Luca - You Will Be Mine (Sicilian Mafia #1)

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by Jaimie Roberts


  “Just answer me, Clara.”

  I straddled his waist and cupped his face in my hands. “I promise.”

  Pulling me into him, he held tight, and I felt his hot breath at the base of my neck. “I killed my father.”

  Stiffening in his arms, Luca sensed it, and he tightened his grip. He was frightened I was going to bolt. What he said shocked me, yes, but I wasn’t going to leave him.

  “Why?”

  When he loosened his grip, I pulled away from him so that I could watch him as he spoke. He knew I wasn’t going anywhere now.

  “I used to live in a picturesque village in Cefalù in Sicily. I was an unruly boy who mixed with the wrong crowd and got up to mischief. Even then, I wanted to be my own person. I was virtually left to my own devices and was happy enough. Happy, that was, until my father started binge-drinking. He lost his restaurant business, and it made him resentful. Very resentful. He started blaming my mother for everything that had gone wrong in his life. At first, it was verbal, but then he started using his fists. I was fifteen, and I was scared. I used to hide away when he got mad, and I was disgusted with myself for doing so.

  “One day, he took things too far. I heard him shouting and my mother screaming at him to stop. I tried covering my ears, but it all became too much.” Feeling Luca’s rigid body, I ran my fingers through his hair. Relaxing slightly, he carried on. “Something in me snapped. I grabbed the first thing I could find and hit him with it. As I stared down at my hands, I realised I had his blood on them. I had stabbed him and hadn’t even realised it. I watched as my father looked at me with pleading eyes. “Why, son? Why have you done this?” I watched as the life faded away from him.”

  Pulling Luca into my arms, I cradled and caressed him. I wanted him to know I was still here. I promised him, and I was keeping that promise.

  “My mother acted very quickly. She was very resourceful and very intelligent. My dad didn’t give her enough credit for her contribution to our family. She told me it was okay. She assured me that everything would be okay.

  “Before I knew it, she was organising my getaway. She contacted some of her family and got me on the next flight out to England—with the promise that I would never return to Sicily again.”

  Feeling his pain, I tenderly kissed his cheek. “Oh, Luca. I’m so sorry.”

  It all made sense now. He was enraged when Michel had hit me all those months ago. It all must have felt too close to home for him.

  “You remind me a bit of my mama in some ways. She was strong and feisty. The only shit she took was from my father.”

  Kissing his fingertips, I gently grazed my teeth across the tips. Luca hissed with pleasure.

  “Why couldn’t you tell me this before? Why didn’t you share this story with me?”

  “I’ve never told this story to anyone. The only person who knows is my uncle who arranged everything for me. He looked after me, and made sure I was well taken care of. He said my mother would beat him otherwise.” Luca chuckled a little causing my heart to flutter.

  “I like the sound of your mother. I think she and I would get on like a house on fire.”

  Pulling my hips over his groin, he breathed in my neck. “It’s a pity you will never get to see her. She’s a wonderful woman.”

  “Can’t you go back now? I mean, it’s been, what? Fifteen, sixteen years. Surely it would have all died down by now?”

  Luca shook his head. “She made me make a promise.”

  “But—”

  Luca stopped me with his hand. “She made me make a promise.”

  I sighed realizing I wasn’t going to get through to Luca. “Do you at least know she’s okay?”

  Luca smiled. “I get regular updates from my uncle, Giuseppe. He calls every week to make sure she’s doing fine.”

  “And is she?”

  “As far as I’m aware, yes. She never married. She just stayed at home and looked after my brothers and sisters.”

  I searched his eyes for sign any sign of pain. “And you don’t know how they’re all getting on?”

  He looked at my expression and gently placed a strand of hair behind my ear. “They were all much younger than me. I came quite quickly, but the others didn’t follow until seven years later.”

  I swept my thumb against his lip. “Was that on purpose?”

  Luca searched my eyes. I knew he was finding it difficult to talk about. “No. I think my mama had a difficult time with me, and it just took them a long time to conceive again.”

  Breathing him in again, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I asked Luca to make love to me. He smelt too good for words. He looked too good for words.

