by Jagger Cole
“Yeah, fine!” she snaps. “Now go away. I need to make some phone calls.”
I frown at the door. “To?”
“Some friends,” she calls back.
“That’s fine. I’ll arrange transportation…”
“They’re coming here,” she snaps. “We’re throwing a party.”
My frown deepens. “A party.”
The door swings open roughly. Lucia’s barefoot in black yoga pants that fit her like a glove, and a loose, oversized sleeveless t-shirt. I want to say that I don’t notice how hard her nipples are through it. But I do. So does my dick.
“Yes, Dominic,” she mutters. “A party.”
“Yeah, no.”
She smiles. “Too bad, it’s happening.”
I grunt. “A party for what?”
“Oh!” She smiles way too hard. She’s being sarcastic. “Why, to celebrate our marriage, silly!” Her big smiles spreads across her face.
“You’re a brat, you know that?”
“Dominic, you don’t know the half of it.”
My eyes drop to her hand. I instantly spot the giant glittery diamond. I could grumble about taking it off. But mine is stuck fast too.
“What are you going to do about the ring?”
She shrugs. “I’ll think of something.”
“No party.”
Lucia sighs loudly. “It’s just a little get-together. Try not to be a buzzkill, Dominic?”
Yeah, it’s a fucking party. First, it’s two girls she knows from boarding school drop by with a couple bottles of wine. Whatever, that’s fine. But then a couple she knows from back in Italy drops by. They inform me they’re on vacation.
But after that, three guys show up. That makes me snarl. They’re “bro” types, which has me on edge. Especially with the skimpy little skirt and strappy top Lucia’s dressed in. Then, more people come. And then more. Within the hour, this “get together” is up to twenty fucking people in the apartment.
I mostly stay in my room. People are definitely curious who I am. Lucia shrugs off the questions and tells them I’m her live-in manservant. I roll my eyes when I overhear that. I prowl the party a little. I spot one of the bro-dudes laughing with Lucia; grinning at her like a fucking wolf.
I want to roar. Or throw him out the goddamn window. But no, I can’t get involved. I’m here to protect her. That’s it. And “manservant” or not, I’ve patted down and checked the bags of everyone at the party. Keeping her safe. That’s it.
People are having a good time, but it doesn’t seem like shit is getting crazy or anything. So finally, I just call up one of my guys from downstairs to watch the front door of the apartment. I disappear into my room and close the door. It’s just me and Netflix for the next hour and a half or so.
But eventually, my mind starts to wander. I start to replay that fucking guy laughing with her. Smiling at her. That look in his eye that screams that he wanted to touch her. A possessive feeling surges inside of me. I lie to myself. I say I need to go check the party for any security concerns. But that’s bullshit.
I’m going out there to check up on her.
I open the door and stare. Fuck. Things have gone from get together to full blown frat party since I disappeared. I storm out of the room and look around the apartment in disbelief.
In the kitchen area, four people are listening to blasting music and doing lines of coke off the counter. There’s a dance party happening in the living room area. And in a darker corner in a chair, some girl is giving a guy head.
I scowl and march over. The guy sees me coming and fumbles with her hair. She looks up, and the two of them scramble. The guy awkwardly tries to cover his dick with his t-shirt. Her face blushes bright red.
“Get a fucking room,” I snarl.
They both stammer and blush. The guy nods past me at my room.
“Yeah, not that one,” I hiss. The two of them scramble for the bathroom, the guy trying to hold his pants up with one hand as he trails after her.
This is out of control. I storm over to the kitchen cocaine party next. But on the way, I pass a guy on the couch about to light a bong.
“Are you fucking serious?” I snatch it out of his hand and toss the whole thing in the trashcan.
“Hey! Bro!”
He jumps up. But when he realizes I’m six inches and probably forty pounds of muscle bigger than him, he shuts the fuck up. I glare at him and then around the room. Something suddenly ticks.
Where the fuck is Lucia?
I turn back to the bong asshole. “Where—” I snarl. “Where’s Lucia?”
