Going to the bathroom burned like hell, and walking wasn’t exactly comfortable either. I sighed as I walked back to the bedroom where Luca lay with his head resting on my arm. He observed me.
“Irritated?”
I nodded, blushing. “Yes. I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?”
I lay down beside him. “I thought you would want to do it again, but I don’t think I can.”
Luca ran his fingertips over my ribs. “I know. I didn’t expect you to be ready so soon.” He massaged my stomach, then lowered himself slightly. “I could lick you if you feel like it.”
My heart stiffened and I really wanted to say yes. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Luca nodded and settled back on the pillows. The blanket wrapped around his hips, revealing his muscular torso and the scars there.
I walked over and lifted myself on top of him. I traced Luca’s scars, wondering what kind of stories lay behind each of them. I wanted to know them all, wanted to understand Luca scar by scar like a puzzle. Where did he get the long scar on his shoulder and the bullet wound under his ribs? Luca was exploring my breasts and face with his eyes. He ran his thumb over my nipples. “Your breasts are fucking perfect.” His touch was more possessive than sexual, but I could still feel him all the way between my legs.
Trying to distract myself, I stopped my fingertips on an almost faded scar on my abs.
“Where did you get this scar?”
“I was 11 years old.” My eyes widened. I was pretty sure where the story was going. “The Familia was not as united as it is now. Some men thought they could take power by killing my father and his sons. It was late at night when I heard screams and gunshots. Before I could get out of bed, a man entered the room and pointed a gun at me. I knew I was going to die as I stared down the barrel. I was not as scared as I thought. He would have killed me if Matteo had not jumped behind him when he pulled the trigger. The bullet went much lower than expected and hit me in the center. It hurt terribly. I was screaming and probably would have fainted if the man had not turned on Matteo to kill him. I had a gun hidden in my nightstand drawer, pulled it out, and put a bullet in the man’s head before he could kill Matteo.
“That was your first murder, wasn’t it?” I whispered.
Luca’s eyes, lost in another time, focused on me. “Yes. The first of many.”
“When did you kill again?”
“That same night.” He smiled without mirth. “After that first man, I told Matteo to hide in my closet. He protested but I was older and locked him in. By then I had lost quite a bit of blood but I was full of adrenaline and could still hear the gunfire downstairs, so I headed toward the noise with my gun.
My father was in a shootout with two attackers. I went down the stairs but no one paid attention to me , so I shot one of them from behind. My father knocked down the other one with a shot in the shoulder.”
“Why didn’t he kill him?”
“He wanted to question him to find out if there were any other traitors left in the Familia.”
“Then what did he do with that guy while he was taking you to the hospital?”
Luca looked at me ironically. I gasped. “Don’t tell me he didn’t take you.”
“He called the Familia doctor, told me to put pressure on the wound, and started torturing the guy for information.”
I could not believe that a father would let his son suffer from pain and risk his life in order to gather information.
“You could have died. Some things have to be treated in a hospital. How could he do that?”
“Familia comes first. We never take the wounded to the hospital. They ask too many questions and the police get involved and it’s an admission of weakness. And my father had to make sure the traitor talked before he had a chance to kill himself.
“So you agree with what he did? You would have seen someone you love bleed to death so you could protect the Familia and your power.”
“My father does not love me. Matteo and I are his guarantee of power and a way to keep the family name high. Love has nothing to do with it.”
“I hate this life. I hate the mafia. Sometimes I wish there was a way to escape.
Luca’s face froze. “From me?”
“No,” I said, surprising myself. “From this world. Haven’t you ever wanted to live a normal life?”
“NO. This is who I am, what I was born to do, Aria. It is the only life I know, the only life I want.
For me to confirm myself to a normal life would be like having an eagle in a small cage in a zoo.” He paused. “Your marriage to me chains you to the mob. Blood and death will be your life as long as I live.
“Then so be it. I will go where you go, no matter how dark the path.”
For a moment Luca held his breath, then he grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me fiercely.