  “I’m going to freshen up. I’ll be right back.” Racing to the bathroom, I had a quick wash and thoroughly brushed my teeth.

  I walked back in and Luca looked up. “Feeling better?” Luca’s appreciative eyes greeted me from the bed.

  “Yes, thank you.” I crawled on my hands and knees to straddle him again.

  “So, you’re not going to leave me now?” His question caught me off guard.

  “Of course not. Why should I?”

  Looking stern, he grabbed my hips. “I’m a murderer, Clara.”

  I kissed him lightly on the lips and stroked his face. “You were justified in what you did.”

  Captivating my eyes with his, Luca stated, “But, I’m a murderer.” He emphasized those words so sternly that I knew he wasn’t getting at his father now.

  “I know what you are, and I don’t care.”

  His face was full of shock. “How can you not care?”

  I laughed. “I think I know enough about you now to know that whatever you do, you do it for a reason.”

  Pulling my hips over his groin again, I realised quickly how hard he was. “You trust me that much, do you?”

  Pulling myself over his hardness again, I gasped. “Yes, Luca, I do.”

  He pulled once more and growled in my ear. Even with me on top he still wanted control. “Let me take care of you.”

  I leant forward and brushed my lips against his neck. Descending lower, I trailed kisses all the way along his chest down towards his stomach. Once I finally reached his hard cock, I licked it ever so gently with my tongue.

  “Fuck!” Luca hissed as he clenched my hair.

  “I think we need to jog your memory again. You need to remember who you belong to.” I shot him a no-nonsense glare, and before he could offer a retort, my mouth was devouring his cock like it was a popsicle on a hot summer’s day.

  “Fuck!” he hissed again as his hips raised slightly off the bed.

  I had given men blow-jobs before, but nothing in this world could have prepared me for just how erotic it would be for me. Hearing his moans and hisses of appreciation alone almost tipped me over the edge.

  His pleasure was soaring through me as I licked and sucked up and down his cock like a woman possessed, and boy was I loving it as I lapped up every single morsel of him. I caressed him in my hands and sucked him in as hard and as deeply as I could. Feeling his grip tightening on me, I knew he was close. “Baby, I don’t want to come in your mouth.”

  Letting him know I wasn’t going to stop for anything, I slapped him hard across the hip. Luca relented and moaned, and I knew he was going to blow at any second.

  “That’s right, baby. Oh fuck, Clara! Your mouth is so fucking—”

  That was it, he was gone. Before I knew it I had his come shooting down my throat, and I was sucking and licking it all up like he was the best goddamned ice cream I had ever tasted.

  Withdrawing my mouth from his cock, I raised myself to look at him. With a wipe of my mouth, I sucked the last juices up with my finger.

  “You don’t fucking realise just how sexy you look doing that.” Luca closed his eyes and breathed deeply. His climax was obviously a good one. I could tell it was. I had them often enough with him to know firsthand.

  Opening his eyes back up, he glared at me, desire in those caramel peepers
of his. “I think it’s your turn now.”

  I shook my head. “This wasn’t about me this morning. This was about me giving you the pleasure. You’re always doing it for me.”

  He wagged his finger in front of me like I was a naughty child. “Ah, ah, Clara. I think we need to refresh your memory.”

  I looked at Luca and could tell he had a mischievous glint in his eyes. That was all I needed to shoot out of bed and go running for the hills. Where on earth I was going, I had no clue.

  Standing in the kitchen, I picked up the first thing I could find. Luca was just looking highly amused.

  “Are you going to ladle me to death?”

  Turning my attention away from Luca for a second to see that what I was in fact holding was a ladle, gave him the opportunity to sprint. Before I knew it, Luca had me in his arms and was placing me down on the kitchen countertop.

  Grinding his groin into mine, Luca eyes danced with fire. “This is a really good position to have you in.”

  “Really?” I asked bringing his lips to mine. “I thought up against the glass window at your club was sexier.”

  Biting my lip, Luca brushed his thumb over my nipple before delving his tongue in my mouth. Pulling out briefly, he lingered his eyes on my lips. “You had your chance, but you turned me down.”

