Page 20 of Sexted By a Stranger

Luca

Morning light streamed through the dining room's tall windows, casting warm patches across the polished mahogany table.

The gentle clink of silver against porcelain filled the air as Aria softly encouraged Leon to eat more of his scrambled eggs.

Sheila sat across from me, taking small sips of milk, sunlight dancing across her thick, lowered lashes and leaving scattered golden shadows.

"Luca," Leon's childish voice broke the peaceful silence.

He set down his fork, eyes bright as he looked at me.

"Professor Smith says he's teaching me perspective basics today.

Do you think I can paint that oak grove behind the estate?

The way the morning light filters through the leaves is absolutely beautiful. "

"Of course you can." I smiled at him. "What your eyes capture is the best subject there is."

Sheila set down her milk glass, her gaze settling on her brother as her lips curved into a gentle smile. This brief tranquility was precious, but it also made me acutely aware of the fangs lurking in the shadows.

Connor knew damn well that Sheila was my weakness. What about next time? I couldn't keep her locked away in this fortress of an estate forever.

She had to learn to protect herself. She had to have power.

"Sheila," I set down my coffee cup. Aria and Leon both looked over, and Sheila raised her eyes, amber irises holding a question.

"There's something I need to discuss with you."

"Okay."

I took her hand and led her toward the garden.

"Sheila," I deliberately sharpened my tone, "there are things you need to learn-skills that could save your life someday. Maybe even end someone else's."

"End someone's?" she repeated, her brow furrowing slightly. A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes, but no panic or resistance.

"Why?" She was direct. "Between Lennox's team and the estate security—"

"They can't shadow you like ghosts," I cut her off. "Last time was a street ambush. What about next time? If they pull you into some back alley? Lock you in a basement? You need to be ready for worst-case scenarios."

Sheila fell silent, but far from avoiding my gaze, she stared at me with growing intensity.

"Luca, your wound—"

"It's been two weeks. You don't need to worry."

"Alright," she said without hesitation. "I'll learn."

"Good." I stood up. "Ten minutes. Training room in the basement."

The training room was vast and cold, overhead lights illuminating thick black mats in the center. Sheila had changed into gray athletic wear, her hair pinned up high. She stood at the edge of the mat, tilting her head back slightly as she took in this space that was completely foreign to her.

I walked to face her. From this moment on, I was her instructor.

"Listen well," I said, my voice stripped of warmth. "The core principle is this: neutralize your enemy's capacity to act—swiftly and ruthlessly."

Her pupils snapped wider, but her spine locked straighter.

"The human body's vulnerabilities are your arsenal." My words fell like hammer strikes.

"Eyes. Throat. Temples. Groin—strike any with precision, and you cripple them instantly." A beat of silence thickened the air. "Or end them permanently.".

"Theory ends here." I stepped back, pointing to the human-shaped dummy nearby. "Now, find the weak points I just mentioned. Mark them."

Sheila took a deep breath and walked toward the target. She circled it once, then extended her hand. Each time she touched a spot, she paused, as if carving coordinates into her memory.

"Got the locations memorized?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Good." I moved behind her.

I extended my arms, wrapping them around her from behind, my chest pressing against her slender back. Through the thin athletic wear, I could clearly feel her tense muscle lines and accelerated heartbeat.

My right hand gripped her right wrist, my left hand resting on her left hip, guiding her to twist her waist and drive her elbow forward—

"Hit hard." My voice was against her ear. "Imagine your opponent is Connor. It's either you or him. Channel all your fear and rage into this strike."

She let out a sharp cry, driving her right elbow forward viciously.

"Yes. Just like that." I immediately released her hands and stepped back.

Sheila nodded forcefully, her gaze cold and bright, locked on the invisible enemy ahead.

Once, twice. Sweat traced down from her temples to her jaw, her breathing became labored, her movements occasionally lost form, but she gritted her teeth, pushing herself to the limit each time. There was a breathtaking beauty in that fierce determination.

I crossed my arms and stood in the shadows, watching her purse her lips, twist her waist, and drive her elbows. An indescribable heat began to smolder in my chest.

"Stop." After she completed the twentieth repetition, I called out.

I approached her. Sweat ran down her pale neck, disappearing into her neckline.

"Very good," I praised. "Fast enough, vicious enough."

"Continue." She wiped away the sweat and resumed her stance.

But in the next instant, fatigue made her knees buckle slightly, her center of gravity shifted, and she fell toward me.

I reached out to catch her, her warm body colliding with my chest, bringing the dampness of perspiration and her racing heartbeat. She looked up, eyes bright and clear, lips slightly parted.

"Luca."

Reason crumbled.

I lowered my head and kissed her fiercely. She didn't retreat—her fingertips climbed up my shoulders and back, nails digging into muscle as she responded with almost desperate urgency.

The adrenaline from training mixed with desire, forming a fire that threatened to consume us both.

"You know what?" I murmured in her ear, voice hoarse. "Watching you learn to protect yourself makes me both proud and heartbroken."

"Why heartbroken?" She panted, her breath caressing my neck, carrying confusion.

