Arabella’s POV
I choked on my sobs as I walked, and ran towards my room. I didn’t even know why I was even crying. I didn’t care about him. He could fuck his entire harem if he wanted.
“Arabella!”
I almost stopped. Was he really coming after me? But my anger was still raging hot so I didn’t stop.
I entered my room.
“Arabella, what’s wrong–”
“Margaret, leave us.” Luciano’s voice came from right behind me and I would have jumped but I was tired. So tired.
Margaret hesitated looking over at me for confirmation. I would have registered shock at the gesture if I weren’t stuck in my own head replaying what I had seen over and over again.
I nodded to Margaret and she left the room.
I ignored Luciano and walked towards my bed. His hand caught my arm, his strong grip stopping me.
“Arabella.”
His voice still sent chills down my spine, the good type. I hated my body for craving his touch.
I turned to look at him.
He was as devastatingly handsome as always. His dark hair fell over his face scattered as though he had run his fingers through it numerous times. His blue eyes looked bloodshot and tired. I averted my gaze from his. It felt too intimate.
“What do you want, Luciano?”
“In my room–”
“I know. I shouldn’t have gone there. I won’t do it again. I’m sorry for interrupting whatever it was you were doing there. You can return to Emery.”
I said caustically before turning away again but Luciano didn’t let me.
He held my face in his hands and wiped away the tears I didn’t even notice had fallen.
“Arabella, that wasn’t what I meant. Goddess, I’m sorry. Please stop crying.” Luciano sounded almost panicked.
“Because of the baby, right? You only care about your child. But what about me, Luciano? You just keep hurting me. I hate you.” I cried even harder pounding my fists against his chest.
“Arabella, for fuck’s sake listen to me. I didn’t do anything with her. And of course, I worry about my child but I care about you too.” He looked me in the eye and my assaults on him slowed then stopped. Luciano looked dead honest. He had also come after me so maybe, just maybe, he was telling me the truth.
I was lost in his hypnotic gaze and my gaze dropped to his lips. I raised my eyes to catch him watching me watch him. The sparks between us sizzled and burned and for a moment we were suspended at that moment.
“Please stop giving me hope, Luciano. You are making me feel things I have no business feeling because I know you will never reciprocate any of it.”
His eyes became downcast.
“Arabella, I…”
I knew what he was about to tell me the truth. That while he could care about me as the mother of his child, that was all I could hope for. Nothing more.
Desperation made me close the distance between us and press my lips against his. Now we would remain suspended at that moment, a moment in time where everything was possible, where I could imagine that he wanted to say that he loved me.
I groaned at the contact, it had been too long. Luciano kissed me back almost hungrily as though he had been waiting all his life to kiss me the way he did.
His hand slipped between the folds of my robe to cup my ass and pull me closer to himself. I slipped my hands around his neck, my fingers in his hair and surrendered to his every ministration.
Our lips and tongues danced, parting, sliding against each other. I panted breathing in his breath and giving it back to him as our kiss deepened.
I moaned grinding against him. I pulled away from him long enough to beg him. “Please Luciano, I need you.”
He captured my lips again before pulling away and acceding to my demands by yanking off my robe leaving me in my flimsy silk night dress. He looked down at me, his gaze wild and hungry.
Keeping eye contact with him, I pushed off the straps of my gown, the gown dropped to the ground and his eyes ravaged my body.
“You are beautiful. So fucking beautiful.” Luciano said his gaze hooded, he dropped a small kiss on my lips, my nape, and then he took my left breast and sucked it into his mouth. I gripped his head for balance as I moaned feeling an orgasm approaching.
My nipples had become even more sensitive with the pregnancy but this was the one time I actually appreciated it. Luciano swapped to my right breast and I came immediately my knees buckled beneath me.
Luciano caught me and lifted dropping me on the bed, his eyes hooded. I laid my upper half on the bed with my legs dangling down the sides of the bed, my thighs slightly parted. My core tightened and I needed him inside me. He pullled away and I outstretched my hand to him in supplication.