*** I thought Luca would want to sleep with me again right after our first time, but he didn’t push me. Although I tried to hide it, he could tell I was sore for a few days afterwards. He gave me pleasure a few times with his tongue, never even entering me with his finger, and I made him come in turn with my mouth.
I wasn’t sure if he was waiting for my okay, but when he came home one night, a week after taking my virginity, looking exhausted and angry, I wanted to make him feel better. After showering, he stumbled toward the bed wearing only his boxers, his eyes full of darkness.
“Bad day?” I whispered as he flopped down on the bed beside me. He lay on his back and stared at the ceiling with blank eyes.
“Luca?”
“I lost three of my men today.”
“What happened?”
“The Bratva attacked one of our warehouses.” His lips thinned, his chest heaving. “We will make them pay. Our punishment will make them bleed.”
“What can I do?” I said softly, stroking his chest with my hand.
“I need you.”
“All right.” I slipped my nightgown over my head and pulled down my panties. I knelt beside Luca.
He got rid of his boxers and his erection came free. Grabbing my hips, he had me straddle his stomach. Nerves twisted in my stomach. I hoped that for the second time Luca was still on top.
The thought of lowering myself onto his length after how much it had hurt last time terrified me, but if Luca needed me, then I could do it. I cried out in surprise when Luca grabbed my butt and lifted me toward his face, so I was hovering over his mouth. He pressed me down and I cried out in pleasure, my hands came up to press against the headboard. This was more intense than anything Luca had ever done to me.
His tongue slid deep inside me and massaged my bottom with his firm fingertips. I looked into Luca’s eyes as he closed his mouth over my clit. I swayed my hips, pressing myself against his mouth. He growled. The vibration sent pleasure through me and I began to rotate my hips, straddling Luca’s face. I closed my eyes, let my head fall back as Luca tongue-fucked me again, humming all the while. And then I shattered, rocking against Luca’s mouth and screaming his name.
Somewhere deep inside me I wanted to be embarrassed but I was too excited.
When my orgasm subsided, I tried to pull away from Luca’s lips but he held me tight, his eyes burning into me as he licked me with slow strokes. It was too much, but he was relentless. With soft strokes and flicks of his tongue he slowly built up my pleasure. My pants came faster and I no longer tried to escape, instead I let Luke move my hips back and forth as he licked me. I was seconds away from my second orgasm. Without warning he pulled back and in one smooth motion patted my back and knelt between my legs, his erection pressed against my entrance.
I stiffened but Luca did not enter. He bent his head so he could suck my nipple into his mouth and rubbed the tip of his erection back and forth on my clit. I mewed helplessly at the sensation. I had been so close to coming before and I could feel that I was going to get there again. Then he dipped just the tip into my opening. I gasped at the brief pain, but he quickly withdrew and slid his smooth tip over my clit again. He did it again and again until I was panting and so wet I could feel it, then he released my nipple with a pop and brought his face closer to mine. His tip slid into my opening but this time he did not withdraw.
Slowly he slid inside me all the way, never taking his eyes off me. I bit my lip to stifle a sound. It was not as painful as the last time, but it was still uncomfortable. I felt too tense, too full. Luca grabbed the back of my head and began to move. My breathing stopped despite the slow pace but Luca did not falter.
He slid in and out in an excruciatingly slow and gentle rhythm until my breath stopped blocking my throat. He sped up but I clawed at his arms and he slowed again. He lowered his mouth to my ear, his voice low and rough as he spoke. “I loved the way you tasted, princess. I loved the way you rode my fucking mouth. I loved my tongue in you. I love your pussy and your tits, and I love that you are all mine.” Luca continued to thrust firmly as he whispered in my ear. And I forgot about the dull ache and moaned. Nothing was sexier than Luca talking dirty to me in his deep baritone voice.
