MONALISA
We were back in daddy’s room after we had both washed up and he had his arm wrapped around me, holding my body closely to his.
Though we had taken a bath and he had called an end to our ‘lesson’ for the day, I could still feel his hard on behind him showing how much he was yearning for me.
And just feeling that was enough for me to want him too. Not just for him to touch me in the name of ‘lessons’ but for him to take me like he really meant it.
For him to shove his big cock into my needy pussy and flip me over like his little slut but I did nothing for now. I just remained in his arms, enjoying his warmth.
His hard body wrapped me up and made me feel so much ease. I wanted to ask him about Francesca but right now wasn’t the right time to ask about that.
After a few minutes, I was feeling drowsy but I also felt thirsty so I decided to get up to do so.
“Where are you off to, cupcake?” He asked, his grip tightening around me.
“To get some water” I mumbled.
“I will get it for you” he replied.
“No, I can get it…”
“Stay back here” he cut me off and he got out of bed.
“I will be back” he mumbled in the silence of the room and I saw him walk out.
I sat up on the bed as soon as he was out, I was only clad in a shirt belonging to him. I needed no one to tell me mum wasn’t going to be back home this night. Though times when she had these urgent calls were not that frequent but whenever she had it, she returned home the next day.
I got up on my feet and almost giggled, feeling them wobble a bit before I regained myself. Heavens! He was making my legs wobble without even fucking me yet.
I stopped by his table and took a look at the few books on the table. I picked one of the books up and was surprised to find a bracelet underneath it.
It looked exactly like the bracelet my father had always been wearing in his pictures. I picked it up with arched brows wondering if it really was the one.
I brought it closer to see it better and ascertain if it was the one or not. And it was it!
How in the world was this bracelet here?
Mum had said that my father had left home with it and his corpse had been brought home without it so why was it here?
I was still thinking hard when the door was pushed open and Lucius walked in with a glass of water. His gaze dropped to the bracelet and I saw a bit of unease appear on his face as soon as he saw me with it.
“Going through my things?” He asked, walking further into the room.
His face still held that tiny bit of unease and a bit of anger but his voice was calm and cool.
“This bracelet, it belongs to my father, right?” I questioned, ignoring his questions.
I heard him sigh softly as he handed me the glass of water and took the bracelet from me.
“Yes, it belonged to him” he affirmed.
“How come you have it then? Mum told me my father’s corpse was brought home without it”
“On the day your father died, we met and the bracelet broke. He asked me to help him fix it and then he left my place. He never came back for it because he died” he draped an arm around my shoulder comfortingly and I was really grateful for it.
“My mum would have been grateful… Grateful to have it though. She finds it precious” I said softly.
“That’s right. I didn’t think straight, I just wanted to have something that belonged to my friend and I didn’t consider that his wife would have loved to have it. I will give it to your mum tomorrow”
“T-thank you so much” I turned and hugged him.
“For what?” I heard a small chuckle leave him.
“For everything. For being there for us all these years, for providing for us this much and even for… For this” I replied and pulled away from the hug to look at his face and then his body, passing my message across.
“You don’t have to thank me for anything, Cupcake. You absolutely don’t have to.” He assured me and without a warning, he dipped down and dropped a soft kiss on my lips.
I felt my heart flutter at that moment and then he pulled back.
“I still have a question”
“Go on” his gaze was on my face as he spoke.
He was staring at me like I was a precious jewel of some sort..
“About Francesca, was it you? Did you do all of that to her?” I asked and he averted his gaze immediately, pulling away from me entirely.
“It’s late, you should get to bed now.”
“You did it. That’s why you are avoiding the question.” I accused him.
“Yes, I did it and I will do worse if she dares to hurt you even one more time” he spoke without a tiny bit of remorse.
“Oh my! She was in a bad state! And her family, they have all lost their jobs. That is too bad”
“Too bad? That is not enough, cupcake” he took two steps close to me, making eye contact with me.
“That little bitch made you cry, not once, not even twice. What I did to her is not even half enough”
“No, no” I shook my head.
Even though Francesca had done all of that to me, I didn’t want this happening to her.
“Please don’t hurt her anymore”
“You are seriously telling me to let her go scot-free?” He questioned, a tinge of darkness suddenly surrounding him.
“Yes, please” I begged softly and watched him groan and throw his head back.
“Don’t beg me. There is only one situation when I want you begging and pleading, not right now.” He groaned.
“Please” I held onto his right arm and pulled at it lightly.
“You will listen to me, right?”
“I will think about it, cupcake” he sighed.
“Now, be a good girl and get back in bed”