She swallowed as I ran the knuckles of one hand along her hip, then slid two fingers along the edge of her panties. “I like these.” With both hands now, I traced the outline of lace on the soft swell of her ass. I then dragged them upward, exposing more of her cheeks as I set the material in the split between them, then tugged upward.
Lucia gasped.
“I like your ass.” I wrapped one hand around to pinch her nipple. “I like your breasts.” I slid it down over her belly and into her panties to cup the wet mound of her sex. “And I like your pussy.” I rubbed her clit as she leaned against me, softening, a small moan escaping her lips. Wrapping my free hand around her neck, I drew her against me, still playing with the slick folds of her sex as I ground my cock against her back. “I want to bury my cock inside your pussy, Lucia. I want to bend you over here and fuck you so hard, everyone in this damn place knows it. Knows you’re getting fucked. Knows you’re mine.”
She stiffened at my words, resisting, but her body jerked as she neared orgasm.
“Stop.” Her voice was weak. A half-hearted plea.
“Give it to me.”
“I…”
I pinched her clit, and she fisted her hands, leaning her forehead into the wall.
“Please. Don’t. Not here.”
“Come.”
She shook her head but stayed as she was, not attempting to free herself, to drag my hand from her pussy.
“Come.”
“No… Fuck.”
Her knees buckled, but I kept her pressed against me, this time gripping a handful of hair and tugging her head backward. “Come, and I’ll release you.”
“I…said…no.”
“Stubborn.” I turned her to face me, kissed her, and worked her clit hard between thumb and forefinger. Her mouth opened to mine, and her arms wrapped around my neck, pushing and pulling, so close to orgasm yet resisting with all she had.
She broke away. “I…won’t.”
But I took her mouth again, and this time, I slid the hand that held her hair down into her panties, parting her ass cheeks, pressing my finger there, rubbing her tight little asshole until her knees gave way, and she cried out, gripping my neck, burying her face in my chest to stifle her moans as she came, her pussy soaking my fingers, my hand, her weight fully supported by me as her body gave out. She sighed, her breathing short, her eyes wet and dark when she turned them up to me. I wrapped my arms around her, smiling, victorious.
“I hate you,” she murmured, closing her eyes when I claimed her mouth for the kiss I took, triumphant again.
“I’m not hungry.”
“But you are stubborn,” I said to Lucia, leaning in closer. “You’re eating. Choose something, or I’ll choose for you.”
She glared but acquiesced. “Fine. I’ll have the mushroom ravioli.”
“Ravioli it is,” the waiter said, giving me a look and taking our menus.
Once the clothes had been paid for, Lucia had dressed in the black backless dress, and we’d headed to a small Italian restaurant for dinner.
“I can’t show my face at Nordstrom again. You know that, right?”
“No one saw your face,” I said, winking, as I picked up a piece of bread and dipped it into a bowl of olive oil.
“You make me so mad!”
I chewed on the bread. “They have the best olive oil. You know, it’s made from their own olives from their groves in Tuscany.”
She took a piece of bread and violently dipped it before biting off a chunk, then sat back and gave me a look. “Did you wash your hands?”
I laughed so hard I nearly choked, and the patrons at the tables around us turned to stare. “I like the way you taste,” I said, reaching under the table and sliding one hand up the inside of her thigh.
“You’re terrible!” She caught my hand and shoved it away.
“That’s not what you were saying in the dressing room.”
The waiter brought over the bottle of wine I’d ordered. Lucia dropped her gaze to her lap, her cheeks flaming red.
He popped the cork and poured. “It’s fine,” I said after tasting it. He filled Lucia’s glass first, then mine. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” I said to her after the waiter left and we picked up our glasses.
“I just had a very loud orgasm in the fitting room at Nordstrom.”
I smiled and shrugged a shoulder. I knew this resistance was in part due to her anxiety over my father’s birthday party. “You’re probably not the first,” I teased, then gave her a wink and decided now was a good time to change the subject. “Your niece is cute.”
