Page 101 of Worship

He just misses me, and I gasp, almost losing my footing as I keep running to the door.

I push against it, jiggling the lock, but it doesn’t open. I spin around just as Luca roughly smacks a hand against the door next to my face, our noses almost touching.

“Gotcha.”

HER EYES ARE WIDE, BUTshe isn’t scared. She’s turned on.

The chase isn’t even the best part. It’s the anticipation of what I’ll do once I catch her that has goose bumps trailing behind where my gaze scorches her body. I lean in close to her face and kiss her jaw, nipping the skin, enjoying when her body jumps. I bring my fingers to her collarbone and trace the delicate area.

“What to do, what to do?”

She doesn’t answer, knowing it’s rhetorical. I have a plan for my angel tonight.And I’m going to fucking enjoy this.

Her hands hit my chest, and it’s so unexpected, my feet carry me back a few steps as I watch her take the advantage to run past me.

“Oh no you don’t!” I roar and grab her wrist, jolting her back, dipping my shoulder and throwing her over it.

It’s déjà vu of the first night I fucked her. It suits us because tonight is our real beginning.

Her body bucks and fights against the grip I have on the back of her thighs.

“Enough!”

I grip her ass hard, squeezing it and making it hurt just enough to remind her who’s in charge. Much to my satisfaction, her entire body tenses as a raspy moan fills the night air.

Gretchen begins to relax, kissing my bare back as I walk up the stairs of the deck. She’s a kitten now that she’s getting what she needs.

Pulling out my phone from my pocket, I unlock the doors and shove it back in my jeans. The lights are off inside, and I don’t bother to turn them on, knowing where I’m going.

As I secure one arm around Gretchen and the other one on her ass, I knead and begin to play, dipping my fingers between her legs and rubbing her pussy.

My gentleness is submerged, held under by my carnality.

“I’m going to make this ass mine tonight.”

Snarling, my palm smacks her ass three times, each harder than the first. Gretchen’s fingers grip my back, her nails digging into me.

My angel is breathy, and her low pants fill the room.

“Oh, fuck, Luca. More.”

I’m fueled by her need; it makes me arrogant. She needs something only I can give her.

I push the bedroom door open with my foot and close it behind me the very same way, then bend down and deposit Gretchen to her feet. My voice is gritty when I speak.

“Turn around. Hands behind your back.”

I all but growl, demanding her submission, and by the look on her face, she loves it.

Gretchen spins around, and I take each of her arms roughly, pulling them behind her back, crossing them at her wrists. I wrap my belt around her wrists and secure them in place. I tug, testing the hold, and smile when it doesn’t budge.

I grab her hands and pull her backward a few steps and spin her with force, catching her waist as she faces me.

She gasps and I kiss her, cutting off her breath so she has to use mine.

My head jerks back just as quickly, and her eyes bore into my own. I narrow mine and look down at her jeans, hooking my fingers in the loops, dragging them up until they cut into the places that need relief. I barely rock my hands, but she begins moving with me, feeling the friction of her jeans against her clit.

She’s helpless, needing to come but unable to do anything about it.She has to trust me.Her body pushes in harder, and I pull up, making her gasp again. I let her enjoy the sting, but only for a minute before I yank them down.