Chapter 13

13

Luca

"You'd do that?" She searches my features as if she doesn't quite believe what I said. For that matter, I can't believe I suggested it, either. Let things take their natural course? Allow our chemistry to dictate where this relationship goes? Is that me speaking? The man who thrives on exhibitionism, who fucks any woman he wants. But then, no woman has ever hesitated at the thought of sleeping with me, either.

"You're going to marry me, aren't you?"

She nods slowly.

"Let's take the rest as it comes. Just remember..." I narrow my gaze on her. "It's you who'll have to make the next move. It's you who'll beg me to fuck you, and I promise you will, and when you do, I won't stop until you've orgasmed ten times in a row."

"Ten times?" She scoffs. "If you can get me off once, it'll be a bonus."

"You doubt me?"

"Actually, it's myself I doubt."

"Wait, what?" I sit up. "Are you saying that you've never climaxed during sex?"

"That's not what I said."

"That's what you alluded to."

"Well, it's not true." She glances to the side, then at me again.

"Isn't it?" I scan her features. "There's no shame in admitting that you haven't climaxed while being fucked."

"Shh." She glances at the walls. "I don't exactly want that to be publicized."

"So, it's true then?"

Her features flush. She folds her arms about her waist, and her towel inches down. "You don't have to act so surprised. Not every woman climaxes during intercourse."

"Only those who've never been with the right man." I flex my fingers. "Don't forget, I made you orgasm in the shower, and that was just with my tongue. When I fuck you—and you will ask me to fuck you—I promise I'll bring you to fulfillment so often and for so long that you'll be punch drunk on endorphins. I'll give you so much pleasure that you'll forget your own name. I'll fuck you so hard and so thoroughly that you won't be able to feel your own body, you won't be able to walk, and if you do, it will be with the imprint of my cock inside your cunt. I'll make you come with so much intensity that you'll forget every other guy you've ever been with and not want to be with anyone else but me ever again."

Her shoulders rise and fall. Her lips are parted, and her cheeks so pink, if I touch them, I'm sure I'll be seared. If I graze my fingertips over her arm, we'll both combust. If I breathe in her direction, I'm likely to leap across the bed and tackle her into the mattress and push her legs apart and make a meal of the soft flesh between her legs, before I bury myself inside her beautiful, tight cunt.

All of which goes to show, my earlier suggestion was made in haste. I'm going to repent for it every single moment that we're together, and even when we're not, thoughts of her are going to crawl into my gut and urge me to throw her down and fuck her the next time I see her. Damn, why couldn't I simply seduce her and be done with it? Because this is my chance to redeem myself in the eyes of my family.

I've always been the one with the chip on his shoulder. The second oldest legal heir to my father, with no prospect of ever becoming the Don. I've always known Michael would take over from my father, that the most I'd ever rise within the Cosa Nostra was to become Capo . And even that had been taken from me because I'd helped Karma, Michael's wife, escape when he had first kidnapped her. Michael had been pissed off at me, and when he took over as Don, he gave the title of Capo to Seb. Luckily, Seb met Elsa and decided to look beyond the Cosa Nostra to pursue his dream of a media company, and that meant I could take over as Capo. A title I'm grateful to own.

I've caused too much angst for my family, and while I wouldn't get married just to fulfill Nonna's wish… I know by doing so, I'll show Michael I'm ready to make amends and step into my role within the famiglia. It's the only reason I'm not turning up my charm and seducing her, but instead, allowing her to come to me, when she's ready. And she will be. No one has withstood my magnetism for any length of time. It won't be long before she crawls back to me and asks me to fuck her, and then… I'll oblige her, of course, but not before she pays for making me wait.

"I'll take it as my personal challenge." I turn over on my side, fold my arms and close my eyes. Taking a deep breath, another. And count one, two, three?—

"What are you playing at?" she bursts out. "You can't just say those words, then turn over and pretend to sleep."

"No pretending. I'm tired and want to sleep."

"Not after you threw those words at me, buster."

"Why? Did they turn you on?" I allow a smile to curl my lips. "Remember, all you have to do is say the word and?—"

"No, thank you."

