Barresi: Emily Trilogy: A New Orleans Mafia Romance

by Lux Miller

  He groans and reaches up with one hand to grab hold of the side of my face with a grunt. “Emily… I may be laid up in bed, but I’m not dead...:”

  I chuckle and pull away, blushing slightly. “Sorry. I just can’t seem to get enough of the way you taste. I never cared much for sex or foreplay or any of it, but then again, I guess I’ve never been with a man who gives two shits about me either…”

  Luca nods and lets his hand drop off the side of my face. “I’ll never purposefully hurt you, Emily. You have to know that. But I’m not a good man. I’m far from it. I’m the monster under your bed, the boogeyman in the closet… I’m the vile thing that lurks in the shadows and destroys everything good and pure about this world.”

  I sigh softly as I stand up off the bed, then lean over his body to place several small butterfly kisses along the cut. I right myself and walk back over to my canvas. I plop down behind it and try to ignore the raging hormones that are screaming at me to touch him in inappropriate ways. “Good thing I’m neither pure nor good…”

  Luca brushes his hand slowly along the still-red line that cuts across his body. “I…”

  Shaking my head, I waggle my paintbrush at him. “Don’t argue with me. Just because I’m a woman doesn’t make me inherently good. You think you know me, but you’ve no idea what I’m capable of, Luca. Maybe I don’t have blood on my hands like you do. I’ve never killed anyone, but I’m not saying I never would. To protect those I’m attached to, I just might. You think you’re this horrible person who doesn’t deserve to be cared for, but tell me this… have you ever woken up in the morning and decided, ‘Hmmm, today is a Tuesday. I think I’ll kill a man today’?”

  Luca opens his mouth to answer, but I shake my head, pointing the paintbrush at him. “Don’t answer that. It was a rhetorical question. You and I both know that you haven’t. As badass as you are, and as bad as you think you are… you don’t kill for fun. I know you didn’t feel remorse when you killed Andre.

  “But you didn’t enjoy it. It was a part of the job, and it had to be done. Sure, it was over money, but I doubt you would have let him live as long as he did if you’d known the truth. He was a horrible man. I wasn’t the only one, Luca… there were dozens of wide-eyed, innocent teenagers that he raped and sodomized and then loaned to his friends to do the same. And it wasn’t just little girls. He had his share of little boys too.

  “New Orleans is a better place because you removed him from it. Sure, it was cold-blooded murder, but how many lives did you save in the process? Don’t forget that just because you’re alive, doesn’t mean you’re living. If you’d only seen the lives he destroyed…”

  Luca’s face is furious as I spell out the details for him, but I keep cutting him off before he can speak. “Luca… who did you kill on the night you were attacked? And don’t tell me you didn’t… I saw it on your face. You had the same look on your face the night you killed Andre.

  “You keep telling me I won’t accept who you really are, but here I am… accepting it. Just be honest with me. That’s all I ask. I can accept the dirty money, the extortion, the racketeering… I can even accept the killing if it’s justified and you’re not taking out innocents… so tell me, who did you kill?”

  Luca sighs and lifts his eyes to meet mine. “The answer isn’t that simple, Emily. It may be best if you don’t know. I won’t lie to you about it. Yes, I killed a man that night. No, his body will never be found, just as Andre’s will never be found. The finer details don’t need to be known by anyone. Details are evidence that someone can use against me. And if you know, then someone can use you against me.”

  I blink rapidly, his confirmation of killing someone rattling me, though it doesn’t surprise me as much as I thought it would. Inhaling sharply, I implore, “Did the man deserve it?”

  Luca nods. “His crimes against humanity outweighed even Andre’s, so if you believe Andre’s death was justified, then yes.”

  Chewing my bottom lip, I watch him as he watches me, but I don’t reveal my feelings regarding the matter. After several moments of silence, I nod then put my paintbrush back to the canvas to continue working. I can feel him watching me though, so after five minutes of feeling his gaze bore into me, I look up at him and huff, “I’m not judging you, okay?”

  Luca closes his eyes as he shifts himself to a sitting position and stands up, walking over to me. I open my mouth to argue with him about being out of bed, but he shakes his head, “Emily, I’m like a wild beast. You can’t keep me caged forever. You can’t save me from myself, who I was born to be.”

  I look up at him and watch his face with curiosity, “And what if I’m not trying to save you?”

  Luca swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he leans down over me. I squeak slightly as he invades my personal space. His voice is low as he warns, “And what if I kill again? What if I’m ordered to kill someone?”

  I don’t know why he’s asking, but I get the feeling that he’s purposely leaving out some details. “Would they be an innocent?”

  Luca shakes his head as he brings his hand to my cheek, his thumb rubbing over my cheekbone. “Never. Even criminals have morals. Never has a Barresi called a hit on an innocent, and never will they as long as I live.”

  I swallow as his lips edge closer to mine. His voice lowers as he breathes, “And could you fall in love with a man who rules the city with an iron fist and a handgun? A man like me?”

