Bound By Blood Anthology

He returned my gaze steadily, eyes hungry but relentless. He wanted to drive me to the brink, make me beg for more. I pressed my lips together, determined to win this game. My hand shot out and grasped Luca’s erection before he could stop me. He twitched in my palm. Slowly I ran my thumb over his tip, coating it with precum. Luca let out a low growl and eased his fingers all the way into me. I almost cried out. Instead I let my head fall forward and released a long breath through my nose. Luca curled his fingers in me and pressed his knuckle against my clit. He moved slowly. Despite my best intentions, I ground myself against him, at least as much as his hold on my shoulder allowed.

I tightened my grip on his cock and started pumping up and down. Luca’s fingers sped up. I could feel myself getting closer; my arms started shaking and my breathing was coming fast. Then without warning, Luca pulled his fingers out of me and released me. My legs almost buckled. I jerked up, whirled around, and glowered at Luca.

“We are here to teach you how to defend yourself. Maybe the frustration you’re feeling now will give you the necessary motivation to fight.”

I crossed the distance between us and fell to my knees. Luca’s hands shot out to grip my head and stop me, but my tongue darted out and licked the precum off his tip before he could do any such thing. After that, he only raked his fingers through my hair and moaned quietly. I only took his tip into my mouth while my hand worked his shaft; that’s how he liked it best. Occasionally I’d pull back to lick the underside of his cock from bottom to top. Luca began thrusting lightly, a good indicator that his release was getting close. With an audible ‘plop’ I let his cock slip from my lips and stood. “And this should distract you enough for me to land a few good hits,” I said with a wicked grin.

“Aria,” Luca growled. “Don’t leave me hanging like that.”

“From what I see, you’re not hanging at all.”

Luca tried to grab me, but I jumped back and snatched my gym clothes before I darted away to the other end of the changing room. Luca didn’t chase me but his expression was that of a jaguar watching its prey. He looked so damn sexy that it took all of my self-control not to throw myself at him. Instead I calmly put on my workout shorts and tank top. Luca watched me the entire time.

I raised an eyebrow and nodded toward his erection. “I thought we were going to work out.”

Luca shook his head with a chuckle. “What’s become of the shy girl I married?”

“You corrupted her,” I said with a smile.

Luca put on black sweatpants and a tight white shirt. I approached him, suddenly insecure. Did he think I’d become too forward?

“Did you prefer her?” I asked, trying to sound teasing but failing spectacularly.

“I love you exactly as you are,” Luca said. He grabbed my arm and pulled me against him before he kissed me firmly.

Luca frowned when he pulled back. “That sounded fucking cheesy.”

I grinned. “You’re turning into a softy.”

“We’ll see about that. Let’s go before I cancel our training and have my way with you right here on the bench.”

That didn’t sound too bad, but Luca took my hand and led me out of the changing room, probably to show me how good his self-control was.

We headed straight toward the sparring mats as we always did. When we faced each other, my eyes darted to Luca’s crotch even without intending to, but his bulge was gone, which shouldn’t have disappointed me as much as it did. The Capo could hardly prance around with his erection in front of his soldiers. Luca’s eyes flashed, but he didn’t give me the grin he reserved for when we were alone. His face remained the hard mask he almost always wore when he was around his soldiers. I wasn’t sure why Made Men thought showing any kind of emotion that wasn’t anger or hate was some kind of weakness. Luca motioned for me to attack him. As usual, I tried to land a hit, which was impossible with his fight experience and reflexes. My third try landed me flat on my back with Luca crouching over me. His hand brushed my mound through my shorts, only the barest touch, but it sent bolts of lightning through my body.

It hadn’t been an accident. Luca’s eyes said it all. I let him pull me to my feet and made sure to brush past him in a way that my hip touched his groin area.

After that, it was pretty clear that our fight training had turned into a game of who could drive the other wilder with secret touches. The other men in the gym seemed oblivious to our activities, or they knew better than to pay too much attention to us. My body was practically bursting with need when Luca finally ended our session. I wanted to drag him into the changing room with me, even if that meant I’d lose our little game. But one of the men came over to us, a teenage boy at his side.