by Cora Reilly
“You are mine,” he said harshly. He licked me again, more firmly but even slower. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I said breathlessly. His thumbs parted me even further, revealing my small pink nub. He released a low breath, a smirk curling his lips. I wanted him to touch me there, wanted nothing more. He leaned forward, eyes on me, and circled his tongue around my nub. I whimpered, my hand shooting out and grabbing Luca’s hair. I came violently, shuddering and crying out, writhing against Luca’s lips.
He didn’t stop. He was relentless. I threw my head back, staring up at the night sky. Luca didn’t tell me to look at him this time. But I could hear everything he was doing. How he sucked and licked, how he hummed with approval, how he blew against my heated flesh, then licked again. My entire body was aflame, shaking. I couldn’t take much more, but Luca pushed his tongue into me and I came, my muscles clenching around him. I squeezed my eyes shut, my back arching off the cold marble. I was so wet. How could anyone be so wet? The sounds of Luca lapping at me were so wrong, but they aroused me like nothing ever had.
Luca pulled his tongue out as the last spikes of my orgasm wrecked me. Before I knew what was happening, I felt his finger against my opening and he slid it almost all the way in. The intrusion was foreign and unexpected. I jerked and gasped from the pain. My body became rigid as I tried to catch my breath. I’d never even used tampons because they were too uncomfortable and because my mother worried I might accidentally rupture my hymen.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, Aria.”
I flattened my palms against the Jacuzzi rim, trying to relax. Water sloshed as Luca moved out of the water to lean over me, his finger still in me. I bit my lip but didn’t look at him.
“Hey,” he said in a rough voice. I met his gaze. “I should have entered more slowly, but you were so wet.”
I nodded but didn’t say anything. I couldn’t get over the feeling of his finger inside me. It didn’t move, but it was there, filling me. Luca kissed my lips. His eyes were darker than I’d ever seen them, and filled with so much want and hunger that it scared and aroused me at the same time.
“Does it still hurt?” he rasped.
I shifted my hip slightly, trying to find words for the sensation. “It’s uncomfortable and it burns a bit.” I flushed.
Luca licked my lips, then sucked the lower lip into his mouth. “I know I’m an asshole for saying it, but the thought of my cock inside your tight pussy makes me so hard.”
My eyes widened but he shook his head. “Don’t look so terrified. I told you I wouldn’t try it tonight.”
“You also told me you wouldn’t hurt me.” The words were meant more to provoke him than because I was really mad at him. I was slowly getting used to his finger in me, and what he’d done before that had been paradise. I already wanted his lips and tongue back on me.
Something in Luca’s expression shifted, but I couldn’t read the emotion. “I didn’t think it would, Aria,” he said softly. “You were so wet and willing. I thought my finger would go in without trouble. I wanted to finger you for your fourth orgasm.”
I shivered, and a small spike of pleasure built in my core again. I almost wanted Luca to move his finger now. “Did it hurt because you took my, you know…” Heat rushed into my cheeks and something flashed in Luca’s eyes. “Your virginity? No, principessa. I’m not that deep in, and I want to claim that part of you with my cock, not my finger.”
Principessa? Warmth settled in my chest. Slowly he pulled his finger out, my muscles clenching around him and sending a strange prickling through my core. He traced the same finger over my lip and dipped it into my mouth. I circled it with my tongue without even knowing why.
Luca groaned. He jerked his finger out and shoved his tongue between my lips. I pressed myself against his chest, my tongue battling with his. “Let’s go inside. I want to lick you again.”
I exhaled.
“Will you let me put my finger into you again? This time I’ll go really slow.”
“Yes,” I said. He leaped out of the Jacuzzi and helped me to my feet. Then he lifted me into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me inside.
He lowered me to my feet in front of our bed and disappeared in the bathroom only to return with a towel. He helped me out of my bikini top, wrapped the towel around me and started to gently rub me dry. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of it. I couldn’t believe I’d let Luca do what he’d done. I couldn’t believe I wanted him to do it again. Everything was overwhelming. I knew it was too fast, but as Luca had said, what was I waiting for? He was my husband.
