Born in Blood Collection Volume 1: Collection of books 1-4

by Cora Reilly

  Luca stood a few steps behind me. I rushed over to him and pressed my face against him. He stroked my back. “I thought we could grab dinner and then have a relaxing evening.” He sounded hungry and excited, but not for food.

  “Sounds good,” I said with a small smile. Something shifted in Luca’s face, but then it was gone.

  * * *

  I hadn’t eaten much; my stomach was already churning. I didn’t want to take any risks. Luca pretended not to notice. He ate what I didn’t. When we stepped back into our penthouse, I headed for the liquor cabinet, looking for some liquid courage, but Luca gripped my wrist and pulled me against him. “Don’t.”

  He lifted me into his arms and carried me upstairs into our bedroom. When he set me down on the edge of the bed, my eyes found his crotch. He was already hard. Nerves twisted my insides. He wanted me. I wouldn’t deny him, not tonight.

  Luca climbed on the bed and I lay back, my palms flat against the blanket. His lips found mine, his tongue dipping in, and I relaxed under his skillful mouth. This was good, familiar, comforting. My leg muscles loosened. Luca ripped his mouth away from me and sucked my nipple into his mouth through the fabric of my dress. I cupped his head, letting his experienced ministrations carry away my fear. There was an urgency to his kisses and touches that I’d never felt before.

  He tugged at my dress and slid it down my body, leaving me in only my panties. He took a moment to admire my body before he moved down and buried his face between my legs, his tongue sliding between my folds over my panties. With a growl, he gripped them and ripped them off, then tossed them away. His mouth was hot and demanding, but too quickly he stopped and thrust a finger into me. Then he stood abruptly and slipped out of his shirt before he removed his holder and pants. His body was taut with tension and his erection harder than I’d ever seen it. The raw hunger on his face sent a spike of fear through me. “You’re mine.”

  And then Luca loomed over me, his knees parting my legs and his tip nudged against my entrance. My muscles seized up, and I dug my nails into his shoulders and squeezed my eyes shut. This was too fast. He seemed barely in control. I pressed my face into the crook of his neck, trying to let his smell calm me.

  Luca didn’t move, his erection still only lightly touching my entrance.

  “Aria,” he said in low voice. “Look at me.” I did. His gaze was hunger mixed with something gentler. I tried to focus on the gentle. For a long time we gazed at each other. He closed his eyes and lowered himself so his body was flush with mine. “I’m an asshole,” he rasped. He kissed my cheek and my temple.

  Confusion filled me. “Why?” God, was that small voice mine? Luca was my husband and I sounded as if I was terrified.

  I was terrified, but I should have hidden it better.

  “You are scared, and I almost lose control. I should know better. I should prepare you properly, and instead I almost shove my cock into you.”

  I didn’t know what to say. I shifted and Luca’s erection rubbed over my entrance, making me gasp. Luca released a harsh breath, squeezing his eyes shut. When he opened them again, the hunger was contained. He slid down until his head hovered over my breasts and his abs pressed against my folds. I exhaled at the friction and Luca’s muscles flexed. I could tell he was still on edge.

  “You are my wife,” he said fiercely as if to remind himself. Then his fingers closed around my nipples and he tugged at them. I moaned, bucking my pelvis, making my core rub against Luca’s abs again.

  “Stop squirming,” Luca ordered, almost pleadingly. He tugged again, and this time I forced myself to stay still, but a moan escaped my lips. Luca’s expression was one of concentration and restraint as he tugged and twisted, twirled and rubbed. I arched my back, practically pushing my breasts into his face, and he gladly took me up on my invitation and sucked my nipple into his mouth. I closed my eyes as he suckled one breast while his fingers pinched my other. He shifted and ghosted his fingers over my ribs, my hips, my sides before his tongue followed the same trail. He bit the skin over my hipbones, then soothed the spot with his tongue. My entire body was on fire, desperate for release.

