Bad Medicine (Underworld Kings)

I nod eagerly, biting my lip and watching him climb on the bed. Wrapping his hands around the front of my thighs, he pulls me against him, my ass hitting his taut quads. Moving his wide palms down my legs, over my hips, along my ribcage, and stopping to cup my breast, he growls in pure male appreciation for my feminine form.

“Mine, all mine. Offer yourself to me.”

I peer up and look into his eyes, questioning him, “Wh-what?” I’m at his mercy; how else can I offer myself to him?

“Take those fingers, spread your swollen pussy lips, and offer me your cunt, baby.”

Could there be anything more DeLuca than that?

I think not.

“Yes, sir.”

He tweaks my nipple in appreciation for my words. I do as he says when he grasps me and lifts my hips from the bed to line me up with his cock. Spreading my lips with my pointer and middle finger, I offer him my most intimate place.

“Fuck me, that’s sexy. Hold on, baby.” With that, he slides in, inch by thick, long inch. We both gasp, our eyes never leaving one another’s while flesh meets flesh.

“Oh God,” I cry out when he hits my cervix and still isn’t all the way in.

“So fucking good.” He starts to thrust in and out, in and out, slow and languid so that we savor every inch. “Lick it, pretty girl,” he orders, bringing his thumb to my lips, and I lick the tip seductively, trying to drive him as mad as possible. I feel him pulse in me, and he groans.

“I’m going to come. You need to come with me. We have all night to go at each other. Right now, I just need to dirty you up and fucking mark you.”

I cry out when he takes his now-wet thumb and presses on my clit.

“Shit, DeLuca. I’m gonna come. Please. Condom.” I remember I haven’t taken my pill in two days since they’re still hidden in my bathroom at home.

“No, you get my come.”

“But we aren’t protected.”

“As if I fucking care, baby. You take all of me, right, piccolina?”

Oh God, his words are like molten lava. I can’t resist the heat.

“Yes, oh God, yes, right there. Don’t stop!” He hits a part deep inside me that has my knees shaking and my core exploding with butterflies, a place that’s never been touched before.

“Come. Fuck. Come now, Arabella.”

And I do just that. I orgasm with him, his come filling my body in warm spurts.

Holy hell. I’m gone. I’m his. Never will I be able to walk away now.

16

DeLuca

“If you could be anyone or anything in the world, what would you be?” I ask her, my fingers sifting through her hair as her head rests on my chest, her sated face looking up at me, her eyes at half-mast.

We’ve been lying here for hours, going back and forth asking each other questions before making love, then falling back to the pillows to continue our conversation. I can’t get enough of her. Can’t get enough of her body, her words, her hopes and dreams. I could listen to the soft, lyrical voice of hers and never grow tired of it.

“Honestly?” she murmurs, biting her lower lip. When I nod, she sighs. “A mom. But not like… my mom. A real mom. I wouldn’t pawn my kids off on nannies and boarding schools. I want to be… one of those Pinterest moms, ya know?”

“No.” I chuckle. “I don’t know. What exactly is a Pinterest mom?”

She smiles languidly, turning onto her back, her head still resting there on my ribs, but she looks up at the ceiling now. My hand moves down to cup her breast now peeking out from beneath the sheet. She closes her eyes as she speaks.

“I want to find recipes on the internet and cook them up for dinner, my son or daughter playing the part of my sous chef and making a mess for us to laugh at and tidy together after we’re finished eating. I want to bake homemade cookies for their classroom, having to make sure there’s no gluten, peanuts, sugar, or anything remotely delicious in them, but still figure out how to make them yummy. I want a jogging stroller to put my baby in to run around the park, then take a mommy and me yoga class with all the other mamas lucky enough to stay home with their kids. I want to take them to the library when they’re toddlers for story time to plant that seed of loving books from a young age, like I always have. I want my world to revolve around my children… and the man I love, and block out everything from the ruined world I was brought up in.” She swallows and opens her eyes, turning her head to look up at me once again.