His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 144

Luca kissed me like he’d been waiting for it all his life. There was no gentleness in it. He devoured me, his touch reverberating through every cell in me. He bit and suck my lower lip, demanding entry into my mouth, one of his hands holding my

chin up

while

the other pinning my arm to the wall.

His touch lingers behind, and he unzips my dress while still kissing me.

The little piece of silver sequin fabrics pools at my feet, leaving me in my matching set of red lingerie.

I had dressed for the occasion.

Desire and lust shine in his eyes when he stops kissing me, leaving me a breathless mess while he studies me from head to toe.

Heat rushes to my cheeks.

“You were going to let that fucker see you like this?” There was a grudge in Luca’s voice, -as if I wasn’t supposed to do that,

As if he didn’t want me to do that.

My cheeks just flush some more. “He isn’t the one seeing me now, is he?”

“Right as fuck he’s not. And he’s not ‘going to.

Luca lunges onto me, and I freeze the second I feel his lips on my jaw, trailing kisses.

my chest. He dips his head downwards towards my neck, my clavicle, and

I was panting, breathless, raising my neck to give him more of an access.

“Luca, I..” I murmured, shushed by his finger on my lips.

“Don’t take my name unless you want me to fuck you right here, by the wall.”

My core throbbed.

His hand wraps around my thigh and he lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist.

I dip my

head down to initiate the kiss till he throws me on the bed and then climbs on top of me, careful to not put his weight on me while he undoes his shirt buttons and then takes it off.

Six abs stare back at me underneath a completely tatted chest.

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gulp. The compass The eagle. A quote. Everything stares back at me in a hot mess, trailing to one of his arms all the

his breath, unclamping

and then the

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the shades of forest green in them more prominent before he places chaste kisses on my stomach, one of his hands grabbing my

gasp, hands curling in his hair.

when he takes in my nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue

and I subconsciously separate my legs, allowing him to arch himself inside. I could feel his hardness between my legs despite my flimsy underwear and

whimper while his hand presses onto my

away,

fingers find their way to my underwear, and he slips his finger in. “So. Fucking. Wet,” he grunts, looking smug about it.

had in me makes

“A

“Please,” I whimper.

while his hands unbuckle his belt and then his pants are off.

in his shorts

I gulp.

and I think he was going to

takes off his shorts,

coats me in

I mumble before I can stop

don’t you?” He laughs a little which dies when

he promises

shake my head. “However

I like?” He raises an eyebrow. “You have no idea what you’d

could reply, he tears my underwear from me, leaving

his eyes stay focused on my pussy, and I squirm a little. His thumb rubs against my clit

and

gently. “So tight,” he comments, and I could see his dick even harder if that

I say, breathless, arching my

you, bambina?” He mutters, and I nod. Frantically. Desperately. Baby girl. He called me baby girl.

take me like a good girl?”

I nod

don’t want you to look away from me, fiorellina.” He demands. Fiorellina. He called me his

I nod. “Understood.”

fiorellina.” ‘Good girl, my little flower‘. If he keeps talking dirty to me in that Italian accent, I was going to come right here without

he demands and I do so while he raises my legs to either of his

and my core throbs some more. Without warning, one second I could feel his tip on my entrance, and the second,

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gasped, the pain shooting downwards to my knees, all the way to

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rise to my eyes before the

I look back at the man in front of me, he seemed a little… angry. “Are

“Don’t stop,” I plead instead of

breath, “Why

doesn’t matter,” I retort.

and out. The pain finally subsides little by little