“Oh, she’s with Matt!” A girl’s drunk voice laughs from behind me. I whirl on her.
“Excuse me?”
“Matt. I think he knows her from boarding school.” She points to Lucia’s closed bedroom door. My blood turns to fire. I storm over. I don’t even break stride when I kick the door open. Inside, Lucia gasps loudly.
She’s sitting on her bed; clothed at least. “Matt” is sitting behind her, also clothed. But the fucker is giving her a goddamn shoulder massage.
I want to break his hands off.
“Out,” I hiss with an icy tone.
Matt frowns and looks up at me. “Dude, what the fuck?”
“Out, now.”
“Dude, you’re the butler. The fuck are you—”
“I said out!” I roar. I storm over to the bed. I rip him off of it and away from her, and I throw his punk ass to the ground.
“Dude!” he screams. “Are you fucking crazy?!”
“Yes.” I pull back my jacket and flash him the Beretta hanging off my holster. “Real, real fuckin’ crazy, Matt.”
He turns white. He glances at Lucia and then shakes his head. He scrambles to his feet. “Fuck this.”
I smile when he bolts out of the bedroom, through the apartment, and out the front door. I step back outside of her room.
“Party is over,” I growl.
“Dom!”
I ignore Lucia for the time being. But when no one bats an eye, I stride over to the sound system and slam it off.
“The party is fucking over,” I roar. This time, everyone looks up with scared expressions. “Get the fuck out, now.”
“Wait, what the fuck are you—”
“Now!” I bellow.
Lucia’s guests scramble for their shit and rush for the door. I follow, with her on my heels.
“What the hell! Dominic, I’m not a fucking kid! I’m allowed to have fucking friends, and parties!”
“Yeah, well this one is over.”
The last party guest rushes out the door. I slam it shut behind him.
“What the fuck, Dominic!” She screams at me. She looks furious. But goddamn, that hot look in her eyes just makes me want her. “What the fuck is your fucking problem—”
“You!” I snap. I whirl on her. I storm into her, until I’m towering over her and practically pinning her to the wall next to the door.
“You are my fucking problem, Lucia,” I hiss.
“Yeah?” She snaps.
“Yes.”
She sneers at me. “So? What are you going to do about it?”
I’m shaking. My pulse is thudding in my head. My hands are clenched to fists. My jaw grinds and my cock is so fucking hard.
“Stop goading me,” I hiss.
“Stop trying to control me.”
“Stop tempting me.”
Lucia swallows. “No promises,” she whispers.
I hang on to my control for about half a second more. Then, I crash into her. I grab her tightly, and I kiss her fucking hard. Lucia moans into my lips. I lock the door and then scoop her up into my arms.
She whimpers. Her legs wrap around my waist. I keep kissing her while I carry her across the apartment to her bedroom.
“Just remember, princess,” I groan against her eager mouth. “You wanted this.”
I carry her into her room, and I slam the door shut behind us. My control is gone. My sanity has lef
t with it. All I have now is my uncontrollable, untamable lust for her. And this time, nothing is going to stop this.
14
Lucia
It feels like my clothes are halfway off before I even hit the bed. I drop onto the sheets with Dominic’s hard, chiseled body pressing against me. His lips are on mine, and all I can hear is my pulse and my own moans.
His hands slide down my sides, and his fingers slip into the button front of my top. Its already halfway undone, but his arms flex hard. I gasp when he rips it apart roughly. My desire for him surges even harder. I like the roughness. I like the untamed beast he seems to be with me.
I kiss him harder, and my legs wrap tight around his waist. I can feel his thickness between my thighs, and I whimper. I roll my hips against him. My skirt rides high, and my panties rub against the tent in his pants. God, I’m so wet that I wonder if he can feel it through all the fabric.
He pulls away from my lips just enough to pull my top away. Then it’s my bra. His eyes slip down over my hard pink nipples. He lowers his mouth, his eyes still holding mine. I whimper when he sucks one nipple between his lips. His hands cup my tits as he licks his way from one peak to the other, until I’m trembling in pleasure.
