Barresi: Emily Trilogy: A New Orleans Mafia Romance

by Lux Miller

  I tense as he brings his second hand to my other hip and pushes me down his body. I gasp softly as my cunt slides over his hardened cock. He pulls me up so that I’m straddling him with his dick poised between my legs, the crown pressing against my entrance.

  “Luca, you have a to-do list a mile long… you don’t have time for any more marital bliss. You’ve filled my pussy with cum, half a dozen times already. I’ll probably be oozing the stuff for weeks…”

  Luca shakes his head, “Not if I eat you out afterwards…”

  My heart leaps in my chest at his statement. “What?”

  He smirks and pushes down on my hips, the end of his dick slipping inside of me, but he doesn’t push inside any further. “You heard me, Emily… I’ll just lick you clean, and you can go about your day, pretending like I haven’t mounted you like an animal for the entire night, despite the fact that everyone in this house knows that’s exactly what happened.”

  I bite down on my bottom lip as I look down at his face, trying to gauge if he’s serious or fucking with me. He smirks, his eyes glimmering in the hazy sunlight that’s filtering in through the window and illuminating both of our naked bodies. “Besides… that to-do list? I’m working on it… because you’re at the top of it…”

  His words barely register as he yanks down on my hips and rams his length inside of me. I gasp, his dick plunging to the hilt into my pussy. He smirks as his eyes flutter closed, and a guttural moan rips from his throat.

  There’s nothing sweet about the way he ravages my body, thrusting into me so hard that the sickening sound of skin slapping skin echos in the room. I hold onto his shoulders, digging my fingernails into him as he relentlessly thrusts into me. I barely have time to think about what’s going on before he digs deeper into my hips and holds me in place as his cock pulses inside of me.

  I stare down at him with my mouth hanging open as he moans with feral pleasure. Watching him writhe underneath me as he undoubtedly is releasing thick ropes of cum inside of me is fucking hot. I can feel my own pleasure building, but without his movement, I’m hanging on the cusp of release with no way to jump.

  Within moments, he releases a ragged breath and opens his eyes, his chest heaving as he tries to inhale and exhale with some sense of normalcy. “God, I’ll never get used to the feeling of exploding inside you. But now… it’s your turn…”

  I tilt my head to the side, my hair drifting down to obscure one of my breasts. He eyes my chest as he licks his lips, then looks up to my face. A wild, wicked grin twists his lips as he lifts me off of him and tosses me onto the bed beside him. Before I can move, he’s wedged his enormous body between my thighs. He grips my inner thighs in his palms and spreads my legs wide open before him.

  I squirm, but he tightens his grip on me, and I yelp softly. I open my mouth to tell him that I was messing with him, and that I don’t seriously expect him to lick his own cum from inside me, but the sound dies on my lips as he buries his face in my pussy. He sucks hard on my clit before dipping his tongue inside me, then he chuckles against me. His voice is muffled as he talks, “Mmm, salty…”

  He’s relentless in his assault on my cunt, slurping and swallowing like he’s tasting a delicacy for the first time in his life, when in reality, he’s tasting his own cum. I don’t know whether to be grossed out or turned on, but I do know that I’m nearing my own orgasm as he takes a long, languid lick of my slit, then twirls his tongue around my clit. He teases it the way he knows I like, and I arch my back up off the bed.

  I look down between my legs, and the sight of his face between my thighs makes everything in my core tighten. He pulls back slightly and sits up onto his knees, cocking his head sideways at me. I whimper at the loss of the intense pleasure he was wreaking on my body.

  He reaches his hands up to my breasts and caresses the flesh, taking each nipple between his thumbs and fingers and rolling them. Sharp jolts of pleasure shoot straight to my core, and I lean my head back just as he reburies his face into my pussy, grabbing my clit with his teeth and pushing his tongue inside me again. My eyes snap closed as something inside of me breaks. Warmth floods my body, and I gasp with pleasure. He continues to nibble on my clit, twisting my hardened nipples in his fingers.

  He stops for a moment, just long enough for me to start to form a sentient thought, then he dives right back in. I squeal, gripping the sheets in my fists. My heart’s racing as he continues to pleasure me, not letting up even as a second, more intense orgasm racks my body. I’m at his complete and utter mercy, and he knows it.

  I gasp in shortened breaths as he pulls his face away from my pussy and instead plunges two fingers inside of me. He looks down at me, his beard glistening with wetness and smirks. Then he licks his lips and murmurs, “Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.”

  I lock eyes with him and stare at him intently, refusing to ask him to stop. He sits up on his knees enough for me to see that he’s erect yet again, and I glance back and forth from it to his face. “How… can you… still be… hard?”

  Luca shrugs as he positions himself between my legs again, pulling his fingers from inside me and sticking them in his mouth. He tightens his lips around them and pulls them slowly out, swirling his tongue around them. I close my eyes in anticipation of him breaching my entrance again, but instead of the full sensation of his dick ramming inside of me, I’m startled out of my trance by a loud knock at the door.

  Luca’s face snaps to the door, and instead of climbing off me like I expect him to, he shoves himself inside of me anyway. “They can come back later,” he growls under his breath.