“Are you cold?”
My eyes peeled open. Luca dropped the towel, leaving me naked. His hands slid up and down my arms. My entire body was covered in goose bumps. “A bit.”
Luca made me lie down on the bed before he straightened and slid down his shorts. His erection sprang free, hard and long, and suddenly anxiety gripped me. He’d put his finger into me, maybe now he wanted to take the next step. Maybe I was confused about a few things at the moment, but I knew one thing: I wasn’t ready for that.
I still barely knew the man in front of me, and sleeping with him, letting him into me like that was too much, too intimate. Maybe this evening had been his way of manipulating me. Nobody got that far in the mafia without being a master in manipulation. I pressed my legs together and scrambled back. Luca paused, one knee already on the bed.
“Aria?” His fingers curled around my calf, and I jerked back and pulled my legs against my chest. He sighed. “What now?”
He sat beside me, his length almost brushing my leg. “Say something.”
“This is too fast,” I said quietly.
“Because I got naked? You’ve seen my cock before. You even jerked me off.”
My face burned. “I think you’re trying to manipulate me. If I gave you the chance, you’d go all the way today.”
“You bet I would, but I can’t see what manipulation has to do with it,” he said with a hint of anger in his voice. “I want you. I never lied to you about that. I’m going to take whatever you are willing to give, and you were willing in the Jacuzzi.”
“Not about the finger,” I snapped, suddenly getting angry too. “Maybe you’ll try the same with sex.” I knew it sounded ridiculous.
Luca actually laughed. He leaned very close. “That won’t work. My cock won’t slide in that easily, believe me, and it will hurt a lot more.”
I flinched, remembering what Grace had said at our wedding. He’ll fuck you bloody. Luca released a harsh breath. “I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
I watched him over my legs. He ran his knuckles lightly down my side. The hard set of his lips loosened. “Tell me that you enjoyed what I did to you on the roof,” Luca murmured. There was a hint of need in his voice, maybe even vulnerability.
“Yes,” I said breathlessly. He leaned closer, his lips on my ear. “What did you enjoy the most? My tongue fucking you? Or when I ran my tongue all the way over your pussy? Or when I sucked your clit?”
Oh god. I was getting wet again. Luca’s deep voice vibrated through my body. “I don’t know.”
“Maybe I need to show you again?” Luca pushed against my ankles, pressing them against me until there was enough room for his hand to slip between them and my upper thighs. He cupped me with his palm. I was about to lie down to make it easier for him, but he shook his head. “No,” he rasped. “Stay like that.” His fingers began to move against my folds, teasing, circling, rubbing.
I rested my chin on my knees, breathing heavily. Luca kissed my ear and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, pulling me against his side. It was strange, sitting up with my legs pressed against my chest as he touched me, but it felt incredibly good. Luca’s erection rubbed against my outer thigh, his breathing hot against my ear.
“Relax,” he said in a low voice. There was a gentle pressure against my opening. I peered down between my legs. Luca teased me with his l
ittle finger. He dipped the tip in, then circled my opening before entering me again, sliding a bit deeper every time he did.
“Look at me.”
I did, caught up in the intensity of his gray eyes. “You are so wet and soft and tight. You can’t imagine how fucking good this feels.” His length slid along my outer thigh again. His lips pressed against mine, his tongue demanding entrance. His finger slipped into me, this time all the way. It was only his little finger, but I was thrilled. He began moving it inside me and I gasped into his mouth, jerking my hips, needing more. He pumped in and out slowly, his thumb rubbing my clit. I could feel pleasure building again and I moved my pelvis in sync with his finger. He pulled his hand away, eliciting a sound of protest from me.
Luca laughed, a deep rumbling in his chest. He knelt in front of me and pushed my legs apart, then he looked up at me. He traced his index finger over my folds, then rubbed my opening with it. Never looking away from my face, he pushed the tip in. My muscles clenched, and I released a low breath. It didn’t hurt and I relaxed. Slowly he started sliding in and out, moving a bit deeper every time, like he’d done with his little finger. His mouth closed over my clit.
