Filed to story: Bound by Honor (Aria & Luca) Drama Story
Falcone’s only purpose tonight had been to humiliate Cara. Growl’s blood boiled at the memory. Growl didn’t let anyone humiliate what was his, especially Cara.
For some reason that girl meant something to him. He’d never cared for anyone, except for his dogs and perhaps himself, but with Cara, he wasn’t sure what was happening to him. He didn’t want to care about her. He knew she didn’t want him. What she was doing was tactic, a way for her to survive what had been meant as a horrible punishment.
Growl didn’t know what was going on in her. If perhaps she didn’t hate him as much as he suspected. Sometimes she looked as if she didn’t hated being around him that much. She enjoyed his touch and sex and his kisses, that was obvious. That was something he could understand, but beyond that she remained a mystery to him.
And it didn’t matter either way. She was his and he would protect her. Even against Falcone. That man had been ruining Growl’s life for far too long. He’d never found the motivation to go against the man despite everything Falcone had done to Growl.
Growl wasn’t even sure why. He would kill anyone that tried to kill him. He wouldn’t even hesitate. But Falcone? Growl wasn’t sure what had been keeping him from revenge all these years. Falcone was his father, but Growl didn’t think that was why. Growl didn’t feel anything when he said or thought the word ‘father’. It was an empty word for him. And yet his father was still alive. Had he deep down been hoping that Falcone would see him as his son? Growl couldn’t even answer that question. And now he didn’t have to anymore. It was irrelevant why he hadn’t taken revenge on the man yet.
Something had changed. And the reason for it was Cara. In some way, Falcone had set everything in motion. By giving Cara to Growl, he’d signed his own death warrant, because Growl wanted to help Cara get revenge. He wanted nothing more. Falcone always called him his killing machine. Falcone had created the monster, and now it would come to kill its creator.
Perhaps she’d stop hating him if he did. He couldn’t hope for more than that. He knew nobody could ever like him, and he’d accepted that.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Cara
Growl had been very quiet since we’d returned from the party yesterday. I couldn’t tell if it meant that he was still thinking about helping me.
Growl flicked his thumb over my clit, tearing me from my thoughts. He pushed a finger into me. “I want your full attention,” he rumbled, pushing into me again.
I nodded quickly, and pushed any worry away. This was my reprieve.
Suddenly Growl pulled his hand away. Confusion rushed through me. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered, sitting back on his haunches.
I flushed with embarrassment. The last time I’d done that had ended in mortification. “It’s not right,” I said.
Growl barked out a laugh. “I don’t give a fuck about right as long as it feels good. We’ve done so many things that are not right. Don’t tell me this is worse.”
I stared at him, arms at my side. “I can’t do that with you watching.”
“But you’ve touched yourself before?”
I hesitated. “Yes,” I admitted reluctantly. Again shame washed over me like so many months ago. I wasn’t sure why it still bothered me so much. After all, Growl was right. I’d done a lot of worse things with him.
“And it had felt good, right?”
I shrugged half-heartedly. “It was okay.”
Growl raised an eyebrow. He gripped my wrist and pushed my hand between my legs. I jumped at the feeling of my fingers brushing my center. I tried to jerk away, but Growl was holding me tight. “Stop trying to do what’s right and do what feels good for you. You’re fucking overthinking everything again.”
I glared at him. “Don’t tell me what I like and whatnot. Maybe I don’t enjoy touching myself.”
Growl just looked at me. He covered my forefinger with his and guided mine between my folds. My fingertip brushed my clit, then glided through my wetness. I shuddered at the sensation. Growl kept sliding our fingers back and forth in a slow rhythm. His eyes bored into mine and it took everything I had not to close my eyes to hide from his gaze. He guided my finger lower until I nudged my opening. My eyes grew wide. I’d never done that. I knew how much I liked it when Growl did it though. I hesitated, but Growl didn’t let my insecurity get the better of me. He pushed my finger into me with his finger. I gasped in surprise and lust as both our fingers filled me. The feeling was incredible, and the hunger in Growl’s amber eyes only added to my own desire. This felt so wrong but so unbelievably good. Growl established a slow rhythm, sliding our fingers in and out of me. It was incredible how wet and soft I felt.