His mouth moves lower. My stomach caves and shivers under his lips. He moves lower still, but his eyes are still on mine. His fingers pluck open the button of my skirt. He unzips it and peels the whole thing away. My legs are still wrapped around him. But now all that keeps him from my bare, eager pussy is a very wet pair of panties.
“Lucia…”
“I want this,” I whisper breathlessly. “I want you.”
“I’m all yours, babygirl,” he groans. He tugs at my panties. Slowly, they peel away. I blush at how wet I am, but Dominic just groans. His eyes finally slip down from my eyes, over my body. They land on my bare pussy, and he growls deeply.
“And you’re all fucking mine,” he groans. He peels my panties and skirt the rest of the way off. He spreads my legs wide and pushes his head between them. His mouth lowers, and his tongue drags through my wet lips.
“Oh my God, Dom…” I moan deeply. He kisses my pussy lightly, then he tongues it harder. He works my clit, and then slips lower. His hands hold my thighs apart and his tongue pushes into me. I gasp in pleasure. I cling to his hair and writhe under his mouth. He takes me higher. He winds me tighter. And suddenly, it’s past what I can take.
I scream when I start to come. My hips push against his mouth, and I cry out. My body trembles and shakes, and Dom’s tongue is on my clit the whole time. He growls against me and then slowly pulls back. He yanks his shirt off, then drops his pants. I moan at the thick bulge in his boxers. When he slips those off, I tremble.
God, he’s so big. But I know he’s not going to hurt me. I know he never could.
He slips between my eager thighs. He grips his cock and slips it over my mound. I moan when he teases my clit with his head.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans. He looks up into my eyes. “Christ, Lucia, I love that you’re so wet for me.”
“I love that you’re so hard…”
“You make me this way,” he leans over me. His lips tease mine. “You make me fucking crazy, Lucia. You make me fucking ache for you.”
I smile coyly up at him. “Aww, I hope it doesn’t hurt too bad.”
He grins. “I think we can find a way to make it feel better.”
“Is that what you want?” I whisper thickly. “You want me to make your cock feel better?”
He growls and kisses me hard. It takes my breath away. “What I want, baby,” he groans into the kiss. “Is to make you feel better than you’ve ever felt before.”
He slips his throbbing head lower. He pushes it against my opening, and I moan softly.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he growls.
“I know.”
He kisses me deeply. His hips push, and his cock begins to sink into me. I gasp, and I tense for a half second. But suddenly, all I feel is heaven. I moan into his mouth. My eyes roll back, and the pleasure thrums through me.
“Dominic…”
He keeps sliding into me. He feels fucking huge, but it doesn’t hurt. It just fills me like I’ve never imagined I could be filled. His fat, swollen cock pushes deeper, until he’s as deep as he can get. I hold him tightly, and he wraps me in his arms.
He rocks his hips back and slips his cock slowly out of me. But before he slides out completely, he pushes back in.
“Oh fuck, Dominic!”
“Fuck, Lucia,” he groans. “Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight.”
He thrusts into me, and then out. But with each thrust in, it’s as if his control is slipping. And I want it to break. The more he gives me, the more I want; the more I want him to let go completely and take me exactly how he wants.
“Harder,” I whisper.
“Baby…”
“I want it harder, Dom,” I moan. I see his face darken. His jaw clenches.
“You want me to fuck you hard with this big cock?”
I whimper and nod.
“You want to get fucked like a big girl?”
I moan in pleasure. “Oh fuck, Dom…”
He drives into me, hard. I gasp and beg for more. He sits up on his knees and grabs my hips. He pulls me close to him and thrusts hard. I moan and look down, watching his huge cock pounding in and out of me. His shaft is throbbing and glistening with me. It looks so hot with my pussy gripping him so tightly.
It’s like we’ve done this a hundred times. He touches me exactly where I want. He fills me like I’ve never dreamed. He leans back over me and kisses me deeply. My ankles lock behind his back. I urge him on with my thighs and egg him on with my words in his ears.
