by SJ Molloy
Standing in-between her legs, her dress is so short and has ridden up so much I can see her lace knickers. Jesus fuck. My cock is hard as steel, especially since she looks goddamn amazing and her breasts look sensational. If I am hard, then the rest of this club is as well, and that fucking angers me.
“Jesus, fuck, you need covering up.” I take my suit jacket off and put it on her backwards. Good. Her sexy tits are no longer on show.
“You can’t be serious, Lucca.”
“You are lucky I do not take my trousers off and make you wear them too. That dress is too fucking short for all those vultures to perv over those legs. You have got every fucking cock in this club hard for you … fuck … Jesus, Lexi.”
I pick her up, order the girls to grab their stuff, fish a hefty amount of cash from my pocket, and throw it on the bar, giving David a final and serious warning on the way out. I have no interest thrashing things out with him. He crossed the line and I will not forget this.
Striding at rapid pace, I keep Lexi in my arms, ignoring the stares we receive, until I get her in the car. My muscles ache. In fact, I am in agony. My ribs must be bruised, and my jaw numb. My lower back spasms with spearing pain with every step I take, but there is no way I am letting her walk on those feet. I will get over the pain. Lexi is my concern.
Back in the house, Cameron seems to have the same opinion as I do that Lexi should not be wearing an outfit like that in a club. She has not spoken to me since we left the restroom in the club. She is mad at me still, but there is no point talking it out tonight. She has had too much to drink.
I search for Lexi’s pills and painkillers and pour her a glass of water. I need to feed her. She has missed dinner, been sick all night, and should not be taking tablets on an empty stomach. I plan to make omelettes for everyone. Anna mentions something about Lexi getting offered a modelling contract with Giovanni Costanzo no less, not that I am surprised.
When I turn around she has gone upstairs. I give Anna a good talking to about her immature irresponsibility tonight and explain to Cameron what happened. Leaving them to sort out their own food, I go and check on Lexi.
She is curled on the floor of the suite bathroom, out cold. She must be exhausted. I try speaking to her, but she groans and will not wake up any time soon. I was hoping to get some water into her. Carefully, I pick her up, take her to the bed, strip her of that sexy dress that looks more like blingy lingerie, and place her in bed. Her body is limp as her head rolls against my chest.
Moving her hair from her face, I sigh, watching her sleeping for a long time. I listen to every single breath she takes. Finding the antiseptic supplies in the bathroom, I clean up her feet again, properly this time, and put cream on her bruises but forgo putting her sling on because she looks comfortable. Then I wet a face cloth and gently wash her face. She moans softly, stirs a few times, but does not wake up.
In the bathroom I stare at my cuts and bruises and clean them up. Wincing, I let out a low grumble when I try to twist or turn, so I throw two painkillers and an anti-inflammatory pill down my throat, hoping it will take the edge off.
Marco had called and texted to ask how things went. I call him back and give the heads-up on what happened with David. He might come after me or threaten Osurac, or worse … Lexi.
I will need to get someone to watch him closely. I ask Marco to get a hold of the private investigator my Uncle Genaro used to use to keep tabs on him and tell him to get Suzanne to contact her sister, Casey, to ask about a recommended therapist for Fran.
Back in bed, I slide in beside Lexi and pick up her dainty wrist, kissing it over and over. I rest it on my chest, near my heart, then wrap my arm around her until exhaustion takes hold of me.
In the morning when Lexi comes to, she gasps and reaches to touch my swollen lip and eye with a look of disgust in her eyes. I tell her I want to take her to the clinic to get the wounds on her feet checked. After stressing my concerns about David in the shower, we clear the air about what happened with Fran.
Closing my eyes, I allow the water to rush over me. Lexi’s lips and gentle fingers kiss and touch the bruises all over my face and torso. The second her lips kiss the bruise on my lower abs, just above my deep V, my cock hardens and twitches. I could fuck her here in the shower, but I do not want her standing too long on her feet.
