by C. M. Steele
I ran up to my girl, looking at her and her latest bruise appearing on the right side of her face. “Vito, don’t kill him, yet.” I turned to my girl, “You want to press charges against your dad, baby?” She was crying, the tears were coming out hard. Mrs. McLaren just stood there cowering in the corner and letting this happen. I had a fucking feeling this wasn’t the first time he put his hands on her, but it sure as hell was his last.
“Dr. Jones, we are leaving, get what you need for her to be released and I will handle the bill. Chief, you may be known as clean, but it’s clear that you are a ruthless ass bastard. You better stay away from her.” I turned back to Amber after giving my warning. “Amoré, are you okay? I knew I should have just called a private physician.” I sat on the edge of the bed and tucked her hand into mine.
Vito let the fuck stand back up as he holstered his piece. The jackass turned to the doctors and said, “You don’t believe that I would hit my daughter who has been brutalized by this thug and his men, do you?” The doctor couldn’t figure out which way to run. You had the law on one side and on the other you had me, a tough choice. It was the sassy nurse who spoke up, “We don’t need to take anyone’s word for it. The large bruising that is now forming on her cheek is enough to know.” The two nurses slapped hands. The Chief grabbed his wife’s hand, pushed passed the nurses, and turning to us he said, “This is not over.”
The doctor and nurses started to look at her to make sure he had not hurt her more. “Mr. Rossi, there seems to be no more than a light bruising. She can be released, but she will still need around the clock monitoring for the next twenty four hours.”
“That can be done.” All I could think of was getting her home and safely tucked in our bed.
Chapter 2
This has been one hell of a night and it’s only just beginning. Technically, it’s already the next day at some ungodly hour of the morning. Hell, it’s still dark out. I am here in this mansion on the outskirts of town with a bunch of men protecting the outside walls. Who lives like this besides the Queen and the President?
I woke up yesterday with plans for a date with Freddy Grimes for last night. I spent the whole day preparing. I had just graduated from high school and Freddy was the Captain of the football team. He was really hot and a real bad boy. I may have been kind of plain. My dad didn’t really let me buy name brand things so I don’t know what he saw in me, but what girl can resist a bad boy. He approached me just as the school year came to a close and this was our first date.
So far it was perfect. We had dinner at a very expensive restaurant. I didn’t know how he could afford it, but I didn’t ask questions, maybe his parents had money since he was too busy on the football team to have a job. Then we were off to see a movie. It was there right out front of the theatre before we went in to see the movie that he kissed me. Until that moment I had never been kissed before. We kissed and it was gentle and sweet. Then as soon as I thought it would deepen, we were pulled away from each other by two over grown thugs.
I tried to put up a fight when I watched them conk Freddy on the head, but the guy with the scar punched me so hard I fell to the ground. It wasn’t the first time I had been hit that hard. I had to learn to avoid my dad’s fist many times, but hell if that one wasn’t a good one. We were in the car in a matter of seconds. My head was fuzzy and my vision blurry, so I couldn’t tell where they were taking us. I hoped my dad would find us before it was too late. They had taken my cell phone, so I couldn’t call for help as I bounced around the back of the moving van with my hands and feet tied. Freddy had just regained consciousness when the van stopped. “I am scared,” I told him. He shushed me and told me to do whatever they told me to do.
They carried me into what looked to be an old abandoned building and down into a cellar. It was dark and creepy, and I knew this would not be good. How bad could it be? I didn’t know, but I was about to find out. We were both tied to chairs and the one with the scar, who obviously was the leader, started to choke Freddy and ask him what he did with his money. Freddy kept telling him he made the drop, but he wouldn’t listen. Then when he was done beating on Freddy, he came up to me. “Cara, I am going to enjoy you. I know Luciano has his eye on you, but I am going to taste you first.” I turned to look at the other man in the room, assuming he was Luciano. He started to tear at my clothes. I was saved by the bell when his phone went off.