  His fingers began massaging my thighs, parting me further as he moved lower. He kissed my mound, then my inner thigh before biting gently. I gasped and rocked my hips. He slid his hand under my butt and lifted me a few inches, then he kissed my folds. I whimpered at the soft touch. He kissed me again, his lips moving against my folds, then he pulled back. My eyes peeled open. He watched me, then he kissed my opening and I could feel wetness pool out of me. Luca’s thumbs spread my lips for him and he licked his tongue over my wetness.

  I shuddered and felt another trickle. Luca gently lapped at me, not once touching my clit. He sucked my folds, licked them, circled his tongue around my entrance but never touched me where I needed him.

  “Luca, please.” I bucked my hips again.

  “You want this?” Luca nudged my clit with his tongue, and I cried out.

  “Yes.”

  “Soon,” he growled and eased a finger into me, fucking me with it slowly as his tongue slid around my opening, coating me with his saliva. His tongue moved up, finally circling my clit. I relaxed with a moan. Luca took my clit into his mouth and suckled, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

  “Tell me when you come,” Luca said against my wet flesh.

  He fingered me faster and pressed his tongue against my clit.

  “I’m com—”

  Luca pulled his finger out, then entered me again with two fingers. I gasped in discomfort but my orgasm ripped through me, pain mingling with pleasure as my body tried to adapt to the fullness. Luca kissed my inner thigh, then groaned. “You’re so fucking tight, Aria. Your muscles are squeezing the life out of my fingers.”

  My pulse was slowing and I glanced at Luca. He was watching me, two fingers buried in me. He slid them out a couple of inches and I winced, but he slowly found a rhythm as he slid in and out.

  “Relax,” Luca murmured, and I tried. “I need to widen you, principessa.” Luca traced his tongue over my folds and clit again. I hummed in pleasure. The discomfort in my core lessened with every stroke from Luca’s tongue, and I could feel myself approaching another release. Luca must have felt it too. He pulled his fingers out and moved up until he was propped up over me. He lined himself up and shifted my legs and hips until he found the angle he wanted, then his tip brushed my entrance. And just like that I froze up again. I wanted to cry in frustration. Why couldn’t my body work with me?

  Luca kissed my chin, then my lips. “Aria.” My eyes finally met his. His expression reflected some kind of inner struggle. I wrapped my arms around him, my palms coming to rest on his flexing back. Resolve claimed his expression.

  He shifted his hips and the pressure increased. I tensed even further and Luca let out a harsh breath. “Relax,” he said as he cupped my cheek and kissed my lips. “I’m not even in yet.” His hand caressed my side down to my thigh. He cupped it and opened me a bit wider. Then he pushed in slowly. I tightened my hold on him, pressing my lips together. It hurt. God, it hurt like hell. He would never fit. I whimpered when the tearing sensation got to be too much and tensed even further. Luca halted in his movement, jaw clenched. He brought one of his hands up and cupped my breast, rubbing and twisting my nipple.

  “You are so beautiful,” he murmured into my ear. “So perfect, principessa.” His words and his teasing of my breast made me relax slightly, and he pushed in a bit further. I tensed again. Luca kissed my mouth. “Almost there.” He slid his hand down my body, fingers ghosting over my belly until he brushed my folds. He rubbed my clit slowly and I exhaled. Through the pain and discomfort I could feel small bolts of pleasure. Luca took his time teasing my clit and kissing me. His lips were hot and gentle, and his finger sent tingling sensations through my body. Slowly, my muscles loosened around his cock.

  Rocking his hips forward, he pushed all the way in and I gasped, my back arching off the bed. I squeezed my eyes shut, bre
athing through my nose to get through the pain. I felt too full, as if I was going to rip apart. I buried my face against Luca’s throat and started to count, trying to distract myself. It gets better, that’s what the women said at my bridal shower, but when?

  Luca moved, slowly and just an inch, but it hurt too much. “Please don’t move,” I gasped, then I pressed my lips together in shame. Other women had gone through this, and they had lain back and suffered through it. Why couldn’t I? Luca’s body became taut like a bowstring. He touched my cheek as he pulled back, forcing me to look at him.

  “Does it hurt that much?” His voice was pure restraint, eyes dark with an emotion I couldn’t place.

  Get a grip, Aria. “No, not that much.” My voice caught on the last word because Luca had twitched. “It’s okay, Luca. Just move. I won’t be mad at you. You don’t have to hold back for me. Just get it over with.”