“If your hangover is not too bad, I would love to take you back to bed,” I croon in a raspy tone against her ear pressing my hard-on against her hip.
“I’m all yours.” She smiles reaching for my cock. Fuck! We are interrupted with Cameron at the suite door. Bad fucking timing, mate.
Lexi and Cameron obviously need to talk in private; he has her journal in his hand and his face is downcast, eyes dark. I throw some clothes on in the bathroom and go make breakfast. I check in with Suzanne and Casey, making the final arrangements for Fran’s therapy, and then call Donita to say Lexi and I are going to visit today. Lexi wants to and I admire her for caring about Fran.
Interrupting Lexi and Cameron’s intimate moment, I tell them breakfast is ready. They must have had a lot to talk about. Both of them look like they have been crying. They obviously needed this. I am so relieved Cameron is here supporting Lexi and she is gradually learning to open up. The journal has been great therapy for her already, and she has not even shared anything in it with me yet. She will when she is ready.
Plating the fried breakfast, hoping the greasy food will remedy everyone’s hangovers, I quiz Lexi about Giovanni Costanzo. She clams up, becomes edgy, and I am not sure if it because she thinks I will be angry about it. Trying to relax her, I advise her if it is not suggestive, nude, explicit, or seedy, then I think it is a good idea. It might increase her self-respect and boost her confidence.
She refuses, so I do not press it because I think she is hiding something. Cameron scratches his jaw, watching us with rapt attention.
Lexi goes back to bed, and the others go out. I catch up on a mountain of work and then thankfully we have the house to ourselves. I crawl into bed and seduce my girl. Waiting on the bath to fill, I tenderly kiss every inch of her skin, bruised or not. I lavish her body with licks of my tongue and sensual open-mouthed kisses.
In the bath, Lexi rides me hard, fast, and furiously good. God, I have missed being inside her and sharing this connection. She oozes confidence today and wants to be in control. I give it to her. I hand her over the reins because it does crazy things to me. Seeing her so turned on and riding me like she cannot get enough blows my mind. It only increases my arousal for her.
I am turning my sweet little angel into a sexual master of erotic pleasure.
Too fucking perfetto.
My name is a cry on her lips as her core convulsing around me, body trembling, breasts swaying, fingers gripping, head dropping. It urges me to cum hard, deep, and explosive, my release erupting inside her.
When she collapses on my chest, images of not having this connection, of not being inside her, or losing her, flash through my post-orgasmic thoughts. I am not sure if it is the fear from last night that David would try and own her or make a pass at her, but I feel exceptionally possessive of her, now more than ever.
I know I want to make her mine and will be keeping her in my life forever, and there is no better way than to make her my wife. Everything I feel for her, every experience I share with her, just makes me fall deeper in love with her. Nothing makes more sense to me tight now. If she were my wife, it would make me complete.
Gaining equilibrium after my sensational rush of pleasure, I stroke her back and kiss her head.
“That was amazing. I am the luckiest man on Earth. Lexi, I love you. I cannot wait to call you Mrs. Caruso someday,” I say with rapt intent.
“Hmmm … WHAT!” she yells, a complete contrast to the sweet humming sound she was making against my neck. I love fiery Lexi Robertson. I will love fiery Mrs. Caruso as well.
“Si, you are going to be my wife,” I add seriously, feeling blissfully elated with her bod
y connected to my own.
“You’re a big fan of yourself, Romeo. Have you got a crystal ball?” She giggles and it is the sweetest sound.
I lift her head and smile coyly. She should know by now how persistent I can be, and I need a new challenge. Getting her on a date was my first hurdle. Conquered. I need a new challenge because I love to plan ahead, and Lexi is very much in my life forever, whether she admits it or not. She is my new life.
“It is inevitable. You are mine forever, so it’s definitely going to happen.” I smile playfully and shrug. She is going to get tired of me asking because I will not give up until she says yes. She puts up a case like she always does. I humour her. Her granny and dog are not going to come between me and marrying my girl. The sooner Lexi realises that the better.
