I capture her lips as I work out the logistics in my mind. I could find a shirt and put it on, but that would seem strange.
Stella winds her leg around my hip and my cock blindly finds her pussy, nudging at the entrance. Mischievous eyes glance up at me, tempting, teasing as she rocks against me.
“If I fuck you again, it’s not really breaking the rules,” I whisper.
“Oh, no?”
I shake my head. “This is all part of the same time.”
“Well, then I guess we better take full advantage.” She smirks and crawls to the nightstand, baring her beautiful ass. She scours the drawer for another condom and turns to me with a heart stopping smile. “Ready?”
* * *
Stella
Wisps of light stream between my heavy lids as consciousness seeps in. Strong arms hold me imprisoned against a firm chest. That would explain the best night of sleep I’ve had in ages. Luca’s scent consumes me, that manly musk mixed with a hint of the remainders of his expensive cologne. I release a sigh as my lids slowly open and take in the gorgeous naked male draped over me.
How had yesterday morphed from one of the worst days of my life to the best?
The ache between my thighs brings memories of the heated night rushing back. Luca hadn’t just fucked me four times last night, he’d worshipped my body, made me feel cherished like no one else ever had.
And now it’s over.
A rush of unexpected emotion tightens my throat. I inhale a deep breath forcing back the rising panic. It’s over…. Tears burn the back of my eyes, and I’m not certain I can hold them in.
Luca shifts beside me, and his hard cock brushes my belly. His eyes snap open, and a wicked grin teases the corners of his lips. “Good morning, princess.” The rough edge to his tone and the wild, sexy hair is just too much.
Oh,Dio, no.
I’d felt it coming for days. Had refused to admit the truth. But after last night and not just the sex, but everything before and after, I can’t deny it any longer.
I am falling for him.
Desperately.
And now that he’d fucked me, we were done. Hell, I’d even agreed to it.Stupid.Stupid.
“Stella, what’s wrong?”
I shove out of Luca’s arms and search his bed for my clothes.Cazzo, I never had clothes here. I’d discarded my bloodied outfit in the bathroom.
“Where are you going?” he shouts as I scramble off the bed.
The heat intensifies behind my eyes, and my throat begins to close.No. I refuse to cry in front of him.
I race across his room naked, mumbling about a shower. I can hear him behind me, his footsteps echoing across the hallway as I sprint like apazzato my room.
“Stella, wait!” he calls out after me.
I pump my arms faster, desperate to escape before the torrent of tears begins to fall. I whip my bedroom door open and slam it shut behind me. Once it’s locked, I sink down to the floor and bury my face in my hands. The second I’m alone, the dam breaks free. Tears rush down my cheeks, and I release a gut-wrenching sob.
A soft knock on the door sends my heart leaping up my throat. “Stella, please ….” Luca’s pained whisper only intensifies the anguish. “Let me in.”
“No,” I murmur. “I just want to be alone.”
“Please, Stella, don’t shut me out. Let’s talk about this.” He wrenches the doorknob, and the hinges creak against the onslaught. “Tell me what’s wrong, damn it.”
“Leave me alone, Luca,” I cry.
