Signed To The Mafia King - Chapter 29: Chapter 29

ALINA
I was shaking hard, my ass barely able to stay on the table.
Luca pulled a chair closer to the table and sat. He pulled his pants down his legs, and his hard cock jumped free of his pants.
He wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking himself as he watched me. His voice was rough when he spoke. “Get off the table and touch me.”
I swallowed. My pulse pounded at my throat.
I had never done this before. Not really. The only time I had ever seen a man naked had been years ago, in school, when I was drunk and reckless.
The fumbling, the clumsy hands, the slippery kisses—it had turned me off completely.
But this was different.
Luca was different.
Luca, who was looking at me like I was water and he was thirsty.
Luca, who looked like he wanted to bite me as he fucked me into tomorrow.
I dropped off the table and knelt in front of him. I reached out gently, my fingers brushing over the thickness of his hard cock.
He was hot, smooth, pulsing under my fingers. My breath hitched. He was big. Too big. I stroked up and down, and he jumped in my fingers.
I gasped.
Luca caught the look on my face and smirked. “Scared?”
I scowled at him. “No.”
But when I wrapped my fingers around him, my grip was careful, testing. He exhaled, air rushing from his lips as he relaxed into the chair.
I could tell he was tense.
I moved my hand slowly, watching the way his hard abs flexed, the way his muscles jumped everywhere I touched him.
I felt powerful. The Monster was lying here, waiting for me to give him pleasure.
The power in it made something stir deep inside me.
I wanted to wreck him.
My palm slid lower, past the thick base of him, to the heavy weight of his balls. I cupped them, rolling them in my hand, feeling the way they thickened.
Luca groaned, tilting his head back against the chair. “Just like that,” he murmured.
I hummed.
I ran my fingers along his thighs, liking how they felt thick and deliciously warm under my fingers.
He was so responsive, flinching slightly when I suddenly leaned in and pressed my wet, warm tongue to the wetness beading at the tip of his cock.
Luca groaned, spreading his legs. His hand moved to my hair, fingers tangling in the strands.
I pulled back slightly, licking my lips.
It tasted salty. Strange. I liked it.
I looked up at him, watching the way his jaw was tense, the way his chest blew up and down.
Seeing him like this, so undone, so at my mercy, made a thrill run down my spine.
I leaned in again, this time taking him a little deeper into my mouth, my tongue swirling lightly around the tip. Luca hissed, his fingers in my hair holding tighter.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice raw.
I smiled. I liked this. I liked knowing I could make him lose control.
I braced my hands against his thighs, pressing my nails into his skin as I slowly took more of him, testing my limits.
His fingers loosened slowly, grunts and pants slipping softly out of his lips as he guided me and controlled the pace.
I pulled back slightly, dragging my tongue along the underside of his cock, feeling the way he throbbed against my lips.
Luca growled low in his throat, his hips jerking slightly. “Alina…”
I looked up at him, my breath warm against his skin. “What?”
His eyes were dark, heavy with desire. “Keep going.”
And so I did, moving my lips up and down on him, sucking, kissing, stroking with my fingers.
My jaw ached, but I didn’t stop.
My tongue sat on his tip, my lips stretching as I tried to take him deeper to the base.
He was too big, too thick.
My throat burned, my eyes watered, but I liked the sounds he made.
The rough groans that sounded like he was in pain. The way his breath hitched when I sucked harder. The way his fingers flexed in my hair, almost trembling.
He liked it.
That made me want to keep going.
I flattened my tongue along the underside of his cock, dragging it up slow, tasting him. He was hot and heavy against my lips.
I swallowed, forcing myself to take more. The tip hit the back of my throat, making me gag, and he grunted, his hips jerking forward before he caught himself and pulled out.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice strained. “You’re killing me.”
I hummed, the vibration making him shudder.
He started moving my head, thrusting gently at first, then a little faster, his breath growing uneven.
It hurt slightly, the way he was holding me, the way he pushed deeper than I could take, but I didn’t pull away.
I liked the way he lost control, the way his thighs tensed beneath my hands, the way he was using me, needing me.
I gagged again, my throat convulsing around him, and Luca cursed. Suddenly, he pulled back, his cock dragged out of my mouth with a wet sound.
Before I could catch my breath, he was lifting me, dragging me into his arms, his mouth crashing over mine.
It wasn’t a kiss. Not really. It was more.
Teeth, tongue, heat. Like he wanted to eat me alive.
I moaned into his mouth, letting him take whatever he wanted. My fingers dug into his shoulders as he threw my blazer open, his hands rough and desperate.
He pressed my breasts together, squeezing, his thumbs flicking over my nipples through the lace of my bra.
Then he lifted me onto the table again, stepping between my thighs.
My breath caught.
Luca was staring down at me, his chest rising and falling like he had just run miles. His pupils were blown wide, his lips swollen, his jaw tight like he was fighting himself.
But it was his eyes that made my stomach drop.
They burned.
With hunger. With need. With something dark and greedy that sent a shiver down my spine.
I had never felt so wanted in my life.
My skin prickled, my pulse hammering. There was no way, absolutely no way, he wasn’t going to fuck me.
My thighs fell open. I could feel my arousal dripping down my skin, could feel the way my body clenched, aching for him.
Luca hesitated, his hands stilling on my skin. Then he stepped away.
“We should get dressed.”
I blinked.
For a second, I thought I had misheard him. “What?”
Luca ran a hand down his face, taking another step away from me. He reached for his belt, buckling it like nothing had happened.
Like he hadn’t just had me on my knees. Like he hadn’t looked at me like he was starving.
My stomach twisted, and I felt an ugly emotion take root in my chest. Was he fucking joking?
I sat up slowly. “Are you serious?”
Luca didn’t look at me. “Yes.”
My chest rose and fell. My body was still burning, still aching, still soaked for him, and now he was what? Walking away?
No.
Not after all that.
I pushed off the table, stepping into his space, my chin tilting up. “Look at me,” I demanded.
Luca met my eyes.
I swallowed.
My heart pounded as I reached out, my fingers brushing over his belt buckle.
Luca caught my wrist before I could open them.
A muscle ticked in his jaw. “Alina,” he warned.
My breath was shaky.
I didn’t know what was happening, but I wasn’t going to let him just walk away. Not after the way he had looked at me. Not after the way he had touched me.
My fingers stayed on his arm. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
Luca said nothing.
My heart pounded so loud I could barely hear over it.
Then, finally, Luca shook his head as if he wanted to clear it, his fingers brushing my wrist, just for a second before he let go.
He stepped back.
And walked to the door.
I stared at him, my stomach twisting when he touched the handle.
Then, without looking at me, he walked out.