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I feel his body against my back. He pushes his fingers through my hair, then wraps it around his fist and starts dragging me backward. I struggle to stay on my feet when he throws me into a stall and locks it behind him.

"Someone is going to come in," I tell him as he rips my jeans down my legs.

"I fucking hate these things."

"I love them; you bought them for me."

"When we go out, you need to wear something that makes it easier for me to get inside you," Luca says. He takes his cock out, turns me around and pushes me down toward the toilet. With my ass in the air, I grab the sides of the seat and his fingers dig into my hips as he thrusts into me.

"Fuck!"

"You can't say shit like that to me in public unless you want to get fucked," he growls. He fucks me hard and fast, the sound of his skin hitting mine when he slams into me and my cries echoing through the space. "You can't walk away from me and leave me hard like that…"

"Oh my god!" I scream.

"Say you're sorry."

"I'm sorry! Fuck!"

"I need more of your pussy on my dick," he groans. He releases my hips, and I feel his hands in my hair again. He grabs a handful of my hair at the scalp in both of his hands, pulling my head back and forcing me to arch my back more while he slams into me.

And it hurts, but it's a delicious hurt. His cock hits me just right, and pleasure builds in my lower gut while he manhandles me. I feel him so deep inside me that I literally shudder. Goosebumps run over my body, and tears leak from the corners of my eyes as he thrusts into me over and over again. I don't even care when I hear voices and the lights flick on, then quickly turn back off; whoever it was apparently decides to retreat from the bathroom once they hear us and realize what's happening.

One of the hands in my hair releases its hold, moves to the small of my back, and pushes down hard, making me arch in an unnatural way.

"Luca!" I scream, gritting my teeth. "Fuck!"

But his dick feels so good—hurts so good—that I'm almost sobbing when I come around him.

"Oh, fuck, Teagan," he rasps. "You feel so good soaking and squeezing my dick. Such a good fucking girl for me."

"Luca…oh my god…"

When I feel like I can't take it anymore, his thrusts become shorter, quicker bursts. He groans loudly, then buries himself deep, deep inside me and fills me with cum.

I stand up and lean against the stall wall when he's finished. Luca reaches down and pulls my underwear up my legs.

"Don't clean it up," he says, his tone soft and gentle. Then, he does the same with my jeans. "I want to see it when we get back to the hotel." He kisses me lightly on the lips. "Then, I'm going to fuck you again however you want, and I'll clean you up in the shower. Okay, baby?"

I nod, still breathless. "Yeah. Okay."

He trails kisses up my jawbone and says into my ear, "I love you, Teagan."

Oh, shit. This again. His drug of choice, as Declan said.

"Luca, don't," I say. "Don't do that."

"Why not?"

I place my hands on his face and look up at him. "You don't know me."

He shakes his head. "That's not true."

"Declan said that you don't know how to love someone—that you're incapable of it. You're just…confused."

"He said that?"

I swallow hard and nod.