  I shake my head quickly, and I see his eyes widen. Just as his lips are about to brush mine, he stops suddenly. I smile and close the distance, my lips claiming his in a chaste kiss. Mumbling against his mouth, I reply in almost a whisper, “No, I can’t fall in love with a man like you, Luca… because I already have…”

  SEVEN

  The sound that leaves Luca’s mouth is a mixture of a moan, a groan, and a loud whoosh of air that takes my breath away. He slides his hand into my hair and tightens it into a fist. Before I can protest, he’s wedged himself between my legs and his mouth is burning a line from my lips down to my collarbone.

  “Luca, we can’t—you’re injured.”

  Luca ignores me as he lets go of my hair and drops onto his knees between my thighs. He continues his trek down my body with his lips, pausing between my breasts. My heart is thudding so wildly in my chest that I’m certain he can feel it.

  He glances up at me with a gleam in his eyes, and before I can stop him, he shifts his mouth over my right breast and clamps his mouth around my nipple. The thin fabric of my sleep shirt doesn’t deter him as he tightens his lips around the now puckered bud.

  I clench my thighs as pleasure rolls through my body. My other nipple responds to him immediately, poking through the fabric. He smirks around the first as he laves his tongue around it, then bites down.

  I yelp as he brings his other hand up and pinches the second one. He continues to suck on the first through my shirt and I can feel dampness beginning to soak into my panties. Digging deep, I finally managed to squeak, “Luca…”

  It’s dirty and exhilarating and I know I should stop him, but I can’t bring myself to say the words. He looks up at me from my breast with a look on his face that dares me to try to stop him. I know instantly, it’s a battle I’m going to lose, but it doesn’t mean I’m going down without a fight.

  If Luca Barresi wants to play dirty, then I’m game for dirty. I put my hand to his forehead and push his face away from my chest. Looking down at my sleep shirt, I frown when I see the enormous wet spot from where he attached himself to me.

  Narrowing my eyes at him, I whip the sleep shirt off over my head, and his eyes immediately drop to my naked breasts where both nipples stand at the ready, begging for attention. He groans as he licks his lips, but I keep my hand pressed against his forehead.

  “If you feel pulling or tearing or pain in any way, we have to stop.”

  Luca flicks his gaze at me, “I’m not stopping until you come on my face, around my dick and until you literally c
an’t take it anymore…”

  I squirm from my place on the chair, gasping as he knocks my hand away from his face. Before I can protest, his mouth has returned to my nipple, sucking hard on the sensitive nub before he rolls it between his teeth.

  My eyes drop shut as he pinches the other nipple between his fingers in time with what his mouth is doing to the first. Groaning, I tighten my thighs around him as I bite down on my bottom lip. At this rate, the man is going to make me come with just nipple play.

  He knows it too. He pulls back, my nipple popping out of his mouth with a soft ‘pop.’ He licks his lips and rests one hand on each of my knees. “God, Emily… everything about you tastes so good…”

  I shake my head at him and roll my eyes. “Luca… you’re just drunk on what my body does to yours…”

  Luca shrugs. “So? Is that such a bad place to be? Drunk on love?”

  The words that were about to spill out of my mouth die on my lips as he captures them with his. His tongue persistently pushes through my defenses to war with mine as he lays claim to what’s been his for weeks.

  He drops his hands to my legs, digging his fingertips into the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. My heart skips a beat as he edges them up underneath the lightweight fabric of my sleep shorts. It’s only moments before he realizes what I already knew - I’m not wearing panties and my center is already moist with want.

  He pulls back from me and groans, “How do you expect me to resist that? You’re soaked, Emily…” One of his hands slides further up under my shorts until his entire hand is against my pussy. His eyes watch my face as he slides his middle finger along my slit, and I try my damnedest not to react, but my attempts are futile.

  As the tip of his finger collides with my clit, my eyes slam shut with a guttural moan. Despite knowing that we shouldn’t be doing this, my body doesn’t give a shit. It wants his intimate touches, and it wants them now.

  As if reading my mind, Luca pushes his middle finger inside of me. I feel my walls instantly clench around the intrusion. He moans and adds a second finger with the first, curling them up against the spot that he knows drives me wild.

  Then he pulls his fingers out of me and sits back on his feet, watching me in silence. As my eyes flutter open and a soft whimper of complaint breaches my lips, he smirks. He puts both of his fingers in his mouth and licks off my juices, his eyes staying focused on mine.

  Once he’s swirled his tongue around his fingers, he eyes me with a dangerous look in his eyes. “Are you still sure we can’t do this? Stitches seem to be holding fine, even with me finger-fucking you… letting me tongue fuck you won’t yank them out either…”

  My hands fly to the sides of the chair to hold on as his words assault me. More than anything, I want him to eat me out right now, but I refuse to ask him to do it. There’s no way I’m going to just sit here while he pleasures me. No way, no how…

  My thoughts drift off as he reaches up to my hips and tugs on my shorts. Despite my attempts to press my ass into the chair, he succeeds in getting my shorts off of my hips. Then he yanks them down my legs and deposits them somewhere behind himself.

  He grins at me like he’s won our little game and grips my knees in his hands. I try fruitlessly to hold my legs closed, but he’s stronger than me and he pries them open easily. He wedges himself between my legs and pulls my calves over his shoulders. I open my mouth to scold him about how much physical effort he’s putting forth, but my mind goes blank as he takes a single lick of my slit from end to end.