I whimpered, my legs falling wider apart. My pleasure was mounting scarily fast as Luca worked me with his finger and lips. With a cry, I tumbled over, my legs shaking, hips bucking. My fingers clutched the blanket as I shattered into pieces. Luca removed his finger, kissed my belly button, then lay down beside me, his erection red and glistening. I reached out, spreading the droplet of liquid that had trickled out all over his tip.
Luca growled, his abs flexing. “I want your mouth on me,” he said in a low voice. I froze, my hand on him stilling. It seemed only fair after what he’d just done, but I had no clue how to actually go down on him. “Blow job” was a pretty confusing name, because I knew I wasn’t supposed to blow on his erection, but sadly I wasn’t exactly sure what to do. And what if I didn’t like it?
I remembered his words about Grace, that she knew how to suck a cock. Not that I wanted to be anything like Grace. I had no intention of becoming Luca’s whore, but I didn’t want to fail completely either. I was overthinking this.
“Is this because you don’t want to, or because you don’t know how?” Luca asked calmly, but I could tell he had trouble keeping the tension out of his voice. He’d given me several orgasms. He was probably bursting. “You can jerk me off like last time,” he said when I stayed silent. His hand brushed a strand of blonde hair away from my face, his gray eyes questioning.
“No, I mean, I think I want to do it.”
“You think?” Amusement tinged Luca’s voice. “But?”
“What if I don’t like it?”
Luca shrugged, but it was obvious from his expression that he didn’t like the idea. “Then you don’t. I won’t force you.”
I nodded and brought my face a bit closer to his erection, which hadn’t softened at all during our conversation. Luca tensed in anticipation, his fingertips against my scalp twitching. Embarrassed, I admitted, “I don’t know what to do.”
His erection jerked in response. I couldn’t help but laugh, and Luca grinned his predator grin. “You like to torture me with your innocence, don’t you?”
I blew against his tip, making him groan. “I don’t think that’s why it’s called blow job, right?”
He actually laughed a real laugh, and the sound filled my stomach with butterflies. “You’re going to be the death of me, principessa.”
“Don’t laugh,” I said with a smile. “I don’t want to do something wrong.”
“Do you want me to tell you what to do?” Excitement blazed in his eyes.
I nodded.
“Okay,” he said hoarsely. “Close your lips around the tip and be careful with your teeth. I don’t mind it a bit rougher, but don’t chew on it.”
I snorted, then nerves made me go quiet. Luca’s fingers slipped through my hair until they came to rest on the back of my head. He didn’t push me, but from the way he tensed I could tell he wanted to. I took the tip into my mouth. He was thick, and I had to be careful not to graze him with my teeth. His tip was slightly salty, but not in a bad way.
“Now swirl your tongue around it. Yes, just like that.” He watched me, his jaw clenched. “Take a bit more of me into your mouth and move your head up and down. Now suck as you move. Yes, fuck.” His hips bucked when I was as far as I could take him, driving his erection even further inside. I gagged and pulled back, coughing.
He stroked my hair. “Fuck, sorry.” He rubbed his thumb over my lips. “I’ll try to stay still.”
Instead of taking him back into my mouth, I licked him from his base to the tip. He groaned. “Is that okay?” I whispered before doing it again.
“Fuck yes.”
I took my time licking every inch of him, but especially his tip. I loved the feel of it against my tongue.
“This feels really fucking good, but I really want to come.”
I glanced up uncertainly. I could come when he stroked and licked me gently. Did he need it rougher? Would he need it rough during sex too? Grace’s stupid words jumped into my head again, but I pushed them aside. I wouldn’t let that whore ruin this for me. “What do you need me to do?” I whispered.
“Suck me harder and keep looking at me with your fucking beautiful eyes.”