“Doc, if I could, I would have you signing marriage papers this afternoon, declaring you as mine, but I want to do things right and give you the best. I mean it, Lexi. You are going to be my wife.”
We have a long chat in the bath, get dried, dressed, and tidied up. Before she calls her grandparents, we talk about how long we will stay here. I have not exactly thought about it, but I am in no way ready for us to go home. After everything that has happened, we need this time together. I make a mental note to contact Mark and arrange coverage for Lexi in the physiotherapy clinic while she is off.
That is going to be an awkward conversation. A few weeks ago I called him to beg for an appointment with Lexi because I was so desperate. Now I need to tell him Lexi is my girl, we are living together, she has been in an accident, and is not coming back to work yet. Recalling it in my mind, it sounds pretty surreal.
This is as real as it gets. Lexi in my life, and I will not have it any other way. She is my life, my new life … and hopefully soon my new wife.
Standing at the doorway, I smile, watching her laugh and smile on the phone to her grandfather, Alexander. Her whole face lights up and sparkles brighter than any of the diamonds I have for her.
It is endearing to know that she has a good relationship with him. At least she has a good, caring fatherly figure and role model in her life that is not the crazed psychopath that fathered her.
Part one: Lussuria ~ Lucca’s Words
“Lussuria ~ Chapter Twenty Six: I’ve Got You”
Chapter 20
I Have Her
Once Lexi’s feet are checked at the clinic, we visit Fran. She looks better than she did yesterday. For the best part of the visit, I think Lexi feels uncomfortable, but she does a good job of hiding it.
I think she is trying to be brave, and like Cameron said, she has an inner strength and a strong will rooted deep inside that little delicate body of hers that blows my mind. For someone so fragile, she has mighty strength and determination.
She does well facing her nervousness today, even offering to leave us alone, but I want her to stay. I think Fran is pleased that Lexi came. In a way, it is as if the two of them seem to understand one another. A definite display of women’s intuition, they seem to be so tuned in to the emotional senses of each other, it makes them both empathetic and forgiving. It is almost spooky.
Fran is lifeless, which is to be expected, and still seems lost in her eyes, but Lexi shows her kind and gentle support, proving she is a great carer and extremely sensitive and compassionate to others. It is one of the many things I love about her.
It is not until I return with fresh water, I am stunned beyond belief. Lexi holds Fran in a warm embrace. I place my hand on Lexi’s waist to alert her I have returned. I brush my thumb over her lower back.
Lexi and I both decide to leave when the nurse enters, and Fran appears to wilt under tiredness. Remaining quiet on the way back to the car, I keep a tight hold of Lexi, pulling her into my side.
I think about how I want to look after her and how much she needs my love. Then I see her strong, sensitive, and resolute side, reminding me that Lexi has done a pretty good job of looking after herself so far and others for that matter. She is inspirational.
Leaning against the car, I pull her tight against my chiselled body, protectively wrapping my arms around her. I am so overwhelmed with new appreciation for her, it spins my mind and world in the best way possible.
She has been through so much in her life, things I will never fully understand or could possibly imagine, and yet she showed Fran nothing but the sincerest respect and sympathy. I think about her wrist, her feet, and bruises. Not once has she complained or grumbled.
Altruista. Selfless.
Gratuito. Gratuitous.
Modesto. Unassuming.
It is what makes her pure, humble, and exquisitely special. Different from every other. This is another beautiful quality that would make her a loving mamma. She always puts others before herself. Angel.
“Are you okay? You know, with seeing Fran and everything that’s happened? Will you talk to me? Please, Lucca.” Her soft words are a rush of hot breath on my lips.
“I am okay. I promise. I will be fine. I am just amazed at how well you handled it. It was so surreal watching both of you embrace like that. I thought I would be crushed, but all I could do was admire how strong you were. I feel more love and want you more if that is even possible.”