He stayed out of reach and slowly but surely took off his clothes. I have never seen a sexier sight and by the time he dropped his last piece of clothing, I was panting and ready for him, my hands between my legs riding my fingers to orgasm.
Luciano tsked and walked towards the bed, removing my hand from inside me. He locked gazes with me. “None of that, Arabella. All your pleasure is mine.” Then he licked my juices right off my fingers, one after the other.
I spread my legs wider, my hips almost vibrating with need. I eyed his impressive erection. Surely I wasn’t the only one hurting with need, no matter I would beg if I needed to.
I nodded. “Yes, it’s yours. Please, Luciano, I need you inside me.”
“You do beg so prettily.” Luciano smiled and spread my legs even wider, pushing my legs up so that my knees came up almost to my chest leaving me wide open for his perusal.
His gaze turned an almost liquid blue silver and Luciano dropped to his knees and kissed me, his hands parted my pussy lips and his tongue delved in lapping, teasing from my pussy to my clitoris.
The edges of my vision went white and I pulled his head even closer to me using his hair as a handhold. I gyrated my hips against his lips as he penetrated me with one finger while teasing my clit. He added another and I felt stretched out despite how wet I was. Then he began to fuck me with his fingers, he’d pull out almost all the way and then thrust back in almost violently.
I was already at the edge of another orgasm when he pulled out of me. I would have scratched his face in protest if he didn’t settle between my legs immediately, his dick rubbing enticingly against me. Pushing my legs a bit higher, he penetrated me.
It felt like it was my first time again only pleasure followed the pain of stretching this time. I hurt and gasped in pain but hooked my legs behind his back to urge him on. He moved slowly at first as though to gauge how much I could take, I gripped his hand tightly to gain his attention and his eyes met mine.
I let him see how much I needed him and he growled and began to take me harder. We moved like animals, wanting, needing. His rhythm
built back up, and the stroking of his cock into my tightened channel was hard and almost raw. But I needed even more of it. I moaned and whimpered as I rode out the pleasure.
When I came, it was a surprise, and with a cry and clenching of bed sheets. The pulsing of my walls around him proved to be too much for him and he pounded into me almost frantically before coming inside me. As he came, we held eye contact and it was the most intimate thing I’d ever done.
His eyes were a pool of lust that I could drown in. His face tightened, hardened and then when he finally came, I watched him come apart and pulled him down so that there wasn’t an inch of space between us and pressed my lips to his.
The kiss was languid, almost lazy and I felt thoroughly used.
After he finally pulled out of me, Luciano went into the shower to clean himself up and came out with a warm washcloth to clean me up.
I’d stayed up hoping for a cuddle but him cleaning me up got both of us so revved up that we fucked again. And again. When I finally slept exhausted, he was next to me, his front against my backside as we spooned. I wished fervently to freeze time so that today would never end but it did the way all good things do.
When I woke up in the morning, I felt deliciously sore and I was alone in my bed again. I almost cried which was embarrassingly silly. I missed him desperately. It was like last night had opened up a dam of want inside me.
Margaret wasn’t in yet and I was glad for it when I stumbled naked into my bathroom reeking of sex. I paused in front of the full-length mirror shocked at the number of bruises I’d acquired the night before. Bruises around my hips where he’d gripped me tightly while fucking me.
My boobs were extra sensitive and my neck looked like a wreck of bruise upon a bruise. Somewhere between the third and second time we fucked, he had begun biting and nibbling on my neck, his cock driving into me.
For a moment, I had thought he would mark me but he’d pulled away and given me a dark longing stare before bringing his hand to my throat choking me and thrusting inside of me simultaneously before coming one more time and pressing a light kiss to my neck.
As I stood there, my stomach slightly rounded with pregnancy, our child, and my body so completely used, I realized that I loved him. He didn’t deserve it not after all the darkness that lay between us, after all the hurt from both our sides.
My father killed his parents, he had in turn kidnapped, used, degraded, threatened to kill me and even tortured me. Did we even have a shot at happiness together? Or would we just end up hurting each other in the way we were already used to?
I was in love with no clue of what to do next.