Tears crested my eyes again as I captured his lips. He wrapped his arms around me, walking me forward until my breasts fell against the windows. He took my hands, threading our fingers together before he pressed them against the windowpanes. Sprawled out for the whole of New York City to enjoy, even though we both knew the windows were completely tinted from the outside. I moaned as his tongue slid up my arm. I sighed as he nibbled against my neck. He sucked on my earlobe, causing me to grind back into him as I felt his cock jumping. Growing. Thickening with want for me.
“Oh, Luca,” I whispered.
“I think I want dessert before dinner,” he murmured.
His hands gripped my nightgown, gathering it up my legs. I felt him kneel down, kissing the backs of my thighs and the crooks of my knees. I shivered for him as he slid my panties down. He bit softly into the globes of my ass, causing me to giggle and jump. His hands pinned me to the window, forcing me to look out along the city’s beauty as he kissed every inch of me he could find.
Then, his hands spread my legs. Forcing my pussy to blossom for him like a dew-soaked rose.
“Oh, yes,” he growled.
His tongue slipped out, filling my entrance as I stood on my tiptoes. As my forehead fell against the window in front of me, his mouth went to work. I gasped for air as his tongue filled my entrance. I groaned as he slipped it out, sliding it all the way to my clit. He flicked it quickly. Sucked on my pussy lips. Forcing me to jump and buck back and groan as he slowly worked me to that effervescent height.
“Yes, Luca. Oh. Oh. Luca, please. Please. Oh, sh--no, no, no, no. Come back. Luca!”
In a flash, he was off his knees. I heard his pajama pants hit the floor before he slid my nightgown over my ass cheeks. He gripped my hips, tilting them backward as my fingers splayed out over the glass.
Then, I felt his cock inch toward my soaking wet entrance.
“Yes!” I exclaimed.
“Holy fuck, Alianna. So good for me.”
He filled me with his inches as my walls fluttered around him. He gripped my hair, holding me where he wanted me as he bottomed out against my ass cheeks. He pulled back, thrusting forward as my body jumped for him. Jiggling for his viewing pleasure. I gasped his name. I bucked ravenously back into him. And as he kept a furious pace, I felt the straps of my nightgown falling from my shoulders.
“Off. Now,” he commanded.
He released my hair and helped my arms out from underneath the straps. He wrapped his arm around my waist, straightening me up before my cheek pressed against the glass. He kissed my ear. He nibbled against my shoulder. He cupped my breasts with his hands, fucking me relentlessly as I chanted his name like a virtuoustic prayer. He tugged my puckered peaks softly. He sent electricity surging throughout my body. He pinned me to that window, pounding into me from behind as he claimed every part of me he wanted.
And I let him take all of me he wished.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned.
“You’re going to come for me, do you understand?” Luca growled.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. I want to come for you.”
“Good girl.”
“Will you come for me, too?” I said, gasping.
His hands fell onto either side of my head as his pounding stopped. My pussy ached. My body pulsed with need for release. I whimpered as he pressed his lips against the shell of my ear, causing a forest fire to ignite in my gut.
“Yes,” he murmured.
Then, he pulled back.
He slammed back in, causing my head to fall back. He did it again, thrusting as the sounds of wet skin slapping wet skin filled the apartment. He wrapped his arms around my stomach. He pulled me as close as he could get me. I felt his hand traveling lower. Lower. Even lower, still. Until his fingers breached my soaked folds and his fingertips found my clit.
And the second he pressed into it, my body released.
“Luca!” I cried out.
“That’s it, angel. Just like that,” he growled.
He bit down into my naked shoulder, my body trembling for him as he rolled deeply into my body. His growls became grunts. His hips began stuttering. I fell weak against him, feeling him hold me up before he pressed me back against the window. He buried himself deeply within me as his cock pulsed. I felt him growing against my walls as my body milked him for all he had. I couldn’t speak. I couldn't breathe. The only thing I could do was rest there as he held me up, ready to do whatever he wished for me.
“That’s it,” he grunted.
Then, he spiraled.
Thread after thread of hot arousal filled me with every pump he gave. My body wound down just as his wound up, and it felt marvelous, being marked by him. I reached back, sliding my fingers through his hair. I drew his face into the crook of my neck, feeling him kiss my skin as he emptied himself inside me. There was nothing better. There was nothing in this world more amazing than feeling Luca succumb to me.
And when his body was spent, he slid to his knees. Taking me along for the ride as I sat there in his lap, gazing out over the setting sun of New York City.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured.
I smiled crookedly as his cock slipped from between my legs.
“I don’t think perfect describes you, really,” I said.
“Oh?” he asked.
He kissed the teeth marks he left behind on my shoulder, causing me to shiver.
“Mhm. In some respects, I wonder if you’re still a dream,” I said.
“Well, you’ve got some seriously sex dreams, then,” he said, chuckling.
I swatted at his bare thigh playfully as he wrapped his arms tighter around me.
“I don’t want to move,” he murmured.
“Then, don’t,” I said softly.
“Our food will eventually arrive.”
“Well, it’s not here now, is it?” I asked.