Embarrassed, she says she thought I would turn to booze to deal with this. Through everything that has happened, she is worried about me. But more than that, it also reminds me of the fucking prick I was treating her like that, and she is scared I will become that prick again. I do not ever want to put her through that again, and I cannot have her being afraid of me and my drunken actions.
“Baby, no, I learned my lesson. I cannot—will not lose you, and I do not want to hurt you again. Do you believe me?” I know I do not deserve her to believe me, but I very much need her to. She has too many fears without being scared of me as well. That would destroy me to think she could not trust me.
“Yes, Lucca. I love you.” God, I love this woman with all my heart. Showing her my appreciation, I shower her in indecent kisses.
“So you promise me you won’t suffer on your own or keep things bottled up, and I promise I’ll confide in you and let you into my past and my head when I’m ready. I want you to read some of my journal when you’re not worrying so much about Fran. I mean, when your mind’s clear and you want to read it. Do you promise?” She wraps her arms around my neck, her fingers griping my nape.
I promise her.
I am still not convinced that I want to read what she has to say now that I know it is far worse than I realised, but I will if she wants me to understand. Plus, it was my idea in the first place. If it helps her and makes her feel better, then I will … but I know I will not like it.
In fact, I have been thinking of what sort of details she is willing to share, which fucks with my mind. An educated guess tells me it will be too hard for me to stomach, but I am not going back on my word. I made her a promise, one which I am keeping. Promises are important to her for some reason.
“I promise, dolcezza. God, I love you. You are going to make me the luckiest husband ever,” I declare, cupping her ass and claiming her mouth.
“Hold up, lover boy. Stop with the marriage chat. Let’s just go on more dates and live together first. That’s a good start.” She giggles with a sassy attitude. I love sassy Lexi.
“We will be married, I promise you that. Come on, we are going to visit my parents and then we will get organised to go out for dinner tonight with the others.” I strap her in the car before she gives me another storming hard-on. It proves very difficult on long car journeys.
As suspected, I cop a whole lot of shit from Mamma about my war wounds. It is not big deal. I wish she would stop with the smothering. Papa, on the other hand, seems impressed. I was protecting my girl; he expects nothing less from his sons.
I manage to rescue Lexi in enough time before Mamma positively bores her to death with all those old photo albums. It prompts me to capture more secret pictures of her when she is not looking.
In the car she twirls the little diamond angel in her hand that Mamma gave her. I know she is thinking about it. She chews the inside of her cheek, and her nose wrinkles. Now and then the tell-tale fingers flick nervously in front of her mouth. I have her. I have her now and intend to forever in the future. I just hope maybe she will change her mind. Life is far too short. I have matured to realise this through the years.
Mamma promised to have this little angel added onto Gabriel’s crib as it was on mine when I was a child. My family loves nostalgia and traditions. I told her to hang on to it because I thought it would be too little to put on his grave and would fly away in the wind. So she agreed she would keep it safe, in case I ever needed it. At the time, I was too blinded by grief and never thought I would be in any position to move on, never mind consider other children.
Now with Lexi everything is brighter and seems so much clearer. Fate has given me hope that Lexi and I can have a good, honest, and loving life together. Hopefully children will be part of that. And maybe our time will come. God knows we both deserve it. It must be our turn. To be in the light together.
The evening is spent having a lovely meal in Da Claudio’s, a boutique restaurant in the nearby town. I asked Marco to join us because I feel like I have not caught up with him much since Sunday night, and I want to fill him in about Fran.
I like that he and Lexi are bonding. Adoringly, she thanks him for everything he has done and helped her with. He smiles, completely entranced by her innocence and warm heart. I know he would do anything for her because he knows I have fallen deeply in love with her.
The next day we laze around the farmhouse. Then we take in the end of jazz festival later in the evening. Anna and Cameron appear to be getting closer and closer. I know Lexi is still pissed about it, but I cannot help but notice how Cameron fondly stares at her, stealing subtle touches here and there. I see it in his eyes. He has it bad for my sister, and Lexi is in denial.