  Pleasure flickers through my mind for a brief moment before he buries his face between my thighs, his tongue furiously working over my cunt. He dips his tongue inside of me, then slurps at me like I’m a goddamned popsicle before zeroing in on my clit with his tongue. I don’t know who taught him how to eat pussy, but I am thanking my lucky stars they did.

  I lean my head back over the back of the chair and bite down on my bottom lip hard enough that I taste the salty, metallic tang of blood. As I do, my butt lifts off the chair, and I thrust my pussy into his face more. He chuckles against me, humming softly as I squeal in delight at the added vibrations.

  He backs off of me for a painstaking moment, but then the cold sensation of air blown across my clit hits my nerves. My entire body clenches in response. Luca pierces the moment of pleasure by shoving his two fingers inside my slicked cunt, spreading them apart to prime me for what I know is inevitable.

  I reach one hand between my legs and tangle my fingers into his hair, yanking and twisting as he brings me to the cusp of ecstasy. He attacks my clit as he inserts a third finger inside of me and I snap, barreling over the edge as he nibbles on the sensitive nerve center that has me moaning like a feral cat.

  Luca jerks away from me with a moan of his own. “God Damnit Emily, I want you to clamp onto my dick like that and milk it dry. My balls ache for you, to be emptied inside of you. To have my dick buried so far inside of you that you feel me for days…”

  I shudder as I sit up and look at him, my mouth still hanging open from the pleasure he just lavished on my body. “Luca… that would be too much… too much physical movement… we can’t fuck.”

  Luca nods as he grabs my hands and tugs on them gently. I relent and stand up, my legs still wobbly from the intense orgasm he just wrought from me. “So let me make love to you, then.”

  My breath hitches in my throat at his words. “Luca—”

  He shakes his head and gently tugs me to him, wrapping his arms around me gently. “I’m serious… if I love you and you love me, it’s time we make love… we’ve fucked like rabbits enough. I want to be able to be inside you and see you fall apart as I bring you to the brink... I want to see that pretty little face of your scrunched up as your heart beats with mine… give me this, just this once, and I’ll never ask again… please…”

  Seriously? How can a woman refuse that? A hardened man like Luca… practically on his knees begging me to let him make love to me? Did I whack my head and wake up in a cheesy romance novel? I mean, who really asks to be allowed to make love to you? I’d be a fool to say no, that’s for sure, so I nod.

  He grins and turns us around so that the backs of his legs are against the chair. He pushes down the low-slung sweatpants he’s wearing and I smile in amusement to see I’m not the only one who wasn’t wearing underwear. I’m also not the only one extremely turned on right now. His boner is bobbing like it has a mind of its own and it’s very clear what it would say if it could talk - use me.

  Sitting down on the chair, he carefully kicks off the sweatpants and holds his hands out for mine. As soon as I grab hold of his hands, he tugs me toward him, and I have to straddle his thighs so that I don’t crash into him. He smirks and puts his hands on my hips, pulling me as close to him as I can get.

  From this angle, I can feel his erection against my inner thigh. It brushes against my outer lips slightly as he breathes, and I can feel him watching me intently, even though my eyes are closed. “Luca… are you sure you want this?”

  He brings one hand up to my face and caresses my cheek. “Emily, look at me…”

  I sigh and open my eyes. He’s staring at me, a look of earnest need on his face. He wants this as much as I do. His other hand slides down to his dick as he wraps it around the base of himself and positions the throbbing flesh at my opening. “Just give me the word and you own me, Emily…”

  A single tear slips down my cheek as I lean over him and capture his lips in a kiss full of need. As our lips unite, he drops the hand from my cheek to my hip again and guides me down onto him. I gasp into his mouth as he fills me completely, the raw stretching sensation of accommodating him setting every nerve ending on fire.

  He holds me there, his manhood fully seated inside of me, for what feels like an eternity as his tongue fucks my mouth. His motions are desperate but skilled as our tongues clash. Finally, I’m able to pull away to inhale a breath like I’ve been starved for air. Panting, I shift on his lap and groan at the f
ullness inside of me. “Luca—”

  He puts a finger to my lips and shakes his head, his eyes closed. “Just enjoy it…”

  He bucks into me gently and I shake my head fervently. “You have tricked me into making love to you. Now let ME do it…” I lift myself off of his lap slowly until his length nearly slips free, then I lower myself back down onto him painstakingly slowly.

  Luca groans as he digs his fingers into my hips. This slow dance of torture continues for almost ten minutes before Luca whimpers, bucking his hips again. “Emily, please… don’t tease me. It feels amazing inside of you, but my balls… oh God, they hurt… I need to—”

  His words trail off as I speed up my motions, lifting and dropping back onto his lap quicker now. His eyes are closed, but his wanton moaning tells me everything I need to know about how he feels right now. I continue to ride his dick for another five minutes, gradually gaining speed until he digs his fingers into my sides again. This causes me to pause, but it’s the words that tumble out of his mouth that make my heart skip a beat.