Athena
“What would you like to do tonight?” Luciano mumbled, his face buried in my breasts. His breath tickled the hell out of me, warm against my skin and hardening my nipples. I purred in satisfaction when he grabbed one of them and slowly fondled the nipples, sucking in a breath when he pinched it. “Raven?”
“We just woke up. How about we find something to eat first instead of talking about what would happen tonight?” I forced out, weaving my hands into his hair, and urged him to take my breasts into his mouth.
I was fucking addicted.
To the feel of his mouth on me. To his touch. To his caresses. A shudder racked my body when he took the nipple he had been toying with into his mouth, sucking on it rather hotly.
“Oh fuck, don’t stop that.” I urged, holding his head in place.
He hummed, driving his hands between my thighs, and groaned softly. His mouth left my nipple then as he slid upwards, falling behind me. “I swear you’re always so damn wet,”
“I am. not,” I mumbled, feeling rather embarrassed.
“You are,” he murmured thickly, hands caressing my core lightly. “You’re as pliant as ever and fuck me if I didn’t love that very much,”
My body tensed at his words. He had better not do something as ridiculous as confess he loves me or hell I’d hightail my ass out of there faster than he could blink. Just because I enjoyed tupping in bed with him and shit like that, Love was off-limits.
“Relax, Cara. Let me take care of you,” he murmured and for a minute nothing happened until I felt him at my rather wet entrance. Thick, hot, and ready to destroy my world.
And I would gladly allow it.
“Oh, fuccck,” he groaned as he slid between my cheeks, every inch buried within me. I hummed in response encouraging him to move.
The room was silent save for the groans, grunts, and moans that spilled from us. I loved this. No talking. No jabbering like the last one we had. Just the sound of our bodies meeting and pulling apart. His hands played hard and fast on my clit like a freaking guitar and it wasn’t long before I exploded.
“Cara,” he groaned, said something in Italian then climaxed as well.
When I finally came down from my high, Luciano was in the bathroom and I was sprawled all over the bed, staring at the clock on the wall. It was almost noon!
So much for getting the morning-after pill. I palmed my stomach and shook my head. I doubted I would get pregnant. I hadn’t ovulated yet, that meant I was fucking safe right?
Athena? My mind countered and I sighed. It’s not like I could do shit right now anyways. I had to prepare for tonight.
Whether I liked it or not.
While Luciano bathed, I tried to get off the bed and succeeded after much struggle. Luciano had pounded the strength out of me. I chuckled and whipped out the burner phone. There were a few messages from Frederick. He was confirming their arrival that night. They had found the cabin and were waiting for the Italian police to mobilize. I typed a reply, ignored the sinking feeling in my chest and hid the phone, and sat on the bed, just as the door to the bathroom opened.
“You’re awake,” Luciano said, a shitty smile on his face as he walked towards me. His hair dripped with water lightly, causing droplets to run from his neck down to the nether parts of him that were hidden beneath the towel. My eyes fell on the bulge in the towel and involuntarily I licked my lips.
“Don’t look at me like that Cara,” he grumbled. “It’s hard to fucking resist.”
I licked my lips in response and cupped my breasts, jutting them up together. “I should get these clean too, shouldn’t I?”
Luciano’s eyes narrowed as he watched me. “What are you trying to do?”
“Oh nothing,” I purred, held up my mounds, and slowly licked at the nipples, making sure to hold his gaze. Oh fuck I wanted him again. Who was this whore?!
Luciano watched hungrily, his eyes watching me. movements sharply. I watched his throat work up and down as he swallowed and decided I had had enough. I let go of my breasts and stretched before rising to meet him.
“You naughty little. minx,” he panted as I drew closer.
My hands reached for the tent in his towel, and gave a gentle squeeze before I sauntered off into the bathroom, cackling wildly at the strings of curses he let out as I walked away.
In the bathroom, I turned on the shower to cold and stood there under the damn freezing waters, trying to gain control of my fucking hormones. It was time to get my head in the game.
*****
When night came, it found me. sitting on the couch watching Luciano through the kitchen door, moving about in the kitchen like a pro. I tried to keep tabs on all the things we had done today. Asides going at each other like fucking horny rabbits. I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to relive every moment.
We fooled around and watched a movie. An Italian movie. I barely heard shit they said and I wasn’t even bothered. Neither of us had watched the movie. We had spent the entire length making out and fondling each other. My thighs throbbed with need as the memory assailed me and I sighed wistfully. It was time for all of that to end Tonight. And Fuck I was damned ready for it. Luciano was toxic. He was too damn addicting and several times that day, I had considered telling him to run because the FBI was coming for him. It had taken a lot of self-control not to say a word about it.
“Do you like your salad with mayo or hummus?” He yelled from the kitchen and I sighed again.
He took very good care of me. How the hell was a ruthless Mafia Lord so damn caring? I used to suspect he had ulterior motives, but I couldn’t figure out what ulterior motives were anymore. Maybe that was because he had fucked my brains out.
“Mayo is fine,” I mumbled. I hated mayonnaise to the death but I wouldn’t be eating the salad anyways. Who cared what he added?
A sound at the door caught my attention and I nodded. Rising to my feet, I pulled out a gun from one of the throw pillows in the living room, cocked it, and pointed it at him.
Luciano’s eyes narrowed when he noticed what exactly was happening.
“Cara-” he was cut off by the sound of the front door breaking. I didn’t need to glance back to know. It was Frederick and the police pouring in.
“Freeze!” One of them yelled.
Luciano glanced behind me as they poured around us, holding their guns pointed at him. He sighed and dropped the spoon he held on the counter.
“Cara-”
“It’s Athena!” I corrected. I couldn’t stand him calling me that name. Not when I stood holding a gun to his head. Not now.
“Sure right, Athena,” he nodded and I frowned.
“You don’t look surprised,” I commented.
Luciano grinned, walking towards me, as if men didn’t have their guns pointed at him.
“Freeze! Don’t move or we’ll shoot!” Frederick yelled but his words fell on the mafia Lord’s deaf ears.
“I won’t hurt her if that’s what you’re afraid of, Mr. Gonzalez,” He said simply stopping only when the Glock I held was touching his chest.
“What are you doing?!” I whispered harshly, stunned as realization hit me. “You knew?!”
“Si, all along Cara or like you so fucking insist, Athena Hernandez.”
I gasped in shock. Luciano… Luciano knew. My hands trembled at his words and I shook my head.
“You’re just fibbing, there’s no way you knew-”
“The wiretaps, the cameras, the eavesdropping on my conversations?” He whispered and chuckled. “You’re a secret undercover cop sent to glean out information about me and then expose my ass to the fucking sunlight. What exactly did I leave out?”
“W-When did you find out?” I mumbled it had to be when I exposed myself at the mafia house. I had been out of my wits that day after discovering he hadn’t killed my father. Of course, he would find out. Perhaps that was what he had been up to the past few days.
“Shoot Athena,” he urged, wrapping his arm around my waist. The balls on this man!
“Let her go, Mr Moretti and we will escort you peacefully,” Frederick urged but Luciano. was fucking lost in his damn world.
“When did you find out?” I whispered, trembling visibly in his arms.
“Two weeks after you started working for me,” he dropped the bombshell.