The way he was gesturing on the phone I could tell he was pissed. I couldn’t make out what he was saying because it was in a different language. From what I could tell, it was probably Italian. Great, Freddy got us involved with the mob. Then it dawned on me, Luciano as in Luciano Rossi, the main guy in this area. Rumors were he was ruthless and heartless. Women fell over each other just to get a glimpse of the man everyone wanted. He was tall, dark, and gorgeous, I never actually saw him before, but I heard about him. So obviously the short Tony Soprano looking ass in the corner wasn’t him.
“Luciano is on his way here, damn it. Our rendezvous will have to wait, Miss McLaren.” He grabbed my breast roughly and I wanted to cry out with pain and fear. This Luciano wanted me for himself. Was this thing their norm, they kidnap women and rape them?
It was then that he burst through the door followed by another beefy man. The mysterious man I saw briefly before I entered the mall with the girls. This was Luciano. I was frightened and turned on all at the same. He looked right at me and I felt moisture in my panties. What the hell? I was being held against my will and I was ready to take my clothes off for the blue-eyed, clean cut killer. Bam! The cousin named Enzo, the scar-face asshole was knocked to the ground then he told him off. He was mad that they made trouble for him. It sounded like he didn’t know they took me, and he was not happy about it. All I could think about when he dropped the bastard was ‘Karma’s a bitch’.
It wasn’t long before he made Enzo follow his puppet and leave. He walked up to Freddy and coldcocked him. I didn’t hear what he said to him, but I knew it wasn’t good. Then the beautiful devil approached. Those looks were criminal or at least they should be. I guess his looks matched his occupation.
His words were soft and gentle, but my reflexes and fear kicked. I mean, just fifteen minutes ago his cousin was trying to rape me. I calmed down and he untied the rest of my bindings and carried me out to the waiting SUV. When he said he was keeping me, I didn’t take him seriously. I couldn’t really fathom him and me together, but he was adamant, especially when I mentioned Freddy was my boyfriend.
Funny, his possessiveness was turning me on. When he grabbed my throat, it felt like a dam opened up between my thighs. I knew Freddy really wasn’t my guy, but I couldn’t help but bait Luciano. It was strange because he was a stone cold killer, but I liked the gleam in his eyes when he stared at me like he owned me. Then our kiss happened and it was nothing like the one I shared with Freddy. This one made my world flip, tumble, and spin all around. His touch was unforgettable, I was mortified that I let him bring me to release.
I don’t even want to think about what happened at the hospital. My father has always been careful to hide his abusive side. I don’t know what was worse, the hidden evil or the evil on blatant display.
Once we entered his compound I felt relief, odd considering I was in the home of the biggest thug in this region after being accosted by his men and then my dad. He wants me to be his and told me I had no choice in the matter. Luciano was essentially holding me captive, but it was what I wanted. I guess that was why I felt relief. I spent my life running away from my dad’s drunken anger. Where everyone thought the top cop could do no wrong, I walked around in fear of the one man who should be protecting me. Now I know that Luciano has taken me away from that. I should be afraid of him, but for some reason I am not.
I know he says I am his, but for how long before I am replaced by his next whore? The thought of being replaced really hurt. I am not really sure why and I won’t dig deep into those feelings.
Luciano introduced me to his
housekeeper, Rosa. She was a nice and polite older woman who was smiling brightly. Apparently he had called ahead, because she had some small food prepared for us. I was still wearing my clothes that were frayed at the seams but still covered me up. I didn’t have anything to change into and truthfully, I was afraid to ask what to wear. Would he want me intimately tonight?
He carried me up to the first bedroom on the right. We entered into a large open room. In the far left side was a king size bed draped in blue sheets and a matching duvet. The room was rich in warm colors and the floors were a dark almost black wood. It was so striking and welcoming.
“Come, Cara, it is time to bathe.” He walked me to the bathroom. I thought for some reason that he would give me the privacy to shower alone, but he did not. He started to raise my shirt and I refused to raise my arms at his command. I wasn’t comfortable with it. “Amber, we can either do this the easy way or the hard way. I am going to help you shower. You’re injured and need to be taken care of, let me.” His soft but stern words melted my resistance and I lifted my arms.
