The Recluse Heir by Monique Moreau

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Cat settled into the passenger seat of my car. I instantly noticed a shift in her. She’d changed into a cerulean-blue silk dress that hugged her curves, but her shoulders were bunched up. Her beautiful face was strained, eyes creased with worry. They must’ve done a real number on her, and it pissed me off. That was family for you. Rarely supportive. I was surprised by how well Alex had taken what we’d done.

Grabbing her balled hand, I loosened her fist and pressed a kiss in the center of her palm.

“You okay, Kitty?” I asked.

Her downcast gaze finally lifted and met mine. Trouble shadowed her chocolate eyes.

“Yeah.” She blew out a breath. “It was tough.”

“What did they say? Tell me everything so I can blow their arguments out of the water.”

“More of the same,” she muttered. “I wronged them, my mother will get blamed for my bad behavior, and they’ve lost face in front of Alex and our own clan. My father said that I should have told him so that he wouldn’t have been taken for a loop.”

“Christ, I’m sick of how they try to brainwash us with this infernal duty to the family.” She flinched and I softened my tone. “It’s okay, baby girl. You have the right to make the best choice about your future. As for your mother, she should be used to the gossip. That’s one of the tough breaks of being part of mafie society. I swear, sometimes it’s like we’re in a cult.”

I released Cat’s hand and pulled out into the street. I felt her eyes on me and the heat in them singed me.

“What?”

“You’re so good to me. So strong. I have to warn you that my grandmother gave my mom the bright idea to tell everyone that she put me up to seducing you. In that way, the Popescus were able to right the wrong of forcing me to wed Nicu,” she confessed.

I slanted a glance her way and chuckled. “Wily old woman, your bunică. No worries, sweet girl. Neither Alex nor I care what people say. We know the truth and that’s all that matters.”

“Cristo said something to that affect.”

“And how was he? I know you two are tight,” I prodded gently.

Staring outside the window, she blew out a breath and shrugged despondently. “He had some harsh things to say. Between our age difference and living apart for six years, we don’t bicker or squabble. Until now. He resents this. Especially on top of almost single-handedly taking care of my mom this past year. It’s been rough, to say the least.”

I took hold of her hand and squeezed. “The worst is over. I have an overbearing older brother as well, and although I’m used to pissing him off, he eventually calms down and we get back to it. Alex and I have had many ups and downs. This is the first you and your brother have faced, but believe me, it will pass.”

I had taken my jacket off and rolled up my sleeves while waiting for her in the car. Her eyes kept returning to my hand and forearm, desire flickering in them. She liked what she saw, and damn if it didn’t make my chest puff up with pride. If she needed a distraction from all of this, I was more than happy to oblige. Glancing away, she bit down on her plump bottom lip. The tip of her tongue darted out. Fuck, that was sexy.

Her parents’ house wasn’t far from the Queensboro Bridge, and this late in the evening, we flew high above the East River. The shoreline of midtown Manhattan, lit up with towering buildings, was spread out before us. Another ten minutes and we’d be at the penthouse.

But I couldn’t wait that long to taste her.

At the first stoplight, I demanded, “Give me your mouth.”

Without waiting, I dragged my lips across her cheek and took her mouth with brutal force. She was tooth-achingly sweet. I sipped from whatever wine she had drunk from. A beep from behind alerted me that the light had changed, and I broke off with a groan and put the car into gear.

I grinned smugly when a hot shiver passed through her. I spied her nipples jutting out from the thin silk of her bra and shirt. Only I knew the color and taste of those plump berries. My hand slipped down to her thigh, rubbing the soft material of her dress.

“You don’t know how many times we were in the car together that I wanted to reach out and touch you like this,” I admitted.

Her chest began to rise and fall like bellows.

“Oh yeah?” she croaked out.

I nodded. “Wasn’t the only thing I wanted to do.”

She cleared her throat and asked in a husky tone, “What else did you want to do?”