  “Do you think I want to use you like that? I can see how fucking painful this is. I’ve done many horrible things in my life, but I won’t add this to my list.”

  “Why? You hurt people all the time. You don’t have to pretend to care for my feelings only because we’re married.”

  His eyes flashed. “What makes you think I have to pretend?”

  My lips parted. I didn’t dare to hope, didn’t dare to read too much into his words, but God, did I want to.

  “Tell me what to do,” he said harshly.

  “Can you hold me close for a while? But don’t move.”

  “I won’t,” he promised, then kissed my lips. He gritted his teeth as he lowered himself completely. We were incredibly close—not even a sheet of paper would have fit between us. Luca curled one arm under my shoulders and pressed me against his chest, and then we kissed, our lips gliding over each other, our tongues tangling, soft and teasing. Luca caressed my side and my ribs before sneaking a hand between us and drawing small circles on my nipple. Slowly my body became slack under his soft caress and the taste of his mouth on mine. The pain between my legs turned to a dull ache and my core loosened around Luca, my body growing accustomed to his size. Luca didn’t seem to notice, or he chose to ignore it; instead he kept kissing me. His fingernail scraped my nipple and a flicker of pleasure spiked between my legs. I drew back, my lips raw and hot from our kiss. Luca’s eyes were hooded.

  “Can you still…?” I asked.

  He shifted and I could feel how hard he was. He hadn’t softened at all. My eyes widened in surprise.

  “I told you I’m not a good man. Even though I know you’re hurting, I still have a boner because I’m inside you.”

  “Because you want me.”

  “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life,” Luca admitted.

  “Can we go slow?”

  “Of course, principessa.” Still holding me close, he withdrew a few inches, watching my face. The look of concern on his face released a knot in my chest.

  I exhaled. It still hurt but not nearly as much as before, and behind the pain was the hint of something better. Luca eased back into me and found a slow and gentle rhythm. I soaked in the feel of Luca’s strong body pressed against me, the sharp lines of his face. His eyes never left my face. He didn’t seem to mind the slow pace; the tension in his shoulders and neck was the only sign of how difficult this was for him. He changed the angle and a spark of pleasure shot through me. I gasped. Luca halted. “Did that hurt?”

  “No, it felt good,” I said with a shaky smile. Luca smiled and repeated the motion, sending another tingle through me. He lowered his lips to mine. I wasn’t sure how long he kept up the slow rhythm, but I was getting sore and I knew I wouldn’t come. I wasn’t even close, despite the occasional flickers of pleasure. Dull pain still covered too much of it. I didn’t know how to say what I needed to say. He must have seen something on my face because he said. “Are you okay?”

  I bit my lip. “How long until you…?”

  “Not long, if I go a bit faster.” He scanned my face and I nodded. He propped himself up on his elbows and thrust faster and a bit harder, and I pressed my lips together and buried my face against his shoulder, clutching his back. The pain was back, but I wanted Luca to come. “Aria?” Luca rasped.

  “Keep going. Please. I want you to come.”

  He growled and kept thrusting. His pants came faster. He thrust deeper than before and I bit down on his shoulder to keep from whimpering in pain. Luca tensed with a groan, then he shuddered and I could feel him expand even further in me, filling me up until I was sure I’d come apart. He stopped moving, his lips against my throat. I could feel him softening in me and I almost breathed a sigh of relief. I held on to Luca, relishing the feel of his quick heartbeat and the sound of his harsh breathing.

  Luca pulled out and lay down beside me, pulling me into his arms. He brushed back my hair from my sweaty face. I felt something trickling out of me and shifted uncomfortably.

  “I’ll get a washcloth.” Luca got out of bed to head for the bathroom. Feeling cold without him, I stretched my legs but winced. I sat up and my eyes widened. There was blood smeared on my thighs and the bed, mingled with Luca’s semen. Luca knelt on the bed beside me. He must have cleaned himself because there wasn’t any blood on him. “There’s much more blood than the fake scene you created during our wedding night.” My voice was shaky.