"Because I hope you'll never need to use any of this." I stroked her cheek. "But I hope even more that when the time comes, you'll have the ability to protect yourself."

She rose on her tiptoes, lightly kissing the corner of my mouth. "Then teach me more."

That sentence completely shattered what little restraint I had left.

I swept her up, settling her on my lap, face to face, and pulled off her sweat-dampened athletic top.

Her skin was covered in beads of perspiration, gleaming enticingly under the lights, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.

"Sheila…" I called her name softly, my voice rough.

She raised her eyes to meet mine. "What?"

I didn't answer, just leaned down and captured her lips. Her breath hitched, then she began responding.

I kissed down to her collarbone, my palm sliding to her chest. "You drive me absolutely fucking crazy."

"Luca…" she moaned softly, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I lifted my head, looking into her dazed eyes. "Still want to keep learning?"

"You're not a very good teacher."

I laughed, my hand sliding to her waist. "Then let me teach you something else."

My hands found the waistband of her leggings, fingers tracing along the edge. "This requires more hands-on instruction."

She bit her lower lip, eyes dark with want. "Show me."

My fingers slipped inside her panties, finding her core, and her body tensed sharply, a soft gasp escaping her lips, the sound echoing in the empty training room with a trembling hint of shyness.

"Luca, you jerk," she muttered through gritted teeth, her cheeks flushing red, her eyes glinting with a mix of defiance and undeniable desire.

I nipped her earlobe, my teeth grazing her skin, feeling her shiver under my touch as my fingers moved slowly inside her, deliberately dragging out each motion to tease every nerve.

"Relax, babe," I murmured against her ear, my voice rough with a playful edge of possession.

Her body softened, melting into me, her low moans soft and enticing, reverberating off the training room's hard floor and the sandbags surrounding us.

I sat on a low bench at the edge of the training area, my left shoulder's bandage pulling tight, a reminder of the gunshot wound still healing. She straddled me, her tight black sports bra and shorts clinging to her sweat-slicked skin, the sheen highlighting her toned curves.

Her hands braced on my right shoulder, carefully avoiding my bandaged left side, her fingertips digging into my skin like she was clinging to something solid.

My right arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the heat of her body through her thin clothes.

My fingers kept exploring her, slow and deep, savoring her warmth and tightness.

Her breaths came faster, her body instinctively rocking with my rhythm, hips swaying as if chasing more.

I sped up my fingers, hitting her most sensitive spot with precision. Her body jolted, a broken moan escaping as her hands gripped my shoulders, nails biting into my skin with a sharp sting.

I lifted my head, capturing her lips, my tongue pushing past her teeth, claiming her with raw hunger.

Her response was fierce, her tongue tangling with mine, all her shyness and resistance melting into passion.

Her sports bra, soaked with sweat, clung to her chest, outlining every curve.

My right hand slid to her breast, caressing through the fabric, thumb circling the sensitive peak, teasing a low moan from her.

I tugged down the strap, exposing her pale skin, my lips closing around one nipple, tongue swirling and sucking, while my other hand gently pinched the other side, possessive yet tender.

Her back arched, breaths heavy, her moans echoing through the training room, impossible to hold back.

"Luca… careful with your wound…" she gasped, eyes flickering with worry.

I chuckled, pulling her closer with my right arm, forehead pressing against hers.

"I'm fine, babe. You're making me forget any pain.

" My fingers slipped from her core, moving to her shorts, hooking the edge and pulling them down, revealing her long legs and black panties.

I tugged the panties off, tossing them aside, her body fully bared to me, skin glowing under the dim lights like a perfect sculpture.

Her cheeks flushed deeper, biting her lip to hide her shyness.

I yanked down my pants, freeing my already hard length.

Her eyes flicked to it, a flash of shyness giving way to hunger.

Her hand reached out, stroking gently, cautious but teasing.

I let out a low groan, my right arm circling her waist, guiding her into position.

She lowered herself, taking me in, and I held my breath, feeling her tightness and warmth envelop me.

Her hands braced on my right shoulder, avoiding my wound, and she started moving, slow and careful, each motion pulling me deeper.

Her breaths were ragged, eyes burning with desire, her body rising and falling, syncing with mine.

My right hand slid to her breast, thumb brushing her nipple, sending shivers through her.

Her moans grew louder, broken and sweet, ringing through the training room.

I leaned in, lips grazing her ear, whispering, "Ride me, stellina.

" My voice was low, dripping with possessiveness.

She gave herself fully, moving faster, each thrust deeper, like she was merging with me.

My hand slid from her breast back to her clit, fingers rubbing quickly, pushing her pleasure higher.

Her body trembled, her voice breaking as she gasped my name.

Pleasure crashed over her like a wave, her scream of my name echoing as her body shook with climax. I followed, a deep growl tearing from me as I shuddered, releasing inside her. We trembled together, sweat and heat blending, becoming one.

She collapsed against my chest, her breaths steadying, eyes soft with a gentle glow as she whispered, "Luca…" Her voice was barely a murmur, laced with tenderness. I held her close, my heartbeat steady under her, savoring the happiness at this moment.