S*X Contract With Invalid Mafia Boss

Chapter 5

Luca’s POV

The hunger gnawed at me, blood rushing down with an urgency that left no room for patience. My body was alive, fevered by the need for her, my mind possessed with the thought of leaving without feeling Christine under me one last time. Business in Russia could wait—nothing was more important than this.

I entered her room, finding her standing by the window, her back tense, her gaze distant. She didn’t turn to face me, and the quiet in her posture only fueled the fire already blazing inside me. “Running from your job already?” I taunted, stepping into her space. I lifted a glass of juice to her and placed a slice of cake within reach. “You can barely make it through a meal. No wonder you didn’t last a year in school.”

Her eyes flashed, sparking with irritation, and I felt a surge of satisfaction. Her resistance was what I enjoyed most, the pushback that left me wanting more. I brushed her hair over her shoulder, my fingers lingering on her bare skin, drawing her face to mine.

“Eat,” I instructed, my voice a low command. “Or have you forgotten how to follow simple instructions?” She took a small bite, avoiding my gaze, but her pulse quickened under my fingers as I rested them against her throat, feeling the fast, erratic beat beneath her skin.

With a slow tug, I slipped her dress off her shoulders, letting the fabric pool to her waist. She sucked in a sharp breath, her body rigid but responding, every line and curve inviting me closer. I ran my hand down her back, massaging the tense muscles, savoring the way her body softened beneath my touch. My lips traced the curve of her neck, each kiss, each caress drawing her further into the moment.

When she leaned in, lips parting, I smirked, pulling back just enough to make her miss the contact. “Oh, no, not so easily.” Her breathing was shallow, the air between us charged. “Kissing is for lovers. This is… different.” Her eyes widened as my hands slid lower, pushing away the fabric until she was bare beneath me, vulnerable and exposed. Each small gasp and arch of her body drove me closer to the edge.

I unbuckled my belt, slipping free of my clothes, feeling her gaze on me, wide and wary. I let her stare, let her absorb every inch. A flicker of surprise crossed her face, the barest hesitation as her breath caught.

“Surprised?” I asked, a low taunt edging my voice. “What, exactly, did you expect?” She didn’t answer, her eyes darting to my body, the defiance faltering just slightly, revealing a new vulnerability that stirred something primal within me.

She gulped, lips parted in the faintest whisper. “Is that… going inside me?”

“Where else?” I said, voice low and mocking, closing the distance between us. I reached for the lube, coating my hands and tracing the curve of her waist before moving lower, my fingers slick with anticipation as I stroked along her skin. “There’s no time for foreplay. You should’ve known that.”

My fingers explored her, my touch teasing, coaxing a response from her body despite her reluctant stillness. She tried to lean into the touch, her hips shifting subtly, seeking more, but I drew back slightly, the smirk never leaving my face. Her need to be touched, to be satisfied, was apparent in every small motion, every stifled breath.

Her body tensed as I reached deeper, my fingers moving in rhythm, her gasps muffled in the pillow. I turned her over, my hands firm against her hips, pressing her into the mattress. She moaned softly, the sound filling the room as I leaned over her, savoring every response.

“Can you use a blindfold?” she murmured, voice barely above a whisper. The question surprised me, and for a moment, I almost gave in. I’d never wanted to kiss someone as much as I did her, to let her set the terms.

“No.” I replied, defiant. My eyes held hers, my voice unyielding. There was no chance for argument, no room for negotiation.

Her gaze softened, those pale blue eyes lighting with something I couldn’t name, something that went beyond the physical. She looked away, a subtle shift that tugged at something inside me. For a brief moment, I considered asking what was wrong, why she seemed so far away. But the ache in me overrode everything else, and I pushed deeper, feeling her body tighten around me, warm and inviting.

“You’ll take all of it, Christine,” I said, my voice low, almost a growl as I inched further. “I don’t take unwilling partners.” Her breath came faster, her hands gripping the sheets as I continued, each movement deliberate, each stroke precise.

Her eyes widened as I pushed fully inside her, the sharp intake of her breath a silent surrender. She squeezed her eyes shut, and a faint gasp escaped her lips as she fought to meet my gaze. I moved against her, feeling her respond in kind, her body meeting mine, the heat between us raw, unrestrained.

I watched her, every pulse, every shiver, and I felt my own control slipping, her body pulling me under, her gasps threading through my senses until all I could focus on was her. I felt her hands move, nails scraping lightly against my back, each movement like fuel, spurring me on, deepening the connection between us.

I let myself fall into the rhythm, each motion drawing me closer to the edge, each sound she made pulling me further. I wanted to take everything, to leave nothing behind, to make her mine in ways that went beyond this room, beyond tonight.

Her breathing grew shallower as I moved within her, her hands gripping tighter, her nails leaving faint marks against my skin. With every thrust, every movement, I could feel her unraveling, her body yielding, surrendering to my control. I watched as her gaze softened, the defiance melting away as she held onto me, her body mirroring mine in a rhythm that felt both primal and intimate.

And when she shivered beneath me, her breathing fast, her body taut, I let myself go, feeling the surge of release, the rush of satisfaction that left me breathless. Her cries echoed in the room, filling the silence as we came undone together, two bodies united in a way that defied explanation.

Spent, I collapsed beside her, my breathing heavy, my heart pounding. But even as I lay there, I could feel the hunger building again, an insatiable need that wouldn’t be silenced. I reached for her, drawing her close, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine, the familiar ache returning as my hands moved lower, exploring her all over again.

“Again,” I murmured, my voice rough with desire. She looked up at me, her eyes half-lidded, the faintest smile curving her lips as she nodded, her body pressing into mine, her warmth igniting the fire once more.

As dawn began to filter through the curtains, we moved in unison, our bodies tangled in a dance of need, desire, and a connection I couldn’t name. By the time the sun rose, every inch of me had been given to her, and I knew, as I looked into her eyes, that this was only the beginning.