Chapter 237
-LUCA-
Nico made her laugh.
That was the problem.
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Not the joke. I did not even hear the joke. I heard Charlotte. Laughing. The sound she had made against my mouth last night, except now it was aimed at my fucking friend across a table where my mother was still selling Beatrice like she was the best doctor the world had ever seen.
I watched his mouth move.
I watched her smile.
The deal said exclusive.
No flirting with other men.
She was not supposed to look like that for anyone who was not me.
Nico leaned in. Stolen pastry in his mouth. Easy charm. The same Nico who had bought her a drink the night I carried her out of a bar. The same Nico I had put on the banned list before the sentence was finished.
Charlotte laughed again.
Something in my chest went sharp.
I could still feel last night. Against the window. The mirror. Her screaming my name. This morning, her mouth on my cock before my parents walked in and ruined everything. And now she was giving that laugh to him like it cost nothing.
“I’m getting drinks,” I said.
Chairs scraped. My father nodded like I had asked permission.
I looked at Charlotte. “Come help.”
She blinked. Surprised.
Then she stood because she always did when I asked like that.
Good.
We made it past the waiters.
The second we were out of sight I took her hand, pulled her into the powder room, and locked the door.
She gasped. “What are you doing?”
“I don’t like when any other man makes you laugh.”
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She frowned. “Nico? Luca, that’s-”
ad her against the marble before she finished.
Mouth on hers. Hard. Claiming. I kissed her like I could take the laugh out of her and put my name there instead. She made a sound into me and I swallowed it. Mine. Not his.
Panties down.
I shoved them to her knees, then off one ankle so I could spread her. She was already wet. I groaned in approval. I dragged two fingers through her and groaned.
“This,” I said. “This is why you don’t sit there smiling at him.”
“Luca-”
I unzipped my pants.
No time to prepare.
I positioned myself and slammed into her.
She choked on my name. Hands on the sink. I pounded into her like the restaurant on the other side of the wall did not exist. Wet. Fast. Deep. Messy.
Mine.
The mirror showed everything. Her open mouth. My hands on her hips. How her body took every thrust. I watched myself disappear into her and felt jealousy turn into something feral.
“You laugh for me,” I said against her ear. “Not him.”
“He’s-ah-like a family friend-”
“I don’t care.”
I didn’t.
I cared that she had smiled at him with my mark on her throat. I cared that my mother was sitting ten metres away pretending Beatrice was the future while Charlotte was clenched around my cock in a bathroom. I cared that Nico could pull a sound out of her that I wanted to own.
She clenched.
I swore and went harder.
The sink rattled. Her breath broke. I hooked an arm around her waist so she could not escape the depth of it.
“Say my name.”
“Luca-”
“Louder.”
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“Someone will hear-
When they hear. You’re mine. That was the deal.”
I fucked her like I could erase the memory of her laughing because of another man. Like I could fuck the laugh out of her and put screams there instead.
I told her I hated watching her mouth shape a smile for someone else. I told her I had sat there with my hand on her thigh and still wanted to drag her out the second Nico opened his mouth. I told her I did not share. Not smiles. Not this pussy. Not her.
“Look at me.”
She found me in the mirror.
That finished me faster than I wanted.
“Luca-I’m-”
“Come. Now. On my cock. Not thinking about anyone else.”
She broke with a cry she tried to muffle against me. Tight. Shaking. So wet I could hear it.
I lasted less than I wanted after that.
I exploded inside her with a groan I bit into her shoulder, filling her, holding her hips so she had to keep every drop.
Hot.
Deep.
Pulse after pulse.
Then I found the hickey on her neck and sucked it darker while I was still buried in her.
She shivered.
“Don’t cover my marks anymore.”
Her breath hitched. “Your mother already saw.”
“Good.”
I wanted her to see.
I wanted the whole table to see.
I pulled out slow. Watched my come slip down her thigh. Used two fingers to push some of it back inside her before I pulled her panties up like that was enough to make her presentable.
It was not.
She stared at me in the mirror, cheeks pink, eyes bright, looking freshly ruined. Flushed chest. Darker
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mark. Wetness she would have to sit on through the rest of breakfast.
ou cannot overreact like that because Nico told a joke.”
“I can. We have a deal. No flirting with other men.”
“It was not flirting. The deal is not you dragging me into a bathroom acting like you’re jealous
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“I am jealous.” It came out as a growl. I kissed the corner of her mouth, then the mark again. Get used to it.”
Get used to it.
Did I really say that?
I was surprised she did not slap me.
She swallowed instead.
That was worse.
That looked like she liked it.
I washed my hands. Kissed the bruise once more because I was not civilized. Because I needed one more taste before I had to sit across from my mother and pretend I had gone for coffee.
“You walk out first. I’ll get the tray.”
“Luca.”
“What.”
“You came in me. Again.”
“I know.”
Her eyes flashed. Not just anger.
Heat.
Almost like she liked that I had done it without another thought. No condom. No pause. Just claim. Just jealousy turned into come dripping down her thigh on the way back to a family breakfast.
unlocked the door.
The corridor smelled like coffee and expensive perfume.
Charlotte stepped out with her chin up, like she had not just been fucked against a sink because another man made her laugh.
I watched her walk back toward the table.
My mother looked at Charlotte’s throat when we sat down.
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I did not care.
was very close to wanting everyone at this table to know that she was mine.
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