So, he sat down onto the floor and spread his legs. I wiggled in between them, feeling him hold me as our intermingled juices trickled onto my silken nightgown. We watched the sunset, wrapped up in one another as we waited for our dinner.
Our bodies still trembling from the ecstasy we had shared.
18
Alianna
I woke up in Luca’s arms again that morning, and I made up my mind. Today, I’d speak with my father about us being together. Even if we didn’t work out--and even if things took a bad turn--I didn’t want to hide this from him. My father had to give me autonomy over my life at some point in time, and if he wouldn't let me have my own space, he’d at least let me have my own man. I knew it would make my mother happy, too. Me finally settling on someone to date.
Then again, there was no ‘settling’ for Luca.
Because he was everything I could have ever wanted.
“I’ll be back soon. I promise,” I whispered.
I kissed the tip of his nose while he slept peacefully and soundly in the bed next to me. I almost didn’t want to leave him. But, I didn’t want him there for this conversation. I knew my father. I knew how impulsive he could be. And just as Luca wanted to protect me, I wanted to protect him, too. So, this was my way of protecting him.
Having this conversation with my father without him.
I forced myself to leave his side and slipped out of bed. I got myself a shower, made sure I looked decent, and splashed on a bit of makeup I always kept in my purse. I made sure all the marks Luca left behind on my body were fully covered, with no chance of slipping out at all.
And after I was done, I took one last look at the beautiful man lying in bed.
His chest rose and fell effortlessly with his breathing. His arm was sprawled out, offering his comfort and strength to me even while he slept. I almost got back into bed with him. But, this was more important.
Because we wouldn't have many opportunities like this if we had to keep sneaking around.
I slid my purse over my shoulder and locked the door handle of the front door. I slipped out, ordering an Uber from my phone as I to
ok the elevator downstairs. I walked outside, looking around for my ride as the late morning sun graced my skin. And while I knew the restaurant was closed to the public for now, my father would still be operating out of it. Demanding food and requiring a private catering staff until it could be cleaned up properly.
“Well, hello there.”
I smiled at Giana’s voice as my Uber pulled up to the curb. She walked over and gave me a tired hug, but she had a knowing look in her eye. I blushed underneath her gaze and she squealed while clapping her hands.
Then, her face quickly fell.
“Don’t you dare tell me--.”
“We slept in the guest bedroom. Luca’s actually still asleep, so keep that in mind,” I said.
“Uh huh. And do I need to wash the bed sheets?”
“Nope. Though, I did have to wash your windows last night. Either way, they’re clean as a whistle.”
“You’re so gross,” she said, smiling.
I shrugged. “Hey, you asked.”
She wrapped me up in a hug, almost like she was congratulating me. She rubbed my back and I sighed, then silently relinquished her to the condo. I climbed into the back of the Uber and rattled off the address to the restaurant. And even though the man gave me a hesitant look in the rearview mirror, he still drove off.
Taking me to the restaurant that was officially closed to the public.
The entire way, I rehearsed what I was going to say to my father. How I was going to convince him that this was something I wanted in my life. And that he didn’t have to go berserk on any of us. I slid out of my ride and tipped the driver well, since it was obvious he was petrified to even be around this place.
Then, I drew in a deep breath and started inside.
My father looked up at me from the table in the corner, then furrowed his brow. I saw him searching for Luca, and the anger already percolated through his face. If my father didn’t cut out that angry streak of his, he’d die of a heart attack before he was sixty years old. I saw my mother sitting next to him, too, whispering something to him and rubbing his back.
Trying to calm him down as I approached.
It didn’t shock me that my mother was there. After all, he’d tasked Luca with watching me, so it only stood to reason that he’d be looking out for Mom. I sat down across the table from my father, his nostrils flaring as his eyes hooked with mine.
A glass of water and a glass of wine were promptly sat down in front of me before I spoke.
“I want to talk to you about something, but I need you to listen. Can you do that for me?” I asked.
“Where the fuck is your bodyguard?” he glowered.
“I asked you a question, Father.”
His eye twitched. “What did you call me?”
But, I simply sat there. I reached for my water and sipped on it, waiting for his answer. If this was how my father wanted to play this conversation, then I’d play it this way.
It would make things immensely difficult, though.
“I told you this was coming. Just answer our daughter,” my mother whispered.
My father held up his hand to her, silencing her with a flick of his fingers.
“I can give you the benefit of the doubt, but that’s it,” he said.
“You either listen, or I leave. There’s no other choice,” I said.
“Are you going to tell me where Luca is?”
“After I’m done talking, yes.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Okay. I’ll bite.”
“I’ve done a lot of thinking about my life and what all I’ve done with it over the past few years. School. My music degree. Your unwillingness to let me live my life,” I said.
“You know it’s for--.”
I held up my hand to him, just like he did Mom, and dismissed him with a flick of my wrist.
“Are you not a man of your word?” I asked.
Everyone around me was stunned, including my mother. But, I could have sworn I saw a glimmer of respect in my father’s eye.
“Continue,” he said.
“The conversation about having my own place didn’t go well. And I admit, I wasn’t in a position to negotiate. Not after deviating from a plan I’d already laid out with Luca. However, the time has come for me to take control of my life. And the first thing I want to tell you is that I want no part of this family business,” I said.