“Fuck me!” I moan. “Oh God, Dom! I… oh fuck!”
“Come for me,” he growls thickly. “Come for me, and only me, babygirl. Come for my cock, and my cock alone. Let me feel that pussy come, Lucia.”
He plunges into me. His hands squeeze my hips and his muscles coil against me. He kisses my mouth roughly, and I break. I moan into his lips, and I start to come like I’ve never come before.
Dominic groans and sinks his cock into me, deep. I feel him throb and pulse through my own orgasm. He groans, and I can feel him explode deep within me. I feel his hot cum spilling into me, and I gasp into his mouth.
I hold him as close to me as I can, with my arms and my legs. He kisses me gently. It’s the perfect sweetness after the hot roughness we just had. I never want him to not be this close to me.
Dominic slowly pulls away from my lips. He pushes my hair from my eyes holds them with his own.
“Perfect,” I whisper.
He grins. “Hey, at least we waited until marriage, right?”
I start to laugh. And it’s the sort of contagious laugh that isn’t going to end anytime soon.
15
Dominic
The last time we woke up in bed together, it was pandemonium. This time, I never want either of us to leave it. I wake up with blonde hair in my face and the heat of her body in my arms. I grin.
Fuck, this feels good. This feels better than anything I’ve ever known.
I feel her stir. I go still, as to not wake her. But then she stretches a little. Her ass pushes back, right up against my swelling cock. I hear her purr.
“Are you awake?” she whispers. I say nothing. I feel her push against my dick again. Then I feel her hand slip back between us. Her fingers explore my abs, then push lower. They curl around my cock. I resist the urge to groan.
She strokes me, breathing heavily. She eases me lower and arches her back. I feel my crown slip between her pussy lips, and I groan.
“Knew it,” she giggles.
I chuckle and pull her close. “That’s playing dirty.”
Lucia twists in my arms to look at me over her shoulder. “Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
I kiss her hard. I grind my hips forward. My head pushes into her. And then my
goddamn phone rings. I groan. Then I wrinkle my brow. Wait, not my phone.
“Shit,” she hisses. She pulls away from me, and I groan. “Sorry,” she looks at me with a pale face, phone in hand. “It’s my grandfather.”
Yeah, instant mood killer. I lay back in the bed. Lucia answers the phone. “Good morning, grandpapa!” She smiles at something he says. It makes me smile too. Don Salvestro is not a warm and fuzzy guy. And I do think it’s fucked up that she’s got this lingering “arranged marriage” shit looming. But they’re obviously close. They’re family, and that makes me smile.
She suddenly whips around to look at me. Her eyes are wide. “Yeah! No, please do! I’m just hanging out around the apartment. Okay, see you soon!”
Fuck. What?
She hangs up and jumps from the bed. “Oh shit!”
“Is he…”
“He’s downstairs!”
“Fuck,” I hiss. I jump from the bed and grab my clothes off the ground. Lucia goes to her closet and starts yanking on yoga pants and a sweatshirt.
“Dom, I…” she frowns. “I just wanted to stay in bed and…”
“I know,” I grin. I pull close to her and kiss her deeply. “Look, last night…”
“Last night was everything I ever wanted it to be,” she whispers. I grin and kiss her again. There’s a knock outside on the front door of the apartment. We spring apart. Lucia kisses me quickly and opens her bedroom door. I bolt across the apartment to my own room and close the door.
“Grandpapa!” I hear her say outside. My pulse is racing. I dress quickly. But I don’t go out there. Fuck that. I’ve got a decent poker face. But facing Don Salvestro Scaliami after I just took his granddaughter’s virginity is not a fucking game I care to ever play.
“And you are liking the apartment?” I hear Sal say.
“It’s perfect.”
“Good. We wanted you to be comfortable, of course. Just not too showy to attract attention.”
I groan when I hear Micheal’s voice out there too. Shit, the longer I stay in here, the weirder this is. I glance in the mirror. I straighten my clothes out and fix my bedhead as best I can. I take a breath and then open the door.