  “Oh really? It’s like that, is it?”

  “Yes, it’s like that.”

  His smiling eyes nearly had me gone, but I held strong. “I don’t think I want you tasting me.”

  Brushing his nose against my neck, Luca—in one swift motion—had my tank top ripped from my chest. “I’m going to have you whether you want it or not. I’m going to force you to orgasm. Because I can. Do you get me, Clara?”

  Oh boy, I thought I had just come on the spot. Luca never failed to amaze me by just how much he dominated me. It was to the point where he took my breath away. And, oh did he take my breath away.

  Seeing my heated desire, Luca ripped my panties from my hips, leaving me completely naked and exposed.

  “I’m going to taste you now. Lick you until you scream my name and come on my mouth. Do you understand?”

  I felt his hands on my breasts and moaned out. “No, I don’t want you to. I want to come on your cock.”

  Luca growled in my ear and bit my earlobe. “Revenge is a dish best served smoking hot.”

  Breathing heavily, I squeezed his arms. “This is not an eye for an eye. I made you come in my mouth—so what?”

  Suckling on one of my nipples, Luca flicked his tongue. My goodness I was as ready as ever for him.

  “I told you not to do it. I gave you specific instructions, and you ignored me. Now, it’s your turn.”

  I pushed him away from me and glared at him. “You never have the right to tell me what to do!”

  Pulling my head to him, Luca smashed his hungry lips against mine. The heat and the feel of him were all too much. Placing a finger inside me, Luca pushed so deep—and so forcefully, it made me moan loudly into his mouth.

  “I fucking own your body, Clara. I own your mouth, your breasts, and that sweet pussy of yours. I own you and every single fucking part of you. Do you hear me?”

  I don’t know why every time he talked to me like this, it turned me on something chronic. I could already feel it just from his words and his fingers alone. The build-up was coming, and Luca knew it.

  Pulling away, Luca ground his hips into me. My God, I needed to come.

  “I can’t hear you.” He lowered himself down and suddenly his tongue was there, lashing violently against my clit.

  “Oh God, Luca!” I screamed.

  Luca stopped to a halt, pulled his head away and blew on my little nub. “No. That’s not the right answer.”

  Feeling myself on that tip from pre-orgasm to orgasm, Luca held me there just by the breath of his mouth alone. How the fuck was he doing that? I was there—right there. I could blow if he just either flicked his tongue or sank his cock into me.

  “Luca, stop fucking doing this. I need to come!” It was becoming painful to be held there rigid with the pent-up torture Luca was relishing on me.

  “All you have to do is give into me, baby, and I’ll give you what you want. This pussy, who does it belong to?”

  Getting angry, I shouted, “You!”

  “Every part of you is not yours; it’s mine. Isn’t that right?”

  Oh I was so going to get him back for this. “Yes, for fuck’s sake. Just DO something!”

  Smiling his cocky, triumphant grin, Luca flicked my clit with his tongue. I was right back there again—right on the tip. Just a few more lashes, and I would be gone.

  “I’m going to come. Please fuck me now.”

  Luca was ignoring me. He was determined to get his own damn way; he didn’t care for my pleas. Fisting his hair in my hands, Luca buried himself even deeper. It just took two more lashings of his tongue, and then I was gone.

  Screaming and wriggling beneath him, I didn’t even have a chance to calm down. Luca thrust his cock so hard inside me that I almost lost my breath.

  Pulling me from the counter, Luca whisked me up against the wall and pounded into me like a ferocious animal. Not caring if I hurt him, I yanked his hair and pulled him to my lips.

  Luca growled, and if I thought he couldn’t go any faster, I was wrong. Suddenly realising orgasm number two was fast approaching, I held on tightly to Luca in a vice-like grip.

  “You’re going to come for me baby, aren’t you? I can always make you come hard.”

  Oh God, yes, he could. “Say it, Luca. Speak dirty to me in Italian.”

  “Ti scoperò fino a farti esplodere di piacere.”

  Fuck me, I was going again. “More, more!”

  Thrusting even harder, Luca growled. “Sto andando a farsi fottere fino a quando non si grido.”