“What?” my mother asked.
“You mean the restaurant,” my father said.
“All of it,” I said plainly.
“Sweetheart, you can’t be--.”
My father did it again to my mother, too. Held up his hand, flicked his wrist, and silenced her words.
“I take it this is where you’re going to convince me you want a higher education in music? Or to have your own studio that isn’t on the estate grounds?” he asked.
“Actually, I understand part of this is going to take some negotiation. And I think I know why you’re worried about my music degree,” I said.
“Oh?” he asked.
“Mhm. I don’t think you believe I can support myself on something like that. Even with building an active social media presence and emerging as an influencer in the musical community, I think you’re worried I’ll fail. That I won’t make it. Or, that it’ll take me time to make it, and you’ll be stuck footing the bill for my lifestyle without any control over how I run my life. To you, a man who is very money-minded, it’s a bad investment,” I said.
“Honey, you’re not a commodity. You’re a person. I’m sure that’s not it,” Mom said.
But, I simply looked to my father for protest.
And none came.
“I want to propose a compromise, then,” I said.
“What kind of compromise?” my father asked.
“One that gives me my music, gives me a degree you can be confident I can use, and gets me away from all this sticky family business I don’t want to be part of,” I said.
My father leaned back in his chair. “All right. Lay it out for me.”
“I go to law school. I’ve always had a passion for it, and you know I argue well. It would only be three more years of schooling. Two, if I took summer courses. There’s a wonderful law school right here in the city, meaning I wouldn't go away for school. Then, I could get my own place, do my music on the weekends when school isn’t taking up my life, and acquire my law degree. Since I wanted to do master’s program anyway, then if my music doesn’t take off I’ll have a law degree under my belt to fall back on. Something I’m still passionate about,” I said.
“I didn’t know you wanted to do law,” Dad said.
“That happens when you’re always shutting me up,” I said.
“How about this. Say I go along with this plan. I’m assuming you’ll expect me to pay for school. Which means you’ll need a compromise alone for that,” he said.
“Which is fine. I’ll work in the restaurant part-time over the summers and the rest of my breaks.”
“Full time.”
“Part time, and I’ll stay with you and Mom on the weekends at the estate.”
“Take it,” Mom whispered.
“You know, you’ve really been on this independence train lately. I’m curious to know what sparked it.”
And as I drew in a deep breath, I launched into the topic I knew would piss this man off.
“Luca happened,” I said.
The shadow of a grin building on my father’s face fell into silent fury. His eyes ignited. He slowly stood from his chair. His hands pressed into the table as my mother rubbed his back, trying desperately to calm him down.
“What does that mean?” my father asked hotly.
“Sit down, and I’ll tell you,” I said.
“I’ll hover over you if I want to. Has that man touched you? Has he defiled you!?”
“Do you really want the answer to that question?”
“Alianna!” my mother exclaimed.
“That’s it. That boy is finished! You’re f
inished! You think you can come in here, telling me you broke the only rule I laid out for you and expect to get the life you want! Russo’s are people of their words, Alianna! And you’ve never been that way!” he roared.
I shot out of my chair. “Sit down!”
“I will do no such thing. You’re out of line. No deal. No, nothing. You’ll live with us. You’ll work this restaurant. And that boy is mine the second he steps into this restaurant.”
“You can’t control me anymore, Dad. And I know that scares you.”
“I’m not scared. I’m angry!” he roared.
“Then shut up and listen to what I have to say!” I cried out.
I panted, watching my father’s nostrils flare with fury. If he had been a dragon, this entire city block would have burned to the ground with his anger. And as my mother clung to him, trying to tug him back down into his seat, I stared my father down.
Until both of us chose to sit.
“Okay, sweetheart. Maybe I should take this conversation, yes?” Mom asked.
“Mom, I know you’ll be happy about this. Luca is incredible. He’s everything I could have ever wanted in a man. He makes me feel alive. Beautiful. Protected, and secure. I want to be with him. And I will be with him. With or without your blessing,” I said.
Mom smiled. “Well, I have to admit, I’ve been waiting for this day. Have the two of you been dating?”
“I’m gonna kill that boy,” my father murmured.
“And if you try, I’ll throw myself in front of that bullet,” I said.
His eyes whipped over to mine as my mother gasped.
“You love him,” Mom said.
I slowly panned my gaze back over to hers. “I do care about him. More than maybe I even realize.”
“Oh, my little girl’s in love,” she said breathlessly.
“I know you think I’ve disrespected this family. I know you both have expectations for my life. But, what you have to understand is that it wasn’t until I stepped outside of your rules and outside of your boundaries that I found one of the things you guys were trying to help me find. Sending me out on all those blind dates? Scaring off those guys? That’s because you guys have different standards for what I want in a man. But, I’ve found my man. In Luca. And it took disrespect to do that. So, what does that say for the rest of my life? What does that say for my purpose? My point of existence? You can’t honestly think that my life is supposed to be served in this restaurant and living on the estate until I’m old and gray. Right?” I asked.
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