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LUCA Aria was beaming with happiness at having her sister back, and Matteo looked like he was about to get an erection looking at Gianna.
“You’d probably jump out of the moving car if I gave you the chance,” he told his girlfriend.
“I’m not completely crazy. Do you think I would risk driving around Chicago unprotected when my father’s men are blatantly intent on hurting me?” Gianna complained back.
She was a pain in the ass, and I was not happy about having to deal with fucking Scuderi because of her.
“So you trust me to protect you but you still don’t want to marry me,” Matteo said.
Gianna held her breath. “Do you still want to go ahead with the marriage?”
“You could probably stick a knife in his back and he would still want to go through with it. He’s a stubborn prick,” I said . Aria put a hand on my thigh, a small smile playing on her lips. That sight lessened my annoyance toward Matthew and Gianna.
“I didn’t hunt you down for six months just to let you go.”
After he had found her fucking another guy, I would have thought he would have lost interest in her, but not Matteo.
Just the idea that someone else could touch Aria, see her perfect skin, fuck her, drove me crazy. Matteo was much more forgiving than I was. I would have skinned the bastard who touched what was mine. I wasn’t sure what I would do to Aria if she betrayed me like that. My pulse quickened at the very idea. I loved her more than anything, but I didn’t think I could control myself if she was disloyal to me.
Aria’s blond eyebrows came together. She squeezed my thigh in silent question. She knew me too well. I turned a small smile to her and she relaxed. My pulse slowed.
There was no point in losing my head over something that would never happen. Aria was mine alone.
Matteo had indeed married Gianna. Of course Scuderi had gladly handed her over.
She was ruined in our circles. The rumor of her screwing around would soon become the hottest gossip in New York and Chicago.
No one would have wanted her, no one of value at least. If Matthew had not agreed to marry her, Scuderi would have had to give her to a low-ranking soldier or worse. She was lucky that my brother’s obsession with her was still strong. I hoped he would not regret his decision after fucking her and satisfying whatever itch he had.
But more than that, I fucking hoped he would find a way to keep her under control. Things in New York would be tense now that Gianna was his wife. I could only imagine what my aunts and uncles and the rest of the fucking family would say about his decision, and worse: my decision.
After all, I had allowed him to marry a ruined woman.
Fuck that. He was practically fucking Gianna with his eyes. He hadn’t stopped looking at her lasciviously since we had boarded the plane in Chicago after the wedding, and he was still at it now that we had arrived in New York. Aria had obviously noticed it too, and tension radiated from her in waves as we entered the elevator of our apartment building.
She was worried about her sister, always worried. I pulled her hand to divert her attention from my brother and her sister, but she did not seem to notice.
The elevator stopped with a binging sound and the smooth doors opened. Matthew practically dragged Gianna into his apartment. I really hoped she could handle her anger because I would be the one to deal with the mess and my worried wife.
Aria stepped forward as if to follow them. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back against me. “What are you doing?” I murmured as the elevator doors closed in front of us.
Aria lifted her head, her face pale with worry.
“He seems to be out for blood. I don’t think he’ll take no for an answer.”
The elevator started up again. “Of course not, Aria. After what your sister did, she can be glad he didn’t kill her. He should have had her on their wedding night, and she ran off and let other men take what was hers.” That he still wanted her was so fucking typical of Matthew.
Aria shuddered. “She didn’t do anything horrible. She tried to live her life. Nothing else. That doesn’t give him or anyone else the right to treat her like a whore they can have any way they want,” she said firmly.
Sometimes I forgot how good and innocent Aria still was.
She turned me on like nothing else. The elevator stopped at our floor and I led her to our penthouse, very intent on distracting her from her worry.
“You know how short-tempered Matthew can be. I…”
I lifted her into my arms and pressed my lips against her open mouth, preventing her from saying anything else. She gasped in surprise, then drew back, frowning. “Luca,” she said indignantly. “I’m serious.” I led her up the stairs and into our bedroom.
“I know,” I murmured as I laid her on our bed. I hovered over her and she shook her head.
“You’re becoming impossible,” she said, her breathing becoming labored as I ran my hands down her skinny legs, then hooked my fingers in her panties and pulled them down.
“I don’t like it if you don’t take me seriously,” she said softly as I lifted her skirt and spread her legs apart, exposing her perfect pussy.
She was aroused, but her voice contained a hint of tension, so I climbed back up and lay beside her, kissing her slowly before saying, “I take you seriously, Aria, but you’re worrying about something I have no way of changing. I can’t tell Matthew what to do. I am his Chief, yes, but Gianna is his wife and I cannot interfere. That’s one of the rules I’m held to, and you know it.”
Her blue eyes filled with awareness.
“Stop thinking about it. Your sister can handle herself.”