She studied me, slowly sipping from her glass. “She is.”
“You’re close with your sister?”
“I was. Before…everything.”
“What do you think of her moving into your father’s house?”
“I’m glad she’s moving in there. I don’t know if I’m ready to sell it. And I’m glad she’s staying nearby.”
“Why didn’t you see each other while you were at school? You could have. Nothing was forbidden.”
She shrugged a shoulder. “You mean like when Marco was standing over us when she came to visit me at the house?”
I gave her my most patient smile. “You didn’t want to.”
“You don’t know me or my family.”
“I’m trying to get to know you. Just because you haven’t been in touch with them doesn’t mean you can’t start again. They’re your family.”
“What about your brother? Are you close?”
“With Dominic?” She nodded. “No. Dominic is…not good.”
“But you were close with Sergio?”
“Yes. Very.”
Neither of us spoke until the waiter interrupted with our dishes. Once he left, Lucia looked at me.
“I’m sorry I didn’t talk to my father before he died. I should have told him I forgave him.”
“Do you? Forgive him, I mean?”
She shrugged a shoulder. “I think he was backed into a corner. And you’re wrong, he wasn’t just saving himself. He gave me up to save all of them. You…your father had murdered—”
“I’m getting bored of this conversation. It was a war. Both sides lost many lives. You and I both know that.”
She sighed and pushed ravioli around her plate.
“But you’re right. Your father was backed into a corner.”
“Thanks for that.”
I nodded as I stuffed a forkful of salmon into my mouth. We ate in silence for a few minutes. Every time I looked at her, she’d have her eyes on her plate.
“Your sister isn’t married?” I knew she wasn’t and suspected what the man I’d assigned to follow her would come back with.
“No.”
“If I may ask, who is Effie’s father?”
She picked up a ravioli and turned her gaze fully to mine. “You’re welcome to ask. You’d just have to ask her.” Her mouth spread into a victorious grin.
“Touché.”
“Salvatore,” she started a moment later. “This party,” she put her fork down and wiped her mouth, shaking her head. “I don’t know if I can. He hates me, and I feel the same toward him. I don’t even know why you’re nice to me.”
I reached across the table to touch her hand. “I’m not him, Lucia.”
She looked at my hand covering hers. It was so much bigger than hers. It swallowed her up. It was almost a physical manifestation of my power over her: I could make her disappear.
“Look.” I turned her hand around and traced the lines of her palm with my thumb. “We don’t have a choice. We will go to that party. There’s no if about it, not even for me. You and me…it could be worse. He could have kept you himself or given you to my brother. You don’t want that.”
I knew she understood by the way her face changed a little, becoming more hesitant, but her expression told me she trusted me, at least more so than any member of my family. It was a start.
“I’m not saying y
ou have to be grateful for any of it, but neither of us have a choice. We just need to go, to get through it. Just do as I say, don’t make waves. We’ll eat dinner; I’ll be beside you the whole time. Keep under the radar, and don’t give him any reason to have to prove anything. He will not miss another opportunity, Lucia.”
“So do as you say. We’re back to that again.”
She rolled her eyes, but it was all an act underneath which, she was afraid. “Look at me.”
She did, reluctantly.
“I can only keep you safe from him if you do as I say.”
“I’ll try.”
“Are you finished?”
Lucia nodded. She’d eaten half her plate, which was good enough.
“Then let’s go.” I tossed some bills onto the table and stood. “I want to give you a closer look at those things you found in my bedroom.”
10
Lucia
He didn’t try to hide his amusement at my expression when he said that. And if he did it to get my mind off the discussion of the party, it worked because the entire way back, all I could think about was that.
Once inside the house, Salvatore kept his hand at my back and told Rainey and Marco to go to bed. We then went into the living room to grab a bottle of vodka before he led me upstairs to his bedroom.