“How does it feel?” Growl rasped.
I shook my head, unwilling to give him a reply. I couldn’t admit aloud that this felt good. It was bad enough that I was enjoying it so much. Growl halted our fingers, his gaze becoming challenging. “How. Does. It. Feel?”
I bucked my hips, trying to keep on the sensation, but Growl stopped me with his arm.
“Good,” I said angrily. “It feels good.”
A smirk crossed Growl’s face, then it was gone, but he finally started moving again. He pushed our fingers harder into me, and I was getting closer to my orgasm but something was still missing.
“Touch your clit,” Growl said.
This time I didn’t hesitate. My other hand came down and I pressed two fingers down on my clit. I moaned, but quickly clamped my lips together, embarrassed by the sound when Growl was watching me so closely. As if he could tell that I had trouble letting myself fall over the edge while he was watching, his gaze travelled down my body and he watched how our hands and fingers moved in sync to drive me closer to release. And then when it finally crashed down on me, everything fell out of focus and I let everything out even when Growl turned his eyes back to me. I couldn’t hold back, didn’t want to. I hadn’t even caught my breath when Growl pushed to his feet and started undressing. I didn’t think I’d ever get used to the sight of him naked. His tattoo, his scars, his muscles, all about him screamed danger, screamed stay away, and yet every cell in my body seemed to crave his closeness. His cock was already standing to attention and it intensified the prickling between my legs again. I knew what was coming now and I couldn’t wait. For a moment he stood in the middle of the room, admiring me. But, I, too couldn’t get enough of letting my eyes roam over his body. Would this ever stop?
When my eyes returned to his face, his expression almost made me moan. He staggered toward me and climbed on the bed. I waited for him to climb on top of me and fuck me. But he surprised me by lying flat on his back. Confusion drew my brows together but before I could ask what he was doing, he gripped my hips and lifted me on top of him, so I was straddling his hips. His tip pressed against my opening and a thrill shot through my body at the sensation. Growl’s hands on my waist tightened after a moment. Uncertainty flooded me. I wasn’t exactly sure how to do this, but I didn’t want to admit it aloud. Gathering my courage, I steadied myself against Growl’s rock-hard chest. Focusing on his muscles and not the intensity of his eyes, I slowly lowered myself on his cock. A long moan escaped my lips at the feel of his length sliding into me deeper than ever before. I exhaled slowly when he was all the way in and I sat comfortably on top of him. I’d never felt this full before. It was incredible.
Growl moved his hips upwards a few inches and my eyes flew up to his. There was strain in his face. I smiled and his eyes flashed. Digging my nails into his chest the way he liked it, I lifted myself slowly, letting his cock glide out of me. I focused on tensing my inner muscles to make it even more intense for Growl, wanting to drive him to the brink of insanity. He gave my butt a light clap, making my eyes go wide and a surprised gasp, followed by a laugh slipped out of my mouth.
There was something close to playfulness in his expression. I started moving faster. My butt cheeks accidentally brushed his balls and he exhaled sharply. I faltered, unsure if that was a good sign but one look at his face erased all of my worries. He liked it. A lot.
I twisted my hips, making sure to press my butt against his balls every time I lowered myself. Growl’s breath grew faster and the low growls I adored came from deep in his throat again. My own body tightened in anticipation of an orgasm, and when I leaned forward slightly, my clit brushed his pubic bone and I came apart. My fingers dug even deeper into his skin and I moved faster, pushing my own orgasm into new heights. And then Growl’s body shuddered beneath me and I felt him release into me, teasing my tender inner walls even more. I cried out, throwing my head back. “Oh God,” I said.
When my heartbeat slowed, I opened my eyes and peered down at the man beneath me. He was watching me with surprise.
“What?” I said self-consciously.