He then gave me a peck on my lips and I giggled. I know it was a silly little girl thing, but his need to take care of me was sweet, even though he kind of hadn’t given me a choice. My shirt was gone followed by my skirt. I stood there in my underwear, nervous and excited. I wondered if he could see how wet I was because I felt like I was dripping. He slowly caressed my body, letting his hands glide over my shoulders, taking my bra straps with him on his path of exploration. Unclasping the back, my bra fell to the floor with ease. My breasts were heavy with my need, allowing gravity to give them a bounce before he gripped my waist. I guess my panties were next. It was obvious he enjoyed my unveiling as he kissed each thigh and my pubis.
I was nervous, this was the first time a man would see me naked. A man who made my panties flood. I blushed from head to toe and looked at the floor to hide my embarrassment, but he wasn’t having that.
“Cara mia, you are never to be ashamed of your body. Can you not see what effect you have on me?” He rubbed his clothed penis on me, and it felt like he was carrying a beat stick, like the ones my father’s men carried on their waist when patrolling. Oh my. I know what he wants from me and I am scared. It’s so big, he is going to break me.
Chapter 3
“Dio mio, you are beautiful. I am a very blessed man, Cara. Do not worry, I will not take you tonight. We will save that for tomorrow when you are well rested and not so bruised.” I watched her as she gave me a sigh of relief. I have a feeling that had I not called Enzo when I did, I would have one dead cousin and a traumatized woman on my hands. No, I would have not let her go. If that is what you were thinking, you should have seen the reaction I had when I had seen her the other day. Something happened to me. At first I didn’t know what it was, but by the time I got home and looked at my empty house, I knew what I had would not go away. She belonged in my house to make it our home. I needed someone for a change and I don’t mean in the need to stick my dick into someone kind of thing, but rather my heart needed something. It was jumping out of my chest the moment I spotted her from my limo.
I turned on my bad ass six head shower and started to undress in front of her. My baby maybe embarrassed about her body, which she had no reason to at all, but I wasn’t. I worked out at least two hours a day in one capacity or another. I always groomed myself to look like the boss. You can’t have respect looking like a fucking bum, but I wasn’t so fashionable to look like a fucking metrosexual fuck. I needed to keep the ruggedness to show force, and it seemed to keep the pussy pouring in. It didn’t help that I looked like a fucking stud and I am hung like a horse, but the only pussy I wanted anymore was the pussy I was going to keep for a lifetime. My dad had the same affliction the moment he spotted my mother and those two were still fucking like bunnies. I know that’s the way Amber and I will be in thirty years, whether her little ass likes it or not.
I want to fuck her stupid right now, but she’s hurt. Every time I looked at her bruises, I wanted to smash someone’s face in, namely Enzo. Though that fuck of father of hers was high up there. I mean what the hell? She didn’t put up a fight to leave with me. In fact, she seemed nothing but glad to come with me. I don’t know if it was just our irresistible attraction to each other or was it that she was afraid of the fucker. That is crazy as fuck, because I am a dangerous motherfucker and what I want to do to her should be illegal. My cock is begging for entry and my seed ready to be sowed. Hell, if she gives me any encouragement tonight, I am doing her all night long, but I am going to have to wait for her cue.
I watched as she noticed the size of my meat. I want her so bad. Damn, her pussy is trimmed neatly and the little hairs were as dark as her hair on her pretty little head. I want to lick the shit out of her. In the truck I wanted to lay her down and taste her sweet juices. My fingers only gave me a hint at the sweet ambrosia that was Amber. I carried her into the steaming water and began to gently wash her hair. I have never done this to a woman before, but fuck if it’s not sexy as hell, my dick is getting harder by the moment. I rinsed her hair and soaped up my hands to wash her delectable body. There was no need for washcloths because I wanted to feel my skin on hers. At first I attempted to avoid the sensuality and get to work on my task, but then I got to her breasts and Dio mio, they were perfect, plentiful handfuls with pinkish brown nipples at the center that begged for my mouth. I swore they said, “Luciano, please taste me.”
“Luciano?” Damn, she must have caught me staring at them. Her blush was staining her face.
“Yes, Cara?”
“Will you kiss me again?” I gave her a wicked smile.
