Chapter 3

Chapter Three

Luka

“ Y es.” Her guttural moan goes all through me as her pussy tightens around me. My legs threaten to give out, but they don’t. Her lips trail over my collarbone. I shudder at the thought of filling her, making her the mother of my children and my wife, no matter what. I wasn’t expecting her to be a virgin, but fuck, I feel like a king. I pull out of her and look down between us. I’ve seen a lot of blood in my day, and I do mean a lot, but there is something about hers. With her blood smeared on my cock, marking me as hers, something primal in me activates.

“Come for me,” I demand. She needs to come first so that I can fill her. Her little pussy squeezes my cock as she screams my name. I hear the door slam open behind me but thankfully, my body is covering hers. I can’t stop fucking her, and she can’t stop moaning. “Get out,” I yell over my shoulder, seeing a man standing there.

“Are you okay, Keira?” the man asks. He’s trying to look at Keira, and it’s pissing me the fuck off. He wants her, but he can’t have her.

“Answer him, Keira,” I growl, still fucking her. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me.

“I’m fine, Bob. Go,” she says, and he shuts the door behind him.

“Who the fuck was that?” I growl.

“Stage manager,” she moans.

“He wants you, but he can’t have you, can he?”

“No.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I’m yours.”

“Damn right. No other man will ever feel what I’m lucky enough to be feeling right now or see the look on your face when you come on my cock. Mine. You are mine,” I shout as we come together. My balls tighten and fill her slit with so much come it comes out around us. When I set her back down on the floor, I shove two fingers into her to hold my seed inside of her.

“What do we do now?” she asks.

“You’re coming home with me,” I reply, knowing it’ll cause problems.

“I have to go back on stage for the curtain call.”

“Of course. I have to make sure my father picks my mother up.”

“You brought your mother to see the play?”

“Yes.”

“That’s adorable,”

“You could say that.”

“I have to get dressed.”

After reluctantly getting dressed, I help her into the first costume she had on. Her hair is beyond repair. I don’t even remember touching it. Once she’s done at the theater and Mom is on her way with Dad, I take her bag from her hand and lead her out to my car. I don’t give her a chance to change her mind.

At the compound, I enter my code and my thumbprint. It's crazy that we now need both, but our enemies were cutting fingers off just to ambush us. This is just an added layer of security. Our family is our top priority. We believe in safety in numbers, nor do we don’t keep secrets from each other. That’s the shit that gets you killed.

My house is in the back of the compound against the high wall. I like it that way. I don’t have a backyard per se. Just a patch of grass for my cane Corso mastiff, Luigi, to do his business. It feels safer to me. I drive around and park in the circular drive. She opens the car door and steps out, smiling.

“What?”

“This already feels like home. My house that I lived in for twenty-three years with my parents didn’t feel like that. I mean, my mom tried, but…”

“You won’t find that here. We are all up in each other's business, lovingly.”

“I like that.”

“Let’s get you inside.”

“Anya!” I shout as soon as I open the front door. My live-in housekeeper has been a lifesaver. She’s my cousin, Nic’s friend of a friend or something. They weren’t close, but she needed a job, and I needed help. It worked out.

“Luka! You’re back!” She shouts, running into the room. The smile on her face drops when she sees Keira. “Who’s this?” she asks, quickly schooling her face. It’s the first and last time I’ve brought a woman home, so I understand why she’s confused. I don’t do this.

“This is Keira, my fiancée,” I reply. I’m not asking, so no isn’t an option anyway.

“Fiancée? Okay…”

“Show her to the master bedroom. I need to talk to Albie. I’ll be in a few minutes, baby.” I lean down and kiss Keira. Albie was in Lombard, Illinois, just outside Chicago, with Autumn doing a special cleanup for the DeSantis. Those girls don’t play.

“Okay. Hurry back,” she says, kissing me again before following Anya down the hallway.

After talking to Albie, I head into the bedroom and find Keira sitting on the edge of the bed. She looks different. Sad, maybe…

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she says, standing.

“Are you sure?” I ask, moving toward her. I can’t believe how much I want her again. How much I’m already head over heels in love with her. I don’t care how insane it is. I want her to know. I’m just about to tell her when she shakes her head.

“Yes. I’m fine.” She says fine in the way women do when they are absolutely not fine.

“Why are you lying to me?” I demand.

“Because I want to go home and I’m afraid you won’t let me go.”

“You are home.”

“No. Home. Brooklyn. I want to go home. This isn’t what I want.” I watch as a tear escapes and trails down her cheek.

“What happened to make you change your mind like this?” Second thoughts? Remorse? Someone else? All these thoughts are running through my head when she surprises the fuck out of me.

“You don’t even want me.”

“Excuse me? That’s fucking news to me.”

“I know I’m just one in a long line of girls you’ve had in here, Luka. I can’t believe you bring women here, fuck them, and toss them away like trash. Literally. You kill them and discard them like a fucking serial killer. What is wrong with you?” It’s so ridiculous that I can’t help the laughter that escapes me. “Why is that funny?”