A taxi swerved in front of me, but I pressed on the brake gently enough to not disrupt our conversation, our foreplay. I began massaging her thigh.

“I wanted to slide my hand under those sexy little skirts you constantly wore. Admit it, you wore them to drive me insane.”

“I may have noticed your eyes on my legs once or twice,” she replied coyly.

My hand slipped beneath the hem of her skirt, my wrist pushing one side up high and exposing the smooth skin of her thigh. She squirmed in her seat, spreading her thighs a little open for me.

“Such a good girl,” I murmured as my fingers traveled up the seam of her thighs. “Kitty, I can feel the heat of your pussy from here.”

I grazed my fingers up her inner thigh and down the other. Each pass prompted her to open a little wider. When I was satisfied by her silent begging, I dipped my fingers to the gusset of her panties and rubbed over the seam of her lower lips. The material over her cunt was drenched. Drenched.

Her thighs quivered in anticipation and she let out a low keen when I cupped her entire pussy. My palm practically burned from the wet heat. My cock stiffened like a steel pipe in my pants, my balls pulsing with pressure. I was ready to blow just from touching her. Unbelievable. My fingers pushed her panties aside and plunged inside. Soft and wet, her flesh wrapped around my fingers, sucking them in.

We’d arrived at my building, and I had to pull my desperate fingers out of her pussy. Fumbling around, I clicked the fob to open the door to the underground parking. I tore through it to get to my space. After parking, I unclipped our seat belts, pulled my seat back and swooped her onto my lap. The instant her hot pussy pressed down on my shaft, I moaned out loud. Our mouths crashed together, her whimpering into our kiss as we devoured each other.

My hips lifted off my seat, bouncing her on my lap. With the sexual tension we’d experienced in the car, it was no surprise that we’d end up fucking here.

“I need inside you,” I murmured against her mouth. “I can’t wait to get into the apartment. I need you now.”

“Yes, yes,” she moaned, her fingers roaming over my chest like she couldn’t get enough of me.

I tugged at the tiny buttons running down the length of her dress to get better access. Frustrated, I yanked a little too hard and tore the silk, but we were both too far gone to care. My hands traveled over her lacy bra and dragged the cups down to get to her luscious tits. Then there they were, their perfect weight cupped in the palms of my hands. The light coming through the tinted windows illuminated her cherry-colored nipples as her chest heaved in the tight space of the car. I laved and doted on them like it was my last supper. I was never hungry for a woman before, but with Cat, I was voracious.

Her dress was already halfway off her, so it wasn’t hard to divest her of the rest of it. I tossed her panties over my shoulder. A notch formed between her brows as she concentrated on opening my shirt. Bottom lip snagged between her teeth, her trembling fingers fumbled with the buttons of my shirt.

“The Lupu,” she breathed out, tracing the tattoo of the wolf baring its teeth that every clan member had inked on their bodies.

“You’ll have one soon,” I promised her.

Her eyes were riveted on my ink; she swallowed audibly. Oh, it’s real, baby girl. I had to get an appointment with our tattoo artist scheduled right away because I wanted my ink on her. For a Lupu, this was as important as the wedding ceremony.

Lifting on her knees, she gave me space to unbuckle my belt, unzip, and chuck my trousers and boxer briefs down into the footwell. My cock slapped against my abs, thanking me for its freedom. Goddamn, when her sweet, juicy slit hovered right above the crown, a drop of arousal beaded and rolled down my shaft. That had to be one of the most erotic visions I’d ever seen. I needed in, in, in.

“You dripped on me,” I muttered, my gaze zeroed in on the contact of her pussy with my cock. “You have no idea how damn hot that is.”

Taking her curvy ass in my hands, I drew her down, and fuck! Every inch she swallowed with her tight, tight cunt wrapped around my dick brought me a step closer to heaven.

Fingers tangled in my hair; one hand slapped my chest hard. I stared down at her bouncing tits and the shifting, flexing muscles of her belly as her wet pussy moved up and down my cock, swallowing it so good each time she moved farther down my shaft.

