Chapter 45

45

Luca

We didn't use a condom. Didn't use a condom. Cazzo! Of course we didn't use a condom. The thought hadn't even crossed my mind. I had been consumed by her. Had found myself drowning in her. Had fallen into her and hadn't been able to think, let alone have cognizance that I hadn't protected myself.

"You didn't stop me, either."

"I didn't," she replies.

"So, the thought did cross your mind?"

She hesitates, then shakes her head. "In all honesty, no. I got, ah, a bit carried away," she murmurs.

"And you're not on the pill."

She shakes her head.

"Fuck." I withdraw from her and she winces. I pause. "Are you sore?"

She nods. "In a good way."

A rush of heat swirls through me. She should be sore. She should wear my mark inside her and on her. It should be clear to the world that she belongs to me. She's mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

A-n-d there's that part of me that cannot shut up since I laid eyes on her. That feral, possessive part of me that's determined to get me into trouble. The one that leads me by the dick. And my heart, and my mind, and my soul—whoa, stop that. I rein in that train of thought, then push away from her and to my feet. "Stay there." I stab a finger in her direction before I pivot and stalk to the bathroom. I pull out the plug in the bathtub to let the water drain out, then grab a washcloth and wet it before I prowl back to the bed. I'm about to press the cloth between her legs, then stop. I reach down, rub the remnants of my cum into her pussy, then frown.

"Are you sure I didn't hurt you?"

"I am, why do you ask?"

"Because you're bleeding." I hold my fingers up to show her the droplets of red clinging to my fingertips.

Her gaze flicks to my digits, and she blinks rapidly. "Oh, no, I got my period. I knew it was coming, but I'd hoped it wasn't for a couple more days."

"Is that why you didn't stop me to get a condom?"

She raises her shoulder. "Maybe. I mean, subconsciously, I knew I was going to get my period any day, but in all honestly, I wanted you to come inside me."

"And what if you had become pregnant?"

"I'd have had it." She smiles a secret little smile. "And you'd have helped me bring up the baby."

"Woman, didn't you hear what I said earlier? It's not safe for you when you're with me."

"And it's not safe away from you, either. So, I'd rather be with you than not." She reaches out her hand, palm facing up.

"What?" I glare at it with suspicion.

"Give me your hand, Gangster."

"First, you try to convince me to leave the Cosa Nostra; then, you call me Gangster. You're driving me crazy, you know that?"

"So you've mentioned. Now, give me your hand."

Holding her gaze, I lick my fingers one by one, deliberately swallowing down her period blood.

Her pupils dilate.

Then, I place my palm over her much smaller one—reluctantly, it should be noted—and she brings it to her mouth and kisses it. Angel kisses each of my knuckles, then turns my palm over and presses her lips right in the center. "There. Now you have my kisses in your blood." She smiles hugely.

I have you in my blood, in my veins, in the thing that's beating so fast in my chest, I'm sure I'm going into cardiac arrest. I grip her wrist, pull her up to sitting, then toss the towel aside and rise to my feet with her in my arms.

She snuggles into me as I carry her back to the bathroom. I place her on the rim of the tub and replace the plug. The water has reached the half-way mark, so I toss in a tennis ball-shaped thing called a bath bomb, or something equally inane, before I fill the tub with hot water.

Bubbles begin to form almost at once, and the scent of roses fills the air.

"Bath bombs?" She sits up straight. "You have bath bombs?" She shoots me a look. "Did you buy them for me?"

My neck heats. "Don't attach too much importance to it. I bought it by mistake."

"And coincidentally, they turned out to be rose-scented—my favorite scent, by the way... Mistake, too?"

"Exactly."

She smiles so widely, she almost cracks her face.

"Don't look so pleased," I mutter.

"For a big, bad Mafia Capo , you're such a softie." Her smile grows bigger, if that's possible.

"What's wrong with your face?" I growl.

"It's the endorphins." She smiles goofily. "Thanks to your magic dick, I had the best orgasm ever, which is good. It means I won't kill you."

"What?" I blink. "What does that mean?"

"It's an Elle Woods quote."

"First Plath, now Elle Woods; you are a study in contradiction, baby. I suppose I should be grateful you're not throwing some random actor's name at me."

"I wouldn't dare, as possessive as you are, baby ."

I wince. "I changed my mind. I prefer you call me Gangster."

"How about Gangster Baby?"

"What? No. No fucking way, woman. And don't you ever stop talking?" I rise to my feet, then grab her hips and lower her into the tub. She sighs as she sinks into the water.

"Scoot forward."

She does, and I climb in after her. I plant my legs on either side of her, then pull her back into my arms and onto my chest. I adjust her so my dick settles happily in the cleavage between her butt cheeks. I reach around and shut off the tap. I lean back, and for a few seconds, there's only the sound of the water lapping against the sides of the tub.

"This is a big tub," she finally ventures.

"I'm a big man."

"I noticed." She wriggles her behind against my cock, which instantly extends to full-length. Just like that.

" Gesù Cristo. You're pushing it, woman ."

"Run out of steam already, old man?" She snickers.

"Who are you calling ‘old man'?"

"You, of course. I—" she yelps as I raise her, then position her exactly over my throbbing cock.

"Open your legs, Angel."

She does, and I lower her inch-by-inch onto my shaft

"Oh, god. That feels so good," she moans as my dick disappears slowly inside her.

When I'm buried inside her, up to the hilt again, a tremor runs up my spine. That melting sensation is back in my chest, in full force. I push it aside, focus on thrusting up and into her—long, deep strokes that flow one into the other, without stopping. In, out, in. I continue to propel up and into her until her body trembles, then stiffens. Her back arches, and I know she's near. I grip her hips, and raise her off of my cock.

She whines.

Before she can complain, and I know she's going to, I flip her around and position her entrance over my cock again. Then, I push her down, all the way down my shaft, until I'm, once more, up to my hilt in her hot, wet channel.

"Oh." Her mouth forms the sound, and her gaze widens.

" Che culo, that shut you up. Though, I admit, I had much more pleasurable ways in mind, if that didn't work."

"Luca I—" she begins, and I tug her forward so I can cover her mouth with mine.

I kiss her and pull back. "Less talking, more fucking. Got it?"

"But—"

"No more words. I only want to hear the sound of you coming around my cock again, you feel me, Angel?"

Before she can nod, I pump up and into her, doubling my speed and hammering into her over and over again. Each time I drive into her, her breasts jiggle. Her nipples are dark and enlarged, and I can't stop myself from leaning forward and taking a mouthful.

She cries out, then grabs hold of my hair and tugs. She pushes her chest forward, filling my mouth even more. I suck on her nipples, and my balls tighten. To see her breasts full and overflowing with milk as my child suckles on them… F-u-c-k, I almost come right then. I release her nipple, worship her other breast in the same way and she whines, "Luca, more, please, more."

I glance up to find her curls awry, her hair a halo around her head. She's a goddess. My Medusa. My angel. My wife. She's mine. I rise to my feet. The water flows off of me, and she pops her eyelids open. "What… Where?—"

"Shh." I press a hard kiss to her lips. "Told you, no more words."

I step out of the tub, walk over to the counter with the sink, and place her on her feet. I turn her around, plant my hand on the small of her back, and push down. She bends, places her palms on the counter and leans forward. Her ass juts out. Her breasts hang heavy from her chest. I grip her hips, hold her gaze in the mirror. "Look at yourself in the mirror as I fuck you, Angel."

Her pupils dilate and color flushes her skin. Her chest rises and falls, and I notch the crown of my cock into her squelching, wet pussy. I tighten my hold on her, then I plunge forward.