I wasn’t sure if that was true. If Matthew had really lost his mind with her, she would not have gone down. From what I knew, his tastes did not veer toward the hard side of things in the sex department, but driven by jealousy and fury as he was, things could get out of hand.
I ran my hand down her side and slipped it under her shirt, my fingers grazed her stomach and then kissed her again, and this time she opened up, her tongue meeting mine. I pulled her out of her skirt to have full access to her and moved my hand between her legs. My fingers found her clit and then lowered even further. Aria was still preoccupied. She was not ready as usual, but I knew how to change that.
I slipped a finger into her, her walls clamped tightly around me, and my thumb pressed against her clit. As I established a slow rhythm, I intensified our kiss, savoring her perfect mouth, and she opened her legs wider for me, a soft moan escaped her throat. Her face flushed with excitement, her eyes were half-closed, and my finger moved more easily out of her slimy channel.
I added a second finger and she kissed me even harder, her hips moving in rhythm with my fingers. I drew back from her eager mouth. “I love touching you. So warm and tight and wet.” I kissed her. “Do you like my fingers inside you?
Fucking your perfect pussy?” I pushed my fingers deeper, curling them to reach that spot.
Aria shuddered with a moan. “Yes,” she gasped as I repeated the movement. My cock was so fucking hard watching her . “I want you inside me, Luca.”
My cock twitched, all too willing to comply. “Later,” I said.
I sat up so I could watch my fingers slide in and out between those perfect pink folds. Fuck. I moved my second hand under her T-shirt, finding her firm nipple and pinching it through her lace bra. Aria cried out, closing her eyes as her hips arched off the bed. Her walls gripped me tightly, but I continued to fuck her with my fingers as she shivered and moaned. A few golden threads clung to her sweaty face. So fucking beautiful. And all mine. I was a possessive fucking asshole.
I slowed my fingers as her breathing calmed. She licked her lips then turned those beautiful blue eyes to me. I smiled and pulled my fingers out of her. She let out a soft moan, her lips parted and I slid my fingers coated with her juices into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around them, her eyes challenged me, and I moaned. My cock twitched fucking wildly. I was about to explode at any moment.
Aria grabbed my wrist and pulled her fingers out of my lips, smiling shyly. “Out of your pants,” she said .
I giggled at her authoritative tone and pushed myself off the bed before turning to her and unbuckling my belt, unzipping my underpants and lowering them along with my underwear. My cock came free, already leaking pre-ejaculate like I was a fucking horny teenager. The woman turned me on like nothing else.
She crawled to the edge of the bed, smiling mischievously. I wasted no time and moved closer until my shins bumped against the mattress.
Her fingers curved around the base of my cock, then she opened those pink lips and took my tip into her warm mouth. My hand flew up to her neck, entangling in her long hair. Aria slid a little more of my length into her mouth as she worked my member with her hand. I rocked my hips, wishing she would go faster, but she would not let me take the lead.
Every time I pushed deeper or faster, she would retract, driving me crazy. Her eyes shone with mischief and triumph as they held me in their spell.
“Air,” I growled, my fingers on her neck tightening, but she ignored my warning tone. She swirled her tongue around my tip, then left me and drew back.
“What are…” I stopped.
She turned on all fours, presenting her butt to me . He smiled at me over his shoulder and moved his hips. I needed no more encouragement. My hands tightened on her waist and I lined up against her opening before gently entering her. I closed my eyes from the delicious pressure and her warmth and remained buried inside her for a couple of beats before withdrawing almost completely only to thrust back into her.
She moaned and I pushed into her harder, my legs slapping against her firm bottom. Slowly she lowered herself until her arms were stretched above her head and her cheek was pressed against the pillow, allowing my cock to go even deeper. I slowed my first thrusts into that new angle, knowing that her body always needed a moment to yield to me in that position and not wanting to cause her discomfort.
When she began to meet my thrusts, I sped up again, pounding her deep and hard, loving her moans and gasps every time I hit her soft spot.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered when I felt myself getting closer. Aria slid an arm under her body and her fingers grazed my balls as she began to rub her clitoris. Her moans spiraled out of control and my release was rapidly approaching. My balls contracted as I slammed into her and Aria arched up, her walls clamped down on my cock as she cried out for release. I let go and came hard as I continued to thrust.
Finally, I stopped, my cock softened and my breathing slowed as I ran my hands down Aria’s back. She let out a small sigh, softening under my caress. I leaned forward and kissed her cheek. She tilted her head to meet my kiss with her soft lips. I withdrew from her and she moaned again.
I laughed at how sensitive and responsive Aria was.
In the beginning of our relationship I had been worried that we would not function well in bed together. She had been shy and timid, and our first few times had been fucking uncomfortable for her, but now she knew what she wanted and what I wanted, and it was fucking perfect.
AIR Later, as we lay curled up against each other in our bed, I asked, “Would you have noticed if I hadn’t told you I was a virgin?”