“Because, baby. I would never hurt a woman. Ever. It’s a Vitali rule. If a woman needs to be dealt with one of the ladies handles it. We’re hands off. I’d never, have never. You are the first and last woman I’ve had in this house. Who filled your head with this shit?” I ask, but I already know the answer.

“Anya.”

“Anya. I have no idea why she’d do something like that.”

“I do. She said you get tired of me, kill me, and be back in her bed before the week was over.” How long was I on the phone?

“I’ve never been in her bed, never so much as shaken her hand.”

“What a psycho.”

I pull my phone from my pocket. “Albie. Revoke Anya’s compound privileges immediately. Thank you.” I go to the bedroom door and open it. “Anya!” She immediately pops up from around the corner .

“Luka?”

I step out into the hallway. I don’t want her in my room. Keira comes with me.

“You’re fired.”

“Excuse me? You can’t fire me. I work for the family.”

“No, you don’t. You’re fired. You have one hour to gather your belongings.”

“Where am I supposed to go, Luky?”

“That’s not my problem. You will be paid through the end of the month.” The look of anger on her face shouldn’t surprise me, but it does.

“This is all your fault, you ugly bitch,” Anya shouts, lunging past me. I move to stop her, but there’s really no need. Keira stops her dead in her tracks with a punch. I hear the crunch as her nose breaks. I see blood pouring down her face. It looks even brighter on her white shirt. “You broke my fucking nose.”

“You’re lucky that’s all I did. Luka didn’t introduce me properly. I’m Keira Kelly.”

“K-kelly?”

“Yeah. Who’s the bitch now?”

“Well, still you.”

“Get out. We’ll mail you your things.”

“I don’t have anywhere to go.”

“Shoulda thought about that. Out,” Keira says.

Anya scrambles away, leaving the two of us alone in the hallway. She turns to face me with an evil little glint in her eye.

“I’m sorry about that. We just met, but I knew better. I shouldn’t have listened to her.” She whips her t-shirt over her head. She’s braless. I slowly unbutton my dress shirt. I lost the suit jacket in the living room. We both left our shoes at the front door.

“You’re right. We did just meet.” My shirt is tossed away.

“But…” She shimmies her tight black yoga pants down her legs and steps out of them. Fuck, she looks glorious naked .

“Yeah, I can’t explain it either.” She steps closer to me. I open my slacks and let them fall to the floor before kicking them away.

“I don’t wanna explain it.” My boxers are gone next. She palms her perfect tits, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. She moans a little, which has me using my precum as lube while I jerk my cock, staring at her, the fucking goddess that she is.

“I never believed my parents when they said that love couldn’t be explained.”

“Love? Who said anything about love?” she asks as she trails just one hand down her soft belly to her bare pussy. She parts her lips and plays there. I groan.

“I did. I'm pretty sure I’m in love with you, Keira Kelly.”

“Good. I love you too.” Groaning, I kiss her again until I can’t take it anymore.

“Are you sore?” I rasp the second I let us up for air; my cock aches to be inside of her again.

“No,” she moans as I grip her hips, lifting her so that I can drag her pussy over my cock.

“Grip my cock, baby,” I demand, my voice guttural. She reaches between us and fists my cock. I move her body until she gets her tight hole lined up with the thick head of my cock. I push her back against the wall and use it for leverage as I push into her. She slowly guides herself down my length until I am balls deep inside of her. “Good girl. Ride me.” She begins to gyrate her hips and arches her back. She moves up and down, forward and backward. My hands are all over her. Her eyes never leave mine until her pussy tightens. I use my fingers to rub her clit.

“Luka!” she shouts as her pussy gushes on me.

“Fuck, baby. You take my cock so fucking well. I want to watch you swell with my child in your belly,” I growl as I once again fill her with my seed.

“Oh my God, I want that,” she moans as she collapses onto me, her head on my shoulder. My lips find her neck. I kiss her and then inhale her sweet, musky scent.

Suddenly, she pulls off of me and climbs off of me. She walks toward the bathroom, leaving me covered in her fucking delicious cream.

“Where are you going?”

“I should probably call my mother, Luka. She’ll worry when I don’t come home. Not to mention, I ditched Keiran.”

“Who the fuck is Keiran?”

“My bodyguard.”

I hate that I’m about to do this, but I want her to be my wife before I let her call her parents. I need this to be irrevocable without me dying.

“You can’t call them.”

“What? Why not?”

“I can’t let you until you’re fully mine.”

“I am fully yours.”

“Not in the eyes of the law.”

“What is this. Did you do this… me… to start a war with my father?”

“No, but if it comes to it, I will win the war.”

She takes a deep breath, nods, and walks away without looking back at me. She goes into the bathroom and closes the door. I hear the toilet flush, and the shower turn on. I hate that she’s washing my cum off of her, but I’ve got the rest of our lives to put it back where it belongs.

When she comes back out a few minutes later, she’s still naked, but her hair is wet.

She crawls into the bed and pulls the covers over her.

It’s going to be a long night.