“It’s a snug fit, but I busted through this virgin hole once before and made it mine. This tight pussy is mine, only—gasp—mine,” I breathed out, shuddering.

“Yours,” she confirmed.

“Damn straight it is,” I growled.

I shoved her down hard, her slickness paving the way, until I was balls deep in the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever had. The ripple of her tits each time I slammed home from below added to the delirium, and I fought to keep control. Christ, she was a fucking sight. Head tilted to the side, jaw dropped open, eyes screwed tight in ecstasy.

I was the one pounding hard into her, but I felt so weak. She had me all twisted up inside. Stripped bare like I was bones and sinew, but no muscle. Every one of my secrets was there for the picking. Thank Christ her eyes hadn’t popped open and turned on me because I couldn’t have her seeing me so exposed. If she did, who the hell knew if she would stay. It was humbling and fucking terrifying at the same time, but that’s what fucking Cat was like. It went far beyond the physical.

This was only her third time, and not knowing any better, she rolled with it. But I knew how rare this was. It was a once-in-a-lifetime communion of body and soul. This woman was a power to be reckoned with. So help me God, if it was like this now, she’d slay me once she had a little experience under her belt.

My strokes got rougher,more demanding, but she was right there with me, riding me like a surfer catching a wave. I pumped from below and she dropped from above, the sound of our smacking flesh reverberating through the cramped quarters of my car. My balls slapped against her ass as sparks shot behind my eyelids.

On instinct, I gripped her throat. Her eyes shot wide for a moment and then dropped and hooded over.

“You like it. You like my dominance,” I murmured. Never was a woman created to fit me, piece by piece, so perfectly. We lined up together in every way. Anything I tried, she took to like a fish in water.

“Yes, Luca,” she moaned.

Stroking in and out of her tight, clenching pussy, I pressed my fingers deeper into the slim column of her throat. Her eyelids batted wildly as I controlled her breathing, constricting it slightly and then letting go. I switched up the angle and hit a spot that had her shuddering above me. Her nails scraped along the tight skin of my skull, drawing blood.

“Yeah, there you go, baby. Come on, come for daddy. Come hard for me,” I coaxed. Her hips worked me. She started cursing. Never heard anything dirty ever come out of her mouth before, but here she was whispering fuck, fuck, fuck on repeat. She was so far gone that she didn’t realize what she was saying.

Her eyes went blind. It was a gorgeous sight to witness her completely unravel. She threw her head back, baring her throat to me. She jerked and twitched, forming an erotic vision for me as her climax ricocheted through her lithe body. Caught up in her orgasm, she was unaware as she released my hair and her nails raked down the side of my face, probably leaving bright red claw marks.

I fucking loved it.

“That’s right. What a good girl. So dirty for daddy. So goddamn goo—”

I was cut off by a snap of her hips. She may have barely peaked, but she was suddenly in control. Staring me down, she gripped my shoulders and slammed down on me, rising and descending with total command. Eyes riveted on mine, they demanded I come.

Sweat rolled down both our torsos. Holy fuck, I wanted to keep pounding into her, making my claim, but she felt too good milking me. The inner muscles of her already tight-as-fuck pussy ruthlessly worked my cock. Her taking command was too much. She left me no choice but to let go.

My body jerked. Once. Twice. I blacked out as come shot out with an intensity that took my breath away. I wanted her pussy overflowing with my come, and…I wanted it to count. As my hips twisted and ground up into her, as ropes of seed lashed her womb, I desperately imagined that I was breeding her.

Her pussy squeezed of its own accord, drawing every drop out of me. Once it was done, she collapsed on top of me like a rag doll. She’d used up her last bit of energy. My arms went around and crossed over her back, pressing her in close. I felt her pounding heart against mine.

In that moment, whatever walls remained had crumbled to dust. I was all hers.