The mattress shifts as she lays back against her pillow. There's silence for a few seconds. How long can she go without talking, I wonder? The mattress moves again as she turns over and tugs on the cover, yanking it toward her. I grab it at my end and hold on. She tries to pull the duvet in her direction, fails, lets out a breath. I yank on the sheets and they slide my way.

She yelps, "Hey, you're hogging the covers."

"I'm a big man."

"I'm cold."

"Come closer and I'll warm you."

She makes a noise deep in her throat. I can't stop the chuckle that wells up. I swallow it down, wait… wait… She slides closer under the sheets and toward me. The scent of her body envelops me. I draw it deep within my lungs. My groin hardens, and a warm sensation coils in my chest. It sinks into my blood, envelops me, and arrows straight to my balls. My cock elongates further. I glance down to find the sheet tented. Gesü Cristo , how the fuck am I supposed to sleep while sporting a hard-on? My fingers itch and my palm tingles. Surely, you're not thinking of that. You can't get yourself off; not with her sleeping next to you.

She makes a soft, breathy sound, and fuck me, my entire body tenses. My shoulder muscles are wound so tightly, they hurt. Just a touch; it won't do any harm. It'll help me sleep. And I need to sleep so I'm alert tomorrow and can take us both back to Palermo.

I reach for the towel I discarded on my nightstand and slide it under the cover and over my fully erect cock. I slide my fingers down my chest until I encounter the object of my discomfort. Finally, fuck. I wrap my fingers around my cock and begin to massage myself.

Next to me, she wriggles around, trying to make herself more comfortable. I freeze again. This is crazy. Am I really going to jerk myself off to thoughts of the woman who's sleeping next to me? If I were looking in on this scene, I'd call myself a loser. Which I am not. I'm merely taking matters into my own hand, literally. I smirk. I promised her I'd let things take their natural course, so I can't exactly cover her body with mine and slide into that hot, wet, juicy pussy of hers—fuck me, why am I thinking of her pussy? Her swollen cunt. The moisture that would lace her inner walls as I thrust into her with long, hard strokes that would draw cries of pleasure, whimpers of appreciation, and screams of surprise as I fucked her toward her climax.

I begin to tug on my cock in earnest, trying to stay quiet. Flicks of my wrist as I squeeze, tug, pull and fuck my own hand.

Next to me, I hear her breath catch. But she doesn't move. She's so still, I'm sure she's asleep. She must be, right? I increase the pace of my movements. Up, down, up. The blood drains to my groin, and a shudder radiates out from where I'm fucking myself in earnest. My thighs harden and my balls tighten. I speed up even more, still under the covers, under the towel. A growl rises up my throat; I swallow it. My muscles coil; every part of my body hurts, and my cells feel like they're going to self-combust at any moment.

I picture her big golden eyes staring up at me, pupils dilated, lips parted. Her gorgeous breasts heave, those ripe nipples large and pink. I bend down, wrap my lips around one of them and tug. She groans, digs her fingernails into my shoulders with such force I feel the pain all the way down to the tip of my cock. I gaze into her eyes deeply as my shaft distends, bite down on my lower lip as I come. I keep coming and coming. I come so hard, I see stars. I swear, I almost black out. Che cazzo! That was the most spectacular orgasm of my life, and I'm not even inside her yet. I am so fucking screwed.

I hear a noise. Was that a moan? I manage to crack open my eyelids and peer sideways at her, but her back is to me and she's still. Was it my imagination? Probably.

Keeping an eye on her profile, I wipe myself with the towel, before pulling it out from under the sheet and throwing it to the floor. Even before I sink back into the pillow, I'm asleep.

When I snap my eyes open, it's dark. I turn on my back, reach for her side of the bed to find it's empty. "Cazzo!" I jump out of bed, pull on my pants and my boots, then race out of the room and down the flight of steps. I'd been so sure she wouldn't leave. How could I have trusted her so implicitly? Was I so taken in by her innocence, and my attraction to her, I was sure she wouldn't run when she got the first chance? And what if they find her before me? What if the men who kidnapped her track her down again? What if they hurt her? I'll never forgive myself. This is the last time I'll be taken in by a gorgeous face and a beautiful smile. This is the last time I decide to be patient. I should have fucked her into a coma and then tied her to my side. That way, she'd never have been able to leave me. I burst into the pub downstairs and come to a stop.

"What are you doing?"