  I wince, because by now, I’m oversensitive. “Luca… it’s your sister… I’m supposed to go with her to the store to pick out stuff for her party.”

  Luca scowls and shakes his head. “I don’t want to share my wife. This is the only chance we may get to really enjoy each other before all the crap with the trial begins. It won’t be for a few weeks, but discovery and appointments and all that crap is going to eat up my time.”

  I squirm underneath him, and he slips out, frowning, though he doesn’t climb off of me yet. I smile and pat his shoulder. “That was… incredible, Luca. I’m still… catching my breath… but… the honeymoon’s over, baby…”

  He looks down at me and blinks, then nods slightly. “Yeah, I guess it is… but you’re going to have to forgive me if I don’t want to share, especially with my sister. This is like the piece of bacon rule… I licked it first, so it’s mine.”

  I nod and wiggle out from under him. Laughing, I shake my head, “First of all, considering our current situation, that statement is so inappropriate it’s not even funny. And second of all, nobody on this damn planet that wants to keep their head is going to dare try to take me away from you. It would be suicide…”

  FIVE

  I finally convince Luca to let me out of the bed after Noemi’s incessant knocking for over five minutes. She’s growing impatient on the other side of the door, but it’s her threat to pick the lock that sets Luca in motion. He ushers me out of bed and shoos me to the bathroom to get a shower. Lord knows the last thing he wants me to do is hang out with his little sister smelling like sex. I roll my eyes and disappear into the bathroom as he yanks on a pair of sweatpants and goes to answer the door.

  I don’t hear any of his conversation with whoever was at the door, but I assume he gave them a good enough explanation of the feral sounds coming from our bedroom. He’s back in the bathroom before I’ve even managed to get into the shower, much less get clean. He eyes me like a medium rare steak, licking his lips as his eyes rake over my naked body. I just shake my head at him. “Down boy. Seriously… how can you still get it up? Doesn’t that thing have to recharge or something?”

  Luca shrugs, “Nah, not really. Not around you. It’s like the Energizer Bunny… it just keeps going and going and going…”

  I snort softly and grab my toothbrush from the sink. I plop extra toothpaste onto it because Luca isn’t the only one wit
h sex-breath. He watches me so intently as I brush my teeth that I wonder if he’s spaced out. “Luca, brush your teeth. Dante said you guys have a meeting today with the associates, including that undercover, Kyle. Don’t give me that look. You know it’s useless to hide this kind of stuff from me. You’re not the only career criminal here.”

  Luca frowns, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t want you seeking out trouble. Lord knows enough will find you as it is.”

  I level my gaze at him and sigh, waving my toothbrush at him. “I won’t go snooping, but I also won’t ignore information that makes its way to me. You’re my husband, Luca. I deserve to know if you expect to come home today or not.”

  Before he can argue, I set my toothbrush down on the counter and brush my hand over the light pink scar where he was stabbed. Then, I trail my hands up his chest and let my fingertips glance over a scar that’s mostly obscured by parts of his tattoo. “I can’t even pretend to know what kind of things you’ve faced in your past, Luca, but I’m your wife. You won’t face them alone any more.”

  He grabs my wrist in his hand, leveling his gaze at me as he inhales and exhales deeply, his nostrils flaring with each breath. He almost looks like a bull preparing to charge, but his face is eerily calm. I sigh and mirror his expression. “Luca, you and I both know that I know way more than I should, yet still not nearly enough to have given my heart to you. To have promised forever to a man whose body count is so high, that I don’t have enough fingers to tally them all. And yet, knowing this… and knowing that you still have secrets you’ve kept from me, here I am… with your cum dripping down my leg and your ring on my finger. Soon enough, your last name will be my last name, too. Yours, Luca… it’s all yours. It’s been yours for months. Think about that… ”

  Luca swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he lets go of my wrist. He clears his throat uncomfortably and closes his eyes as his shoulders sag. “You’re right. I’ll be more open with you, but Emily… you have to understand, there are some things I just can’t tell you.”

  I nod and step against him, brushing my fingertips over his lips. “I know. And I’m not asking you to be an open book. I’m just asking for you to tell me what the chances are that I’ll become a widow today. While this marriage may be a sham to save your ass… what I feel for you isn’t fake. And losing you would still devastate me all the same.”

  Luca flinches at my words, then looks at the steam billowing out of the shower. He motions to it and nods. “You’d better get cleaned up. Noemi is insisting you promised to spend the day with her.”

  I nod in agreement. “I did.”

  He pokes me, then raises one eyebrow. “You willingly promised to spend time with my viper of a sister? Since when are the two of you besties?”

  I laugh, “It just kinda happened. Three weeks is a long time…”

  Luca nods slowly, but his face tells me he isn’t fully convinced. “I have to admit it’s a little odd to see her smile. Like, really smile, not fake it so I’ll shut up and quit pestering her, but it’s nice at the same time. She hasn’t been happy in so long...”

