpled dress and pulls it on over her head.

  I glare at her. “You have big plans for that day, huh?”

  Cate just shrugs. She doesn’t look at me at all. “Maybe.”

  “Great,” I say, getting up. My pants are nearby in a wrinkled pile and I pull them on, my mood gone sour. “Can’t wait. I guess I’ll go back up
stairs. We should be at the marina soon anyway.”

  “Fine,” Cate snaps. “We’ll be out of each other’s hair soon. Madisyn’s wedding can’t come fast enough, personally.”

  I grab my shirt from the bed. “Fine.”

  I stomp upstairs, not entirely sure what we are fighting about. All I know is that Cate is right about one thing.

  Soon enough we’ll be out of each other’s hair — and lives — for good.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Cate

  I’m spoiled. Living with Luca has ruined me.

  I realize this when I stomp downstairs the next morning, bemoaning the fact that I’m still in Luca’s house, only to find that we are out of coffee.

  “No. Way!” I hiss, rattling the empty bag. I’m sure I look like a monster, thrashing around the kitchen in my kitty cat pajamas. But I don’t care.

  I want coffee. This house is so fancy, but it has zero coffee. How is that even possible?

  The fact that it isn’t here and already made peeves me. I throw the bag in the trash and miss the can, meaning that my little tirade ends with excess coffee grounds all over the floor.

  And the kicker is that for a second, I think about leaving the kitchen like that. Coffee grounds on the floor, trash can in the middle of it all.

  After all, some invisible person will just come along and clean it up. I don’t have to be the one that does it, right?

  That is the moment, holding the trash can in one hand and staring fiercely at it, that I realize.

  What am I thinking?

  I don’t really believe that just because I happen to live somewhere with a maid, she should be responsible for the mess I just made… right?

  Disgusted with myself, I take two minutes to clean up the coffee grounds. The whole time, I’m just thinking about Luca and how I’ve let his lifestyle bleed into mine.

  This is not my best self. This is some stranger that is impolite verging on boorish.

  Honestly, my Grandma would be ashamed of me.

  I storm back upstairs, looking at my calendar on my phone. It’s a Wednesday, not a day I work. I’m supposed to be shopping with Luna today.