  Luca nudged my legs apart and pressed the warm wet washcloth against me. I sucked in a breath. Luca kissed my knee. “You were a lot tighter than I thought,” he said quietly. He pulled the washcloth away and I flushed, but he discarded it on the floor without another glance before he pressed his hand against my abdomen. “How bad is it?”

  I put my head back on the pillow. “Not that bad. How can I complain when you’re covered in scars from knife and bullet wounds?”

  “We’re not talking about me. I want to know how you feel, Aria. On a scale of one to ten, how much does it hurt?”

  “Now? Five?”

  Luca tensed. He lowered himself beside me, curled an arm around me and scanned my face. “And during?”

  I avoided his eyes. “If ten is for the worst pain I’ve ever felt, then eight.”

  “The truth.”

  “Ten,” I whispered.

  Luca clenched his jaw. “Next time will be better.”

  “I don’t think I can again so soon.”

  “I didn’t mean now,” he said firmly, kissing my temple. “You’ll be sore for a while.”

  “On a scale of one to ten, how fast and hard did you go? The truth,” I mimicked his words.

  “Two.”

  “Two?”

  I must have looked pretty horrified, because Luca rubbed my stomach lightly. “We have time. I will go as gentle as you need me to.”

  “I can’t believe Luca—The Vice—Vitiello said ‘gentle,’” I said teasingly to lighten the mood.

  Luca smirked. He cupped my face and leaned close. “It’ll be our secret.”

  Emotions crowded in my chest. “Thanks for being gentle. I never thought you would be.”

  Luca laughed, a raw sound. “Believe me, nobody’s more surprised about this than me.”

  I rolled onto my side, wincing, and snuggled against Luca’s shoulder. “You’ve never been gentle to someone?”

  “No,” he said bitterly. “Our father taught Matteo and me that any kind of gentleness was a weakness. And there was never any room in my life for it.”

  Even if the words wanted to get stuck in my throat, I said, “What about the girls you were with?”

  “They were a means to an end. I wanted to fuck, so I looked for a girl and fucked her. It was hard and fast, definitely not gentle. I mostly fucked them from behind so I didn’t have to look them in the eyes and pretend I gave a shit about them.”

  He sounded cold and cruel.

  I kissed his tattoo, wanting to banish that part of him again. His arms around me tightened. “The only person who could have taught me how to be gentle was my mother.” I held my breath. Would he tell me about he
r now? “But she killed herself when I was nine.”

  “I’m sorry.” I wanted to ask what happened, but I didn’t want to push him and make him retreat behind his cold mask. Instead I cupped his cheek. He looked startled by the gesture but didn’t pull away. I licked my lip, trying to suppress my curiosity.

  “Does it still hurt?” he asked suddenly. For a moment, I didn’t know what he was talking about. He brushed a hand across my abdomen. “Yeah, but talking helps.”

  “How does it help?”

  “It distracts me.” I gathered my courage. “Can you tell me more about your mother?”

  “My father hit her. He raped her. I was young but I understood what was going on. She couldn’t bear my father anymore, so she decided to slice her wrists and overdose on dope.”

  “She shouldn’t have left you and Matteo alone.”

  “I found her.”

  I jerked up and stared. “You found your mother after she’d cut her wrists?”

  “That was actually the first body I saw. Of course it wasn’t the last.” He shrugged as if it didn’t matter. “The floor was covered with her blood and I slipped on it and fell. My clothes were soaked with her blood.” His voice was calm, detached. “I ran out of the bathroom screaming and crying. My father found me and slapped me. Told me to be a man and clean myself up. I did. I never cried again.”

  “This is horrible. You must have been terrified. You were only a boy.”

  He was silent. “It made me tough. At one point every boy has to lose his innocence. The mafia isn’t a place for the weak.”

  I knew that. I’d seen how Father had tried to shape Fabiano in the last few years, and it always broke my heart when my little brother had to act like a man instead of the young boy that he was. “Emotions aren’t a weakness.”

  “Yes, they are. Enemies always aim where they can hurt you most.”

  “And where would the Bratva aim if they wanted to hurt you?”

  Luca extinguished the lights. “They won’t ever find out.”