  I shrug, “I had no idea when you’d be getting out of jail exactly. She stepped in and entertained me while you were otherwise occupied. Truthfully, I think we came to each other’s rescue. Dante was so busy keeping up with both of your businesses that he didn’t have time for me, and there’s only so much TV a girl can watch. I guess we bonded over our boredom. Noemi’s not that much younger than me after all, and her eighteenth birthday is in a couple weeks. She was as miserable as I was. Plus, with all the recent upheaval in her life, some of which…” I grab his left hand gently and brush my fingertips over the metal of his ring, then look up at him pointedly, “...she doesn’t even know about yet, she deserves this. Her entire life has been spent in a constant state of cloak and dagger. She needs this.”

  Luca gives me a knowing smile and bows quickly in front of me. “Okay, okay. Go. I’ll get a shower later, so that I’m not tempted to maul you yet again. But I’m warning you now, when the lights go out tonight and everybody is settled into their rooms for the night, I can’t promise to keep my hands off of you… wife…”

  I shiver again. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to hearing Luca call me his wife. It feels strange and like I’m watching somebody else’s life right now, not living my own. Less than a year ago, I was stealing on the streets to survive… and now my future belongs to one of the hottest and most dangerous men in New Orleans. I step into the shower and moan as the steaming spray pelts my skin.

  I poke my head back out of the shower briefly and remind him as he’s walking out of the bathroom door. “Brush your teeth, Luca… your breath smells like my pussy.” I don’t wait to hear his response, but I can see his shadowed form through the frosted glass as he walks back to the sink, so I assume he’s listened to me.

  I don’t take long in the shower, even though the almost too-hot spray feels amazing on my sore body, especially between my legs where Luca put his claim on me. I hop out and dry off, then walk into the bedroom with the towel wrapped around me. I’m almost disappointed to see that he’s already gone, but what makes my heart leap into my chest is the glint of metal on the bedside table.

  Walking across the room, my heart plummets out of my throat and into my gut as I see the source of the glint - his wedding band. He’s left it sitting on the bedside table. Once I’m able to catch my breath and actually move, I realize there’s a piece of paper tucked underneath it. I pull the paper out from under it and open it, my heart thudding wildly in my chest.

  Emily,

  Please don’t freak out. I only took it off because there are people that don’t need to know, yet. My mother included. Please allow me to tell her. I don’t want to break her heart, not when it’s still fragile from my father’s death. Ti amo,

  Luca

  I stare at the note incredulously for several moments, then open the bedside table and sweep his ring into it. I drop the note on top of it and wiggle my own ring off, dropping it into the drawer with his. It clinks as it bounces off his, then settles beside it. It’s a disheartening feeling, but I have to drop the disappointment quickly from my face as a chipper voice coos from the doorway.

  “You aren’t dressed yet? We have so much to do today! Come on…”

  I chuckle and turn around to see Noemi literally bouncing on her heels. I wave my hand around in the air nonchalantly. “Yeah, yeah… I know. What’s first? And what kind of shoes do I need to wear?”

  Noemi narrows her eyes at me, then wrinkles her nose. “First of all, leave the window open. It smells in here… second of all, just dress comfortable. We’re going to be doing a lot of walking, so sneakers would be best. We need to get party decorations, and figure out a cake, and a caterer… oh, and a dress! For both of us!”

  I shake my head and motion to the window. “I know. Wasn’t planning on shutting it. Blame your brother. It’s his fault.”

  Walking to the dresser, I bump the bedside drawer closed with my hip, wincing as the rings rattle around inside it. I snag a pair of underwear and matching bralette out of the top drawer and head for the closet. As I drop the towel, I quickly tug on the soft lace undergarments, then pull a flirty maxi dress off the hanger and yank it on over my head.

  Once I’m dressed, I towel-dry my hair, and because it’s still damp, I throw it up in a high ponytail before slipping my feet into a pair of Converse sneakers that Luca had gotten me right before he was arrested. It’s a casual look, but I’m not out to impress anyone.

  Noemi is eyeing me as I walk back over to the bed and reach underneath it to grab my purse. I can feel her eyes burning into me, so I ask, “What? Do I have a booger in my nose or something?”

  She shakes her head, tilting it the side so that her long, dark locks fall over her shoulder. “No, but… you and my brother have gotten really close, haven’t you? Closer than you were...before?”

  I blush slightly, not sure what she�
��s implying. I bounce a shoulder slightly, “Yeah, I guess so. It depends on what you’re really wanting to ask…”

  Noemi digs her sneaker-clad foot into the carpet, then looks up at me and bluntly ask, “Are you in love with Luca?”

  That was definitely not the question I was expecting to come out of her mouth. I was expecting her to ask if we’re sleeping together, or if I liked him… that’s some heavy-handed conversation coming out of the mouth of a teenager. I bite my lip for a moment, then nod, deciding that if I have the nerve to ask Luca for the truth, then I need to willing to do the same when asked.

  “Yes, Noemi. I’m in love with your brother, deeply in fact.”

  Noemi nods, but her face doesn’t show surprise with my answer. Either she already knew and that’s the answer she was expecting… or she has an ulterior motive for asking. I narrow my eyes at her and prod, “Why?”

  She shrugs, color flushing up her cheeks. “I just… how did you know it was love and not lust? That it was something more than ‘Oh hey, that guy’s cute.’?”