Broken By Him, Now He's On His Knees

Chapter 3: Passionate Night

Luciana's POV

The hotel room door clicked shut. My handbag slipped from my fingers, hitting the floor with a soft thud, as an intense heat consumed me, too impatient to wait. The liquor, I guessed, had finally taken hold. I moved closer to him, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He stopped me abruptly, and my head snapped up.

"What?" My voice was a breathless whisper. "I thought this is what you want, or you don't..." Before I could finish, his mouth claimed mine, and we were kissing. The intensity of it swallowed me whole, my legs wobbling beneath me. I flung my arms around his neck, clinging to him to keep myself from falling.

The kiss lingered for a few moments before he broke away, a wave of sharp disappointment washing over me. I stood before him, my legs trembling slightly, my breath coming in shaky gasps. The silence between us spoke volumes.

Then, his mouth was on mine again, but this time the kiss was different—rougher, hotter, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I felt his hand at my back, and in a swift motion, he unzipped my dress. It took him only seconds to strip it from me, a professional's touch.

Left in only my bra and panties, he wasted no time unhooking my bra. He then pulled off his own shirt, all without breaking the kiss. He finally pulled away, my lungs burning, desperate for air. My chest hummed, my heart pounded a frantic rhythm. My gaze traced down his shirtless body, and my breath caught in my throat. My body froze, staring at the perfectly sculpted form. He was far beyond Michael; everything about him—his body, his kiss, his scent—screamed it. I swallowed hard, unable to tear my gaze from the tattoo on his chest that only added to his raw charm. Then, I felt his hand on my chin, lifting it.

"Look at me," he commanded. Like a loyal servant, my gaze snapped to his. A sudden flush of heat spread through me as our eyes met.

"I want you, all of you." His voice alone was enough to send a shiver down my spine.

Without another word, he lifted me, carried me to the bed, and gently laid me down. My eyes followed his every move as he shed his trousers, revealing the undeniable bulge in his boxer briefs. He drew closer, hovering over me on the bed, his strong hands cupping my breasts. A soft sigh escaped my lips as pleasure surged. He squeezed them, doubling the sensation, my blood buzzing. Then, his tongue traced my n*****s, making me dizzy.

"Mmm, you taste good," he mumbled, continuing to suckle, darting from one to the other. I shut my eyes, trying to prolong the pleasure.

He stopped, then his tongue began tracing a path down my stomach, to my waist, finally stopping between my legs. His hands spread my legs slightly, and then I felt his hand cup my c******s, sending a jolt through me as if I'd been struck by electricity. He glanced up at me before a finger slid inside. I moaned loudly, clamping a hand over my mouth to stifle the sound.

He began to throb his finger in and out, slowly at first, but then the pace quickened, causing me to writhe in pleasure on the bed. His movements were so fast I felt myself drowning in sensation, my head tilting back, biting my lips to suppress the moans, though strangled noises still escaped.

"You like it?" he asked, but I couldn't reply, lost completely in pleasure. All I could manage was a quick nod.

"You want me, now?" I immediately nodded, but then suddenly he increased his pace. "I want to hear you say it."

I bit my lips aggressively, trying to suppress the pleasure consuming my body, mustering every ounce of remaining strength to speak. I held my breath as his movements became unbearable. "Say it. I want to hear you. Do you want me now?" he pressed, his movements aggressive and overwhelming, pushing me to my orgasm.

"Yes!" I screamed. He stopped abruptly, and a sharp exhale escaped me.

He quickly shed his boxer briefs, then positioned himself between my legs. Before I could recover from my orgasm, he thrust into me, making me gasp sharply. He filled me completely, making it hard to breathe normally as I tried to adjust.

Slowly, he began to thrust, his movements graceful and cautious. Pleasure enveloped me, and I moaned softly. Then, his pace quickened. My eyes rolled back, my hands clenching the bedsheets as he thrust faster and faster, my moans growing louder and louder. Soon, I reached my second orgasm, then a third. We didn't stop there, continuing until both of us were completely worn out, finally drifting off to sleep.

Two Months Later

My gaze trailed down to my hand, intertwined with Romano's on the seat beside me. A smile spread across my lips as the memories of our first encounter flashed through my mind. Since that passionate night, our one-night stand had blossomed into something beautiful. He had shown me there was still hope in love, a love I hadn't thought possible after my breakup with Michael. I couldn't wait to meet his family and marry him.

He had told me everything about himself. The night we met at the bar, he'd been in Paris for business. Now, with his business concluded, I was happy to return to Italy with him, back to my father. Though I wasn't going there to meet my father—I didn't even plan to inform him of my return. I didn't want him to be an antagonist in my love with Romano. He would definitely oppose our relationship, having once told me he would marry me off to some stranger for a business alliance.

"Take this," his sweet voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me from my trance. I looked beside me, where he sat, his lips spreading into a smile as our gazes collided. "Here, drink it. It's refreshing." He offered me a glass of juice.

"Thank you," I mumbled, flashing him a bright, wide smile. I took the glass and gulped down the whole juice. The liquid was smooth and truly refreshing. "It's truly refreshing, I like it." I smiled at him.

"I told you," he replied, taking the empty glass and placing it aside.

"Do you think when we get back to Italy, your family will like me?" I asked, concern evident in my voice.

"You don't need to worry, both my mother and sister are good people. I'm sure they will love you," he assured, taking my hand in his again and squeezing it gently.

My gaze shifted to the plane window, a sigh unknowingly escaping my lips as I thought about how my encounter with his family would go.

"Aren't you going to inform your father when we get back to the country?" he asked, but I shook my head.

"No, I'm not. He will be against my marriage with you, and I want no one to oppose our relationship," I explained, and he smiled.

Then, a sudden wave of sleepiness washed over me. I rested my head on his shoulder, deciding to take a rest. "I love you," I told him, my eyes drifting closed.

"I'm sure your father will be willing to sacrifice everything for you." I heard him say, but I was too sleepy to ask what he meant. S

oon after, I lost consciousness.