Chapter 15: Panic & pleasures
The sound of the gun short and the message still lingered in Alessia’s mind like smoke—cryptic, cold, and completely unexpected.
She quickly hugged Luca. Finding protections in his arms.
He embraced her in return, making her feel she’s safe with him.
"You are here with me, nothing will happen to us". He words were so reassuring.
"Did you received my message?" he asked, voice low, his tie already loosened, that deadly gleam in his eyes returning.
"I did..." she said, hesitating. "But... I also got another. One I didn’t expect. It said I shouldn’t come. That I should turn back."
Luca’s eyes narrowed. "My scared woman..." you should trust me more over those snakes trying to scare you. He murmured, stepping toward her. "I got a call too. A warning. But baby, that voice doesn’t hold power over me. I need action, not whispers. And I know the same snakes behind those messages pulled the trigger this night."
He lifted her up like a bride, carrying her in his arms back to the room.
He stopped inches away from her on the bed. The air between them thickened with a dangerous heat.
"But right now," he said, voice rough with need, "I need something else entirely."
She blinked up at him, breath caught.
"I needed a night with you. A real night. One where the world stops spinning." His hands reached for his suit jacket, shrugging it off slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. "A night where I get to use my teeth to riffle down your panties... My girl."
He unbuttoned his shirt one by one, deliberate, wicked.
From the inner pocket of his jacket, he pulled out a silky red G-string and a matching net bra—barely-there lingerie that looked sinful enough to melt reason.
He handed it to her, the corner of his mouth lifting in that possessive smirk. "Wear this for Daddy."
Alessia’s breath hitched. Her heart pounded as her fingers brushed the delicate fabric. Heat curled in her belly, spreading like wildfire. Luca had that effect on her—always pulling her under with a single look, a single word.
She turned slowly, walking into the adjoining bedroom with trembling hands. She stripped off her blouse and jeans, then slid into the red G-string. The thin band kissed her hips, the back disappearing between the cheeks of her ass. The net bra was sheer, clinging to her full breasts, nipples clearly visible beneath the delicate mesh. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror—curves hugged perfectly, lips parted, eyes wild.
And then he was there.
Luca leaned against the doorframe, jaw tight, hunger etched into every sharp angle of his face. "Turn around," he growled.
She obeyed.
He was beside her in seconds, his hand sliding around her waist, pulling her into him. The bulge pressing against her lower back was hard and urgent.
His lips crashed onto hers with a ferocity that stole her breath. Tongue plunging, devouring. One hand cupped her breast, squeezing it through the netted fabric until she moaned into his mouth.
"I’ve been dying to touch you like this," he growled against her lips. "To make you forget the world, forget everything but me."
She didn’t respond. She couldn’t.
Luca’s hand slid down, fingers tracing the waistband of her panties. "You wore it for me, just like a good girl. But now I want to see what’s underneath."
He spun her gently around, bent her over the edge of the bed, her ass perfectly displayed.
Smack!
His palm landed on her thick ass, making her yelp and arch instinctively. He did it again—slow, measured—watching the way her skin bounced and reddened under his touch.
"Mmm... you’ve got the kind of ass that begs to be worshipped," he murmured, spreading her cheeks gently. "But first..."
He slid her panties aside and growled low in his throat. "Already wet for me, baby?"
She whimpered, hips pushing back against him.
"I’ll take that as a yes."
Without warning, he plunged two fingers inside her, curling them deep as her walls clenched tight around him.
Her moans echoed in the room.
He pulled out, undid his belt, and shoved down his slacks. His cock was hard, thick, and pulsing with desire.
"Brace yourself," he warned.
And then he entered her in one powerful thrust.
"Luca!" she gasped, her voice cracking from the pleasure-shock.
He moved inside her with an unrelenting rhythm, each thrust deeper, hungrier. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her, claiming her like only he could.
Her hands gripped the sheets, legs trembling as heat coiled in her belly.
"Moan for Daddy," he growled, slamming into her harder.
"Ah—ahh, Daddy—yes!" she cried, her body jolting with every thrust.
"That’s it... Let them hear how much you love being fucked by me."
He pulled her up suddenly, her back flush against his chest as he pounded into her from behind, one hand wrapped around her throat while the other massaged her slick, swollen clit.
"I love you, Alessia," he rasped into her ear. "Not just your body. All of you. Every fucked-up, beautiful inch."
"I love you too," she sobbed, tears of pleasure in her eyes. "I love you like crazy."
Luca growled again, turning her around and lifting her effortlessly, her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her to the wall, slamming into her with renewed force.
Her head fell back, eyes rolling as her orgasm built and surged like a tidal wave.
"Come for me, my woman," he whispered, biting her shoulder. "Come and let me feel you fall apart."
And she did.
Her scream shattered the silence, body writhing as waves of ecstasy crashed through her. Her walls clenched around him, milking every inch until he too groaned and buried himself deep, spilling into her as they both came undone.
They stayed like that, trembling, chests heaving—foreheads pressed together.
Only then did Luca speak, his voice softer but still laced with raw fire.
"N o one’s going to touch you, Alessia. No threats. No shadows. I’ll burn the world for you."
She smiled, weak but glowing. "I know."
luca stood up, as the light came in, he saw Alessia’s laptop and a flash.
"This was what you were doing when I entered, and I saw fears in your eyes".
"I want to know what’s inside that flash".....