Luca kept talking and through the discomfort I felt the orgasm growing. Luca slipped his hand between us and found my clit, rubbing it frantically as he penetrated me. He sped up a little and I moaned in both pain and pleasure. Luca did not slow down. He was panting, his skin slick with sweat as he struggled to maintain control. I could see on his face how his grip on it was fading, but he did not lose it.
I groaned as he slid deeper into me than before. Pleasure radiated through my body.
“Come for me, Aria,” he squealed, increasing the pressure on my clit. Another wave of pleasure mixed with pain swept over me and I fell apart, gasping and moaning as the orgasm shook my body. Luca growled and thrust harder. I clung to him, sinking my fingers into his shoulders as he neared his climax. With a guttural groan, Luca tensed on top of me and I felt him release himself inside me. I groaned at how full and stretched I felt. Luca continued to thrust until I felt him soften. He pulled out but remained on top of me, his weight supported by his forearms. “Was I too rough?” he asked in a confused voice.
“No, it was fine.” I dared not ask how much harder he could push himself.
He kissed the corner of my mouth, then my lower lip until he dipped his tongue inside me for a delicious kiss. We kissed for a long time, our slick bodies pressed against each other. I didn’t know how long we stayed like that, kissing, but eventually I felt Luke getting hard again.
My eyes widened in surprise. “So soon? I thought men needed time to rest.
Luca laughed, a deep, sexy sound. “Not with your naked body under me.” He kneaded my bottom.
“How much does it hurt?”
Too sore, but from the way he lightly rubbed his erection against my folds I couldn’t tell. “Not too sore.”
Luca gave me a look that hinted he recognized the lie but rolled onto his back, taking me with him. I straddled his abs. He must have seen how nervous I was because he gently stroked my hips. “Take your time. You’re in control.”
He rocked his hips, rubbing his length over my buttocks.
“I want you to be in control,” I admitted.
Luca’s eyes darkened. “Don’t say that to a man like me.” But he grabbed my hips and positioned me over his erection. From that vantage point it looked even bigger. He rubbed the tip in small circles over my clit while his other hand reached up to my breast and cupped it. He aligned himself with my opening before grabbing my hips and slowly guiding me downward. When he was almost completely inside, I stopped to catch my breath. I rested my palms against his chest as I tried to get used to the new position. He felt bigger and my muscles tightened tightly around his erection. Luca gritted his teeth. He slid his hands over my torso and grabbed my breasts again, twirling my nipples between his fingers. I moaned and made small rocking movements with my hips. Luke pressed his thumb against my clit and gave a flick, then as I moaned he pushed me down to the base of his erection.
I cried out more in surprise than pain and froze, exhaling slowly to overcome the feeling of total fullness.
“Air,” Luca squealed. I met his gaze. A hint of uncertainty flashed in his eyes.
I forced my lips into a smile. “Give me a moment.”
He nodded, his hands resting lightly on my waist as he watched me. I released another breath, then shifted my hips experimentally. There was a twinge but there was also pleasure. “Help me?” I whispered , looking up at him through my eyelashes.
He grabbed my waist, his fingers spread over my butt and guided me in a slow rhythm of rocking and turning. It was exhilarating to feel the strength of his body under my hands, to feel his pectoral muscles flex under my fingertips, but even better was the look in his eyes as he looked down on me above him. Hunger and admiration mingled with another emotion I dared not imagine. Luke’s chest heaved under my palms, his breathing becoming faster as he began to thrust upward, thrusting into me faster and faster. His thumb slid back and forth over my clit as he penetrated me. I cried out. Luca grabbed my hips in a violent grip and pushed faster. I threw my head back, going through my orgasm as I felt Luca tense beneath me and release himself inside me with a low moan.
I shivered helplessly on top of him as I came down from my high. I slumped onto Luca’s chest and pressed my lips to his. His heart was pounding against my breasts. He passed his arms around my back and pulled me tight against him.
“I won’t lose you,” he growled, surprising me.
“You won’t.”
“The Bratva is getting closer. How can I protect you?”
Why should the Bratva have any interest in me? “You will find a way.”