I fixed my gaze on him and took him into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat, then bobbed my head up and down fast and hard, my lips tight around him. Luca moaned, his hips rocking lightly. His eyes burnt into me, his teeth gritted. “If you don’t want to swallow, you need to get away…”
I jerked away, releasing him with a pop, and a moment later he spilled his seed on his stomach and legs. Luca closed his eyes as his erection twitched. His hand was still in my hair, gently stroking my neck and scalp. Slowly he eased it down, but I gripped his hand and pressed my cheek into it, needing his closeness after what we’d done. His eyes flew open with an unreadable look in them. His thumb brushed my cheekbone gently. We stayed like that for a couple of heartbeats, then Luca sat up, taking in the mess on his upper thighs and abs. “I need a fucking shower.” Luca reached for a tissue and cleaned off the sperm before swinging his legs out and standing.
I nodded, strangely disappointed that he’d slip out of bed so quickly. I felt suddenly self-conscious about what I’d done.
Luca held out his hand. “Come on. I don’t want to shower alone.”
I scrambled off the bed, put my hand in his and followed him into the bathroom.
As the hot water poured down on us, Luca began lathering my body with soap and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of his hands on me. He pressed up to my back, one arm circling my stomach. “So was it okay for you?” he asked quietly.
He was probably worried I wouldn’t go down on him again, if it wasn’t. “Yeah.”
He kissed my throat. He did that a lot. It felt so gentle, loving and intimate, but I knew it wasn’t meant like that. “I’m glad, because I really enjoy being in your mouth.”
I flushed with embarrassment and a strange sense of accomplishment. Ridiculous. “Are you angry that I didn’t, you know, swallow? I bet the women you’ve been with so far always did.”
“No, I’m not angry. I won’t lie, I’d love to come in your mouth but if you don’t want that, it’s okay.”
We stepped out of the shower and dried off before we crawled back into bed. I rested my head on Luca’s chest. He turned off the lights, bathing us in darkness. He lightly stroked my hip, and the touch and his warmth made feel safe enough to ask a question that had been bothering me for years. “When your father told you to marry me, what was your reaction?” I murmured.
Luca’s fingers on my hips paused. “I’d expected it. I knew I’d have to marry for tactical reasons. As future Capo, you can’t let emotions or desires rule any part of your life.”
I was glad for the darkness so Luca couldn’t see my face. He sounded so detached and emotionless. His
touches and kisses made me want to believe that maybe he was starting to care for me, but now I wasn’t so sure anymore.
“And what about you?” he asked.
“I was terrified.”
“You were only fifteen. Of course, you were terrified.”
“I was still terrified on the day of our marriage. I’m still not entirely sure you don’t terrify me.”
Luca was silent a moment, as if he didn’t know how to react to my admission. “I told you, you have no reason to fear me. I’ll protect and take care of you. I’ll give you anything you want and need.”
Except for one thing: love.
“But the Famiglia always comes first,” I said lightly. “If you had to kill me to protect the business, you would.”
Luca became rigid, but he didn’t deny it. My father always said there’s only room for one true love in the life of a Made Man, and that’s the mafia.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Gianna managed to get a ticket for a flight two days later. I was brimming with excitement that day. It hadn’t been long since I’d last seen her, but it felt like an eternity. It was already getting dark outside when Luca and I pulled up at JFK. I wished Gianna could have gotten a morning or afternoon flight instead.
Since my comment that Luca would kill me in order to protect the Famiglia, he’d been emotionally withdrawn, not that he’d been an open book before that. The only way we interacted was at night when Luca pleasured me with his hands and mouth, and I him in turn. Maybe without Gianna’s impending visit, I’d have tried to talk to him or even pleaded with him to show me where he worked; instead I’d given him the space he obviously wanted.
Luca parked the car close to the terminal where Gianna would arrive and we got out. He didn’t try to take my hand. I didn’t think he was the type of man who held hands, but he touched my lower back as we entered the arrival area of the airport.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay with Gianna staying with us for the next few days?”