“Are you still curious?” he asked once we were inside and he’d closed the bedroom door. Uncapping the vodka, he took a swallow then handed me the bottle. Watching him, I did the same, then coughed and handed it back. He chuckled and drank once more before setting the bottle on the nightstand. He dimmed the lights and stripped the bed of its comforter before turning back to me. “Are you?”
“Salvatore—”
He wrapped one arm around my waist and put his forefinger to my lips. “I want you, Lucia. My cock is aching to be inside your warm little pussy.” He kissed me, and I yielded, my body already reacting to his touch, wanting him. Remembering how he made me feel. How he made me come.
His fingers touched my shoulders, and I felt the dress dragged down over my arms and to my waist, leaving my bared breasts pressing against his chest. Salvatore stopped for a moment, pulling back, his dark eyes making my nipples tighten. With one hand, he tugged his shirt over his head. I watched, desire hot in my core as I took him in, his body big, muscular, powerful.
Large hands found my hips as he neared to kiss me again, our eyes open. He pushed the dress down and off. Salvatore stepped back, and I watched him strip off his jeans and briefs, wetting my lips at the sight of his thick cock ready for me.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, reached for the bottle, and drank again. When he held it out to me, I shook my head. He put the vodka back on the nightstand and gestured to my panties.
“Off.”
My pussy clenched. I slid my fingers into the waistband and slid them down and stepped out of them. Salvatore’s eyes went to my pussy, a hunger in his gaze he did not try to hide.
“Come here.” He pointed between his widespread legs.
I went to him, and he took my hands, holding me. “Birth control?” he asked.
I was confused for a moment. “Yes. I…I’m on the pill.” I’d had heavy periods for years and used the pill to manage the pain.
He nodded, his mouth closing around a breast, suckling first then biting the nipple. I gasped, not sure if the pain or the pleasure was the dominant sensation as he drew it out, all while watching me. He repeated the same on the other breast, leaving each one wet, cool in the air-conditioned room.
“Have you ever had cock in your mouth?” he asked, pushing me to my knees.
I shook my head. I was a virgin, he knew that. Placing my hands on his thighs, I eyed his thick cock and licked my lips, preparing.
Salvatore placed one hand at the back of my head. “Lick.”
He drew me forward, and I dragged my tongue over the wet tip, tasting the salty drops collected there. I looked up to find his eyes on me, watching me take him. He guided me down over his length, the skin of his cock soft against the hardness. It made me want, being like this, being made to kneel before him, to pleasure him.
“Good girl, now open your mouth.”
He guided his cock into my mouth all the while our gazes remained locked on each other.
“That’s good.”
He moaned and closed his eyes as he pumped his length slowly in and out of my mouth.
“That’s very good.”
He stood, kept a tight grip on my hair, and held himself inside me.
“I like looking at you like this, Lucia, on your knees, your mouth stuffed full with my cock. You don’t know how badly I want to fuck your face, come down your throat.”
As he said the last part, he pumped deeper, making me choke, holding himself there, his fingers tight in my hair when I tried to pull back.
I gasped for breath, pushing against his thighs.
He smiled then pulled out a little.
“Again,” he said.
He thrust in deep, calling forth tears from the corners of my eyes as I struggled only to have his grip tighten, hurting me. And when he repeated once more, going a little deeper, all the while smiling, watching me, I had the strange idea he liked my tears, my struggles.
“But I won’t come down your throat tonight,” he said, dragging me off him by my hair. “Hands and knees,” he said, tossing me onto the bed. “Ass to me.”
I glanced at him, wondering if I should be turned on by his rough treatment of me, knowing only that I was.
Once in the center of the bed on all fours, I looked over my shoulder, keeping my eyes on his. He looked me over and climbed on the bed behind me, his gaze on my ass, then my face. He reached for the leather cuff to my left and dragged it up onto the bed. Taking my wrist, he pulled my arm and bound it. He then moved to the other side and did the same so I lay with my face on the bed, my arms stretched out to either side, my ass in the air.