Luca gave me a strange look. “It would have been hard not to notice.”
“Maybe I could have hidden it.”
Luca kissed my throat, chuckling. “No. Believe me.” He pulled back, gray eyes searching my face. “Why do you ask me such a question?”
I hesitated. Gianna didn’t want anyone to know, and if I had told Luca, he might have let it slip. Gianna would have been furious if Matthew had found out because of me, although I still doubted he could hide it from her, and Luca had only confirmed my suspicion.
Luca let out a laugh, and I realized that he had figured it out for himself. He knew me too well, and he was too good at reading people. “Gianna?”
I looked away, trying to think of a way to get Luca off the track.
His head came closer, the corners of his mouth lifted in a smile. “Don’t tell me she didn’t get fucked while running around.”
I snuggled against his side and frowned. “Gianna is not as bad as you paint her, regardless of her temperament.”
Luca’s body vibrated against mine as he succumbed to a genuine laugh. That low, deep laugh always sent shivers down my spine, and few people had a way of hearing it. With his eyes half-closed in obvious amusement, he asked:
“Are you serious? Is she still a virgin?”
“Yes,” I said, but when my eyes found the alarm clock on the bedside table, revealing that it had been two hours since I had last seen her, I chortled, “She was. I don’t know how it is.”
Luca laughed again. I really wasn’t sure what he found so funny. “Matthew is going to have a surprise. Oh hell. I’d love to see his face when he finds out.”
I patted his chest. “Be serious. I’m afraid it will hurt her.”
“Of course it will. He’s been waiting to fuck her for months and he’s going to have her tonight. If she doesn’t tell him it’s her first time, he’ll take it like he would any other woman.”
Luca was doing a poor job of trying to ease my worries. I really hoped that Gianna had changed her mind and told Matteo that she had not done what he and everyone else thought she had done.
“What was the point of running away and ruining her reputation if she hadn’t even had a good time? Trust your sister to screw it up.”
I had asked myself the same question. Gianna had been so eager to run away, to make her own decisions, to escape the shackles of an arranged marriage, but in the end she had gotten almost nothing out of it. Perhaps she should have tried to come to terms with her marriage to Matteo from the beginning. I was wary of Matteo, but I knew he would try anything to win her over. Now I wasn’t so sure. “If I had done what Gianna did, what would you have done ?”
Luca’s expression darkened but he was careful not to let me see the full force of his emotions, so I knew it was bad.
He removed the strap of my nightgown from my right shoulder.
“You didn’t,” he said as he gave me a kiss on the shoulder . “I’m glad you were always just mine. Every little inch of you has always been just mine, and that will never change.”
I rolled my eyes at his possessiveness. It excited and annoyed me at the same time. Since he was the Chief, the possessiveness was predictable. He ruled the East Coast, hundreds of men, practically owned them and his territory;
of course he wanted to possess me too, he wanted to control me . It was not always easy to make him see me as an equal, to make him rely on me and not expect unconditional obedience. It was a struggle I had not yet completely won, but we were on the right track.
What bothered me more than his possessiveness was the fact that he would not give me an answer to my question. His tongue slid over my shoulder, then down to my collarbone. It made it hard to concentrate, but I was determined not to let him distract me like that again.
“Stop worrying about your sister. She can take care of herself.
And Matteo knows how to make a woman come.”
He wasn’t taking this seriously, and neither was I. I sat down, leaving Luca no choice but to interrupt his kisses, and hoping that the higher vantage point would give me an advantage. Luca rolled onto his back, relaxed, as his arm relaxed around my waist. I knew his mood would soon change. “I don’t want to stay home anymore. I want to do something. I want to be useful.” Luca’s dark eyebrows rose on his forehead. ” You are useful to me.” “How?” I challenged him. Luca smiled, and that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I escaped his grasp and slid off the bed. “Regardless of what you think,” I muttered as I reached for my robe, “my only purpose in life is not to be pretty and warm your bed.”
Luca was quick to react, swung his legs off the bed, sat up and passed an arm around my waist to pull me back against him. I tried to resist but he was too strong.
I let him pull me against his body so I could look down at his tense face, but my body did not soften in his embrace. I needed him to understand how important he was to me. Since Gianna had run away I had been thinking a lot. I knew I would become depressed if I stayed locked in the attic .
“Aria, you are my wife. When you married me, you knew your options would be limited. This life will always be a gilded cage. You have to be protected from the Bratva and other threats.”
“If I went to college, I would not pose an additional risk, Luca. It’s not that the Bratva will attack the campus.
What you mean is that you’d rather have me where I’m not surrounded by other people, especially men.”
Luca’s lips thinned, the muscles in his arms contracted. “Yes,” he said quietly. “I don’t trust the men around you. Every guy with eyes in his head will want a piece of you. You’re fucking gorgeous.”