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Chapter 234
CHARLOTTE-
The kiss did not stay soft.
It turned starved.
It turned out I was not the only one craving this thing between us.
Luca made a sound against my mouth like he had been holding this in for years, even though we had only just started crossing the line between friends.
I answered it. Hands in his hair. Legs around him. The deal still warm between us and already breaking into something messier.
He walked me to the window.
Barcelona was spread out below us. City lights. Streets still awake. Glass cold at my back when he turned me and stripped the lace down like it drove him mad.
Like he could not wait to get it off me. Like he needed bare skin more than he needed air.
The lingerie hit the floor.
His mouth hit my neck.
“Watch the city,” he said against my throat. “If they’re looking up, they can watch you take me. All the way
in.”
I shivered.
His hands spread me. I felt him, hard and big, dragging through the wetness.
Then he was inside me in one hard push.
The sound I made was not quiet.
I cried out like a woman who was being pleasured the right way. Stretched. Filled. Taken.
“Ahhh-”
That’s it.” His forehead dropped to my shoulder. A groan tore out of him. “Take it. Take my cock. Let them see who you belong to.”
He fucked me against the glass.
Rough.
Deep.
The kind of rhythm that did not ask for permission.
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My breasts hit the cold pane. His hips slammed into mine. Wet slaps filled the suite. Every thrust pushed a broken sound out of me that I could not swallow.
“Louder,” he said. “I want to hear you scream again.”
I did.
His name. Broken. Not careful.
“Luca-”
“Again.”
“LUCA!”
He cursed like the sound of it ruined him.
“Fuck. Say it. Scream my name. I like it when you do that.”
He gripped my hip hard and drove deeper. The window shuddered. Barcelona kept glittering like it had no idea what he was doing to me against it.
“You’re mine,” he growled in my ear. “This deal. This pussy. You. Mine.”
“Yes-”
“Say it.”
“I’m y-yours.”
He made a filthy sound and went harder.
I could see our reflection faintly in the glass. My open mouth. His body covering mine. The dirty way he disappeared into me over and over. My hands slipped on the window. He caught them, pinned them higher, and fucked me like he had been starving since the night he first ran.
“That’s it. Let the whole city hear you.”
I screamed his name again.
He liked that.
I felt it in the way his rhythm broke, then came back meaner. In the bite he left on my shoulder. In the way he kept talking, filthy and possessive, telling me how tight I was, how wet, how he could feel me clenching every time he said mine.
He pulled out only long enough to drag me to the armchair facing the mirror.
I barely had time to miss him.
Then I was hauled onto his lap, facing the glass, back to his chest, and he shoved his cock back into me from below in one slide that punched the air out of my lungs.
I saw everything.
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Him filling me.
mouth open.
His hands covering my breasts, squeezing until I cried out.
“Look at you,” he rasped. “Look how well you take me. Like you were made for me.”
I watched.
I could not stop watching.
Every thrust lifted me. Every squeeze made my eyes go wet. In the mirror I looked ruined and wanted and his.
“Luca-”
“Again.”
I screamed for him.
He cursed. Italian under his breath. English when he wanted me to understand.
“This pussy is mine. Deal. You hear me?”
“Yes-”
He pinched my nipples. Bit the side of my throat. Marked me while he fucked into me like he could live there. The armchair creaked. I watched his cock stretch me on every stroke, shiny, deep, rough.
Then he shuddered.
“Shit. Shit. Shit.”
What was wrong?
“No condom.”
Oh.
Too late.
) I felt him swell. Felt the panic and the hunger collide inside him, then inside me.
“Don’t pull out,” I gasped. “Don’t-it’s okay. I want it. I want you.”
What was I doing?
Why was I begging for this?
Because I did.
Because the deal had already stopped being careful.
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Because I wanted him to finish where no one else got to.
me
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pressed his forehead to the back of my head and a painful groan tore out of him as he emptied inside
Hot.
Deep.
Pulse after pulse.
His hands crushed my breasts. His mouth opened on my neck, leaving another mark while he filled me.
I took all of it.
Shaking.
Watching us in the mirror.
His come already slipping when he kept moving through it, still holding me down on his cock like he was not finished claiming me.
“Charlotte-”
“I have you.” My voice did not sound like mine. “I have you.”
He stayed buried.
Breathing like he had run a race.
Forehead to my spine.
Hands still on my chest like he could not let go.
Barcelona blinked beyond the glass.
The deal was still on the floor with the lingerie.
It already did not feel like just sex.
What was happening between us?
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Dex Morgan
Dex works to elevate each story with clean writing, emotional balance, and thoughtful flow for readers.