“Amber, I will never stop and not just at these pretty full pink lips.” I pulled her into my arms and kissed her slowly at first, her lip was tender from her assault, but it was my little vixen that got greedy. She attacked my mouth like she was starving. I had to slow her ass down before I nutted all over her belly, she didn’t realize how close she had me. I haven’t come from a kiss since, well, never. My pre-cum was coating her belly and the underside of her breasts.
“Amoré, we need to stop.” She actually pouted and I have to say that is some sexy shit. I never tolerated a bitch’s attitude before. You see, I have never given a fuck about the women I fucked. My style was to fuck until I cum. I really couldn’t give a shit if they did. Most of the time they managed to cum anyway, but once I came, I was gone. I fucked because well I am a guy, it’s what we do, but I never cared to get dirty with a bitch. I have had my dick sucked so much, but fuck if I returned the favor. I didn’t know who was in that bitch’s cunt before I got there and I always wore a condom, even when they claimed they were on the pill. Fuck that, I wasn’t going to be tied to no whore. Amber was different. I looked up info on my girl here long before I put the face to the name, and everything about her screamed innocent perfection. Now that I have her, I am not letting go, so holding off a day will have to do and eating her pussy became my new goal.
“Cara, you have me on the brink. If we go any farther, I won’t be able to stop. You are mine and we will have a lifetime to…” She actually looked disappointed. “Oh, what the hell am I saying? Baby, come give me a kiss.” I couldn’t stand to see the hurt when I stopped, so I won’t stop. This time I kissed with all the desire I had for her, and she was with me the whole way. I started to make my way down the Amber trail. First stop, the bountiful breasts that have been calling to me. “Ahh!” my baby was sensitive. I was not patient in my attack. I devoured them, licking every inch until I got to the puckered center.
I took her nipple into my mouth as I reached down to her cunt to feel her juice on my fingers. Dio, she is wet and not just from the shower. I made my way down and she only tried to stop me once, but I swatted her hand. “My pussy, I will do what I want with it.” She giggled until I parted her lips and licked her from top to bottom. I was not going to get enough of this. It’s pure ambrosia made just for me. Her essence dripped down my chin as I explored her we
t pussy. My fingers reached in to stretch her out, my cock was big, and I wanted to make sure I didn’t hurt her too bad. I don’t know if she is a virgin, it shouldn’t matter, but hell, I am a man and we want the one to be pure.
I pushed a little deeper into her greedily, trying to get more of her on my tongue when I hit her barrier. Holy fuck! I hit the jackpot. Knowing that she was only mine just sent me into overdrive. I ate her until she came twice more and could barely stand any more. Then I washed us up and dried us off, dropping the towels wherever they landed.
We continued kissing as we walked to the bed. I lifted her on to the mattress and to the center of the bed. She looked so small there, yet so deliciously tempting. My eyes ate her up and I knew she could tell my thoughts were wicked by the flush and desire that consumed her face. “Kiss me, taste your pleasure on my tongue.” I kissed her deeper this time, sending my tongue further in her mouth while my knee parted her thighs. Unlike the first time, she parted them with no resistance. I guess my baby likes my touch.
“Amoré, I will try and be gentle, but only this one time. I like it rough and hard. I am all man, you will feel my need, my desire every time I am in you. You will need no one but me.” I kissed her deeply and powerfully this time, showing her I meant business.
I felt her wet heat to make sure she was moist enough for me. I positioned myself at her entrance and gazed into her fear laced eyes. “It will only hurt for a moment. Don’t worry, Cara, we will fit. We were made to be together.” I bent and took her nipple and sucked and in one smooth thrust claimed what was mine. She screamed as I captured her lips. Pulling my face a hair’s breath away I whispered, “It will be okay, Amber. Relax, it will go away soon, Grazie, amoré mia.” It was a long moment that probably felt longer than it actually was. I could feel her tight walls fighting my intrusion and the beads of sweat were starting to form on my skin as I attempted to remain still. I took her mouth again with ownership and when I felt her desire develop in her kiss, I knew I could start to move. Rocking in and out slowly earned me ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ that damn near drove me insane. I started to move faster as her tight walls flooded with her juices, giving me the lubrication I needed to get more of me in her. I was only about six inches in and I wanted to go full boar, balls deep into my woman. It may take a while to get the other four and a half in, but I was going to try.