  That was it. It didn’t take much. I screamed and bucked underneath him. I didn’t care what the hell he’d said; it was just so fucking hot!

  “I love making you come!” he screamed, and before I knew it, he was right there with me—thrusting and stiffening as his cock exploded come inside of me.

  Breathing hard into my neck, Luca stroked my hair tenderly. “Why can I never seem to get enough of you? I want you all the fucking time. Marry me, Clara.”

  I stiffened in his arms. Did I just hear correctly? He asked me to marry him? Was it actually even a question?

  When I didn’t answer, Luca pulled his head from my neck and looked me in the eyes. Swiping a lock of sweaty hair from my brow, Luca smiled. “Have I made you speechless? That would be a first.”

  “This is no time for jokes.”

  Tenderly stroking my cheeks, Luca brushed his thumb over my mouth and kissed me. “Marry. Me.”

  I shook my head and Luca thrust me up against the wall to make me stop. “You’re asking me while you still have your cock inside me after we’ve just had sex. Your head’s not screwed on properly.”

  “My head is very screwed on. I’ve been thinking about this for a while, but just didn’t know how to ask you.”

  I laughed sarcastically. “So you thought you’d give me two orgasms, then ask, thinking that my brain would be turned to so much mush that I’d say yes?”

  Luca smiled and raised his eyebrow. “That was the plan—yes. Why, has it not worked?”

  I puffed out some air. “I can’t believe you.”

  “Is that a no then? If it is, I may have to work on reconnecting with you again.”

  Shaking my head, I cupped his face in my hands. “You’re so romantic.”

  “I didn’t think you were the hearts and flowers kind of girl. If you are, then I shall rethink and ask you again.” Seeing how serious I must have looked, Luca pulled out and placed me down. “Do you not want to marry me?”

  Looking into his worried eyes, it was the first time I had ever seen any vulnerability. “It’s not that, Luca. It’s just so … so sudden.”

  Luca held my face to his and sighed. “My ma
ma once told me that I would find the girl of my dreams, and when I did, I had to hold onto her tightly and never let her go.”

  Laughing in my head, I began to realise just why Luca was so dominant with me. Why he always said I belonged to him.

  Luca held my gaze and pinned me with his pleading eyes. “I don’t need to wait any longer to know that we’re meant to be together. I felt it since the day I saw that picture of you in your aunt’s place. You are the girl of my dreams. The one my mother told me about. I knew it that day, and I was certain of it the moment I laid eyes on you. You can’t get away from me. I will win your heart. I will always win. There’s just no escape from me. You may as well give in and say yes now.”

  I smiled. I couldn’t help it. Even now, Luca was ordering me around. Even for something as serious as marriage, he still couldn’t seem to relinquish an ounce of his control.

  Luca kissed me gently and sighed. “Do you love me?”

  I stilled, but I couldn’t deny it to myself or to Luca. “Yes, I do love you. And now, I’m really bloody mad at you!” Stomping off, I got really angry.

  “What?” Luca was dumbstruck. “I don’t understand. You say you love me and then you get angry with me?”

  “Yes, and do you want to know why?”

  Strolling over to take my hand, he muttered, “Of course I want to know why.”

  “Because, even now, you’re going completely over-the-top alpha on me. I was coerced into telling you I loved you rather than being allowed to let it come naturally. Are you happy with yourself now?”

  Luca laughed, grabbed my hand and kissed it. “I love it when you get angry.”

  I ran into the bathroom and turned the tap on for a bath, huffing as I went. As I spun around, I caught the fucker’s grin and almost slapped him.

  “My baby loves me.”

  Putting my hand in front of me, I shook my head. “Don’t you dare, Luca. You’re not worming your way around me again.”

  “But, you love me.”

  Seeing the overjoyed little boy look, I couldn’t help but smile. Within an instant, he’d had me coming twice, shocked the hell out of me, had me ready to bash him about the head—and now? Now, I was smiling like an idiot at him.

  Luca, seeing my reaction, pulled me to him and started nibbling on my ear. “Dimmi che mi ami.”

 

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