Salvatore moved behind me and knelt between my legs. He gripped my ass, spreading me wide.
“Look at me,” he said.
I turned my cheek and watched, aroused, embarrassed, wanting. Something slid down my inner thigh. I knew it was my own arousal.
“You’re dripping, Lucia.”
He leaned his head down. His tongue must have caught the drop. He slid his tongue up all along my thigh until he reached my core.
I made some sound, momentarily burying my face in the mattress as he buried his in my pussy.
“I love to look at you like this, Lucia, all spread and open for me.”
The rough scruff of his jaw scratched my tender flesh. He licked me, the tip of his tongue tickling my clit before dipping inside me. But before I could come, he straightened. I craned my neck to look at him again.
“And I love your sexy little asshole.”
I tensed when his thumb pressed against it. “I’ll fuck that hole too—”
When I protested, he grinned and pushed against the tight ring.
“When I want it, you’ll give it to me. You’ll get on your hands and knees just like you are right now, and you’ll beg me to fuck your ass.”
My mewling had his grin widening.
“But don’t worry. That’s not tonight. Tonight, I want to bury my cock inside your pussy. I’ll go slowly at first, but what I want, Lucia, is to pound into your cunt until I feel your very center. Until you beg me to stop and beg me for more all at once. Until you scream my name.”
I arched my back, biting my lip, wanting his hands on me, his mouth on me. Wanting him inside me.
“Make me come, Salvatore,” I begged, my body shuddering at my request.
“You want it hard, don’t you?”
“Mmm.”
“Your first time, though?”
He knew that, though he still asked the question while rubbing his cock along my folds. His heat, his hardness, the softness of bare flesh on bare flesh. It all made my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Yes.”
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p; “Are you scared?”
“No.”
“Maybe I like you a little scared, Lucia.”
The dark whisper made me shudder.
“Maybe I like to hold you down and fuck you hard while you scream. Maybe it turns me on.” He lined himself up between my legs. “Keep your eyes on me. I want to watch you.”
I nodded, swallowing as the head of his cock pressed against my entrance. “Maybe a little scared.” My voice came out hoarse.
“Fear makes your cunt drip.”
He pushed in then, more slowly than I expected, stretching me, the invasion feeling strange, my skin too tight, but as he moved in and out of me, I relaxed, closing my eyes, feeling. And it felt good.
“Eyes, Lucia.”
I opened them, watching him, his face, as he rocked inside me, going a little deeper, taking more of me, pressing against a barrier that had my eyes go wide. I tried to rise, but he rubbed my back.
“Shh. Keep your eyes on me. It will only hurt for a minute. Then you’ll be begging me to fuck you hard.”
I fisted my hands, trying to pull my arms into myself. Salvatore leaned over my back, stretching his arms over mine, his cock lodged inside me.
“I want to feel all of you,” he whispered, moving slowly. “I want to feel your tight cunt squeeze my cock.” He pulled out, then rolled his hips, going deeper. “I want to feel the warmth of your virgin blood.”
He thrust then, making me cry out.
“I want to hear you cry out. I like it.”
Another thrust, harder this time.
“I like feeling you come.”
He slid one hand beneath me, trailing it over my breast, belly, finding my clit. “Oh, G—”
“Hard and soft. I want to fuck you raw.”
He withdrew entirely, then pounded into me, kissing my shoulder, then biting it, his breath ragged.
“I’m going to come,” I managed, his cock inside me hitting just the right spot, his fingers rubbing my clit hard; It was all too much: too much feeling, too much sensation, too much him. Hearing his labored breathing, feeling him swell even thicker inside me, it overwhelmed me. Moments later, I came, my cry sounding foreign, Salvatore’s thrusts harder, faster. I felt raw, like he said, but all I wanted was him inside me, on top of me, having me, his fingers working, making me come.
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