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Chapter eighty-two

Samara

Sunday, September 27, 2026

“ O h, fuck .” He moans loudly, his head tossed back in ecstasy. I’ve barely even touched him.

The head of Luca’s dick is quite literally dripping in precum. The salty flavor glides over my tongue as I run it along his engorged length, paying special attention to the metal piercing his skin.

My skin feels feverish as I work to suppress the thoughts creeping in. God, I can’t wait to know how these feel inside me.

I take as much of him into my mouth as I can, but I’m already choking, and I’m just over halfway. My eyes are brimming with tears. I look up to meet Luca’s gaze, and it’s practically boring holes into me.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect, principessa. That sweet, glossy mouth of yours wrapped around my cock is the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.”

His words spur me forward despite how full my throat feels. I adjust my angle, taking him another inch and pumping my hand along the base to make up for whatever I can’t reach. My throat stretches to accommodate him, but it isn’t enough. “Fuck, yes, princess, just like that ,” he groans out.

I continue with the same pace, trying like hell to breathe through my nose as I do. “Samara…” He moans. Luca’s thumb slides into the corner of my mouth, unlatching my hollowed-out cheeks from his shaft. He removes himself from my mouth, replacing it with that thumb.

I look up at him, stunned.

“Lie on your back, Samara,” he instructs.

“Don’t you want me to—” But he cuts me off when I don’t move as quickly as he’d like.

He has me sprawled out on my back in the center of my bed. I watch as he crawls down my body, nestling himself between my legs.

Luca slides his hands beneath my thighs and pulls them up, placing my legs on his shoulders as he wrenches my body closer to his mouth. “I’m starving, princess. Aren’t you gonna feed me?” he asks, a devious smile playing across his lips.

When I don’t answer, too busy staring at him in shock, he rolls his eyes playfully, taking a chapter out of my own handbook. “Fine, if you don’t intend to feed me, I can do it myself, but what I can’t do is warm my ears while I eat. So, princess, will you be my earmuffs tonight?” A cheesy grin plays across his plump lips, and I can’t help but relax a fraction.

This sexy, hard-headed, absolute brute of a man is also a giant goofball, and I absolutely adore him.

I squeeze the sides of his head with my thighs, and he shakes with laughter. “Such a good, obedient girl,” he jokes.

“I’ve never been accused of being obedient in my whole damn life,” I tell him.

“Don’t I fucking know it,” he grumbles. Within seconds, his mouth is on me, licking a hot trail up my seam.

Tingles shoot up my spine, and everything tightens as he flicks his tongue over my clit, swirling, then sucking it between his lips.

“It should be illegal to taste this good and look just as magnificent.” His tongue darts inside me, and my back is arching off the bed, driving me closer to his face. My thighs relax around his head as pleasure courses more freely through me. “How is anyone supposed to think straight after having you like this?”

I’m nearly certain I haven’t had a coherent thought since meeting Luca, and right now is certainly not the moment things are about to start clearing up.

He nips along my lips and positions his thumb just right so it settles over my clit. He applies the perfect pressure before going to town, slurping and sucking on my sensitive flesh.

“Don’t stop, please!”

He continues his onslaught, moaning and grunting with every spasm and each squirm of my legs around his head. “Oh god, I’m so close.” I moan.

He tugs on my thighs, loosening them from his head, and rolls us awkwardly so I’m half seated on his chest and confused as fuck. “What the hell?” I ask, annoyed and frustrated.

“Come on, principessa. Sit on my face and take what we both want. I’ve been dreaming about this for months.”

Apprehension starts to bubble in my gut, but he shakes his head. “Absolutely not, Samara. I can already see the gears turning in your head. Sit on my goddamn face .”

Damn him and his all-knowing ways.

“I want all of you tonight. Give me what I want, just this once,” he begs.

And just like that, I’m climbing on top of him, settling myself over his mouth and coming undone for the third time tonight at the hands, or rather, mouth, of Luca De Laurentiis.