Chapter 47

47

Jeanne

"What the actual fuck?" I gape as I watch myself stare at the screen. My eyelids are heavy, my cheeks flushed. My hair is in tangles around my shoulders. Behind me, Luca's swarthy features fill the space. His blue eyes have darkened to a midnight blue, a color I'm well acquainted with by now. The contrast between his wide shoulders that frame my pale face, the way my breasts jostle as he pushes into me from behind, the whine that emerges from my lips, and the answering snarl that rips from his throat is carnal and sensual, lewd and erotic, coarse, and also, a turn on. Moisture pools between my legs. My nipples harden until they stab into the sheets below me. Is that flushed, horny, sexual creature in the frame me? It must be.

"You… filmed us?"

"Told you, I perform even better when I'm being watched."

On screen, he rams into me again, and my entire body jolts. My vision wavers. A burst of liquid heat gushes through my veins. Warmth flushes my face. I turn, swoop out my hand, but he catches my wrist before my palm can make contact with his face.

"Have I told you it turns me on when you are angry?"

"Angry? I am livid!" I toss my hair out of my eyes. "You filmed us without telling me. You have a camera in the mirror."

"I did. And now we can view ourselves come as I make you come again, in real time."

"Fuck you, Luca. This is not okay."

"Are you telling me no?" He arches an eyebrow.

Guess I was enamored by the tattoo on his back. His love for the Cosa Nostra , for Sicily, for the only way of life he's known and which he's now being forced to leave behind. I saw the man behind the gangster and thought I was glimpsing the emotions behind the facade he shows the world. I was wrong. He's always going to be the mobster. The made-man. The villain with the wounded past. And all he has to do is be mean and sarcastic and growl at me, and I fall apart at his feet.

I try to rise, but in one swoop, he throws me back on the bed on my front and plants his big hand on my back so I'm held in place.

"Let me go," I snarl.

On screen, I groan. The sound is so hot, so thick with lust, that I can't stop my gaze from veering toward it.

I writhe under his hold, trying to get free.

On screen, he pounds into me, and I throw my head back and moan.

My thighs tremble, my pussy clenches, and a shudder vibrates along my lower belly. No, no, no, I'm bleeding. I'm sure my period blood is gushing out of me. I turn to tell him that, but he's gripped my thighs under my butt and lifted me onto my knees. I try to squeeze my legs together, but of course, he pries them apart. Cool air flows over my exposed pussy.

"Luca," the screen me groans.

"Luca, what are you doing?" I cry, then gasp for he's buried his face between my legs. He licks my clit, then dives down between my legs and begins to eat me out in earnest. He shoves his tongue inside my channel and licks and sucks and curls his tongue inside me.

"Oh, my god," I cry out.

"Oh, god. That's so hot," on-screen Jeanne cries out.

He pulls out his tongue, only to spank my butt. The slice of pain cuts through the chattering in my head, and everything grows quiet. My entire focus is drawn to the shimmering patch of flesh on my behind where he slapped me. I open my mouth to yell, when he brings his heavy palm down on my ass cheek again, and on the other side, alternating until my entire butt is aflame. The fire sinks into my blood, warms my core, and sizzles up toward my breasts. My entire body feels too heavy. My arms and legs feel like they are weighed down.

On-screen Jeanne moans, "I can't take it anymore. I can't."

I can't take my gaze off her dilated pupils, her features, which are contorted into an expression of sexual desire so potent that it feels wrong to be watching the video, even though it's me and him, and we just enacted that scene not half an hour ago.

"Watch yourself come, Angel," his voice rumbles against my pussy.

"Come," on-screen Luca commands.

A second later, he thrusts his tongue inside my channel again. This time, he sweeps his tongue, once again, across my pussy lips, over my slit, then drags his finger around the forbidden knot of nerves between my ass cheeks. Everything he's doing is more than filthy, and unheard of, and... Oh, god, it's so arousing, so explicit and vulgar, and so earthy. It's so very Luca. And if he does it again, I won't be able to stop myself from enjoying it.

"No," I gasp.

"Yes," he rumbles. He curls his tongue inside my pussy, then sinks his finger inside by back channel. He adds a second finger, and oh, my god, the combination is too much. The climax detonates deep inside of me. He swipes his tongue in and out of me, then pinches my clit as he curves his fingers inside my back channel, and the orgasm crashes over me. I see stars. My chest hurts. My throat protests. That's when I realize I must have been screaming. He pulls his mouth from my pussy, and his fingers from my ass, only to replace it with something much bigger.

The image on the phone grows dark. In the silence that follows, I tremble.

"Luca," my voice comes out too thin, too scared.

"Shh." He slides his fingers around and plays with my already-sensitized clit. I whimper, or at least I think I do, because I'm too relaxed, still floating in my post-orgasmic state. He notches the crown of his dick against my back hole, and a tremor ladders up my spine. My stomach flip flops, and my thighs tremble.

"Luca please."

"Trust me, baby."

"You're too big," I whine.

"You can take it." He scoops up my cum from my slit and smears it around my puckered hole. "You're so wet, so moist, so heartbreakingly perfect."

He nudges up against my back hole and I stiffen. "It'll hurt."

"I'm counting on it."

"Wh-a-t?" I manage to crack open my eyelids and stare at him over my shoulder.

The skin around his lips is tainted pink. With blood. With my blood. My period blood. Jesus Christ. Why is that so forbidden? And so primal? So erotic?

He chuckles. The jerk actually chuckles. The vibrations rumble up his chest and seem to light up my veins. Even when he's being mean, he's so gorgeous.

"I hate you," I whisper.

"No, you don't." His lips curl and he leans down to place his mouth over mine. He breathes in my air, then nips on my lower lip, and I'm a goner. I open my mouth, and he swoops in. He curls his tongue over mine, and I can taste the metallic tang of my blood on him. Heat flushes my chest. I should find it gross, but somehow, it feels intimate. It feels like I'm baring myself to him. The fact that my being on my period did not stop him from taking me is so freeing.

He tilts his mouth and kisses me so deeply, I can feel it in my extremities. He fingers my pussy and circles my clit, and flames leap to life in my belly. He pushes his cock inside me, and pain shivers over my nerve-endings. He slides his finger inside my wet channel, then adds a second, and a third. He curves his fingers in a way that ignites a trail of lust under my skin. He pulls his fingers out, then thrusts all three of them inside me and I gasp. My thighs tremble. The scent of my arousal is so strong that my entire body seems to turn to jelly.

"Let me in." He licks my lips, and I can't deny him. I push my butt back and he slides in past the tight ring of muscle.

"Oh, god," I whimper. "Oh, my god."

He fits his lips on mine again and plunges his tongue inside my mouth. At the same time, he weaves his fingers in and out of me, then brings up his other hand to pinch my nipple. My scalp tingles, my toes curl, and my entire body seems to go up in flames. That's when he slips all the way inside. Too much, too full. He stretches me and holds me pinned around his cock, as I moan into his mouth. The heat of his body swirls over me, and the scent of him envelops me. His fingers, his tongue, his shaft… He's consuming me, holding me captive by filling each one of my holes with him. He tweaks my nipple harder, and I clamp down on his cock.

" Gesù Cristo ," he growls into my mouth. "You're so fucking tight. So hot, so incredibly responsive, Angel. You're strangling my dick, and it's the most incredible sensation ever." He pulls out of me, then plunges into me with enough force for his balls to slap against my skin. My breasts jiggle, and my body jolts. He kisses me hard, then clamps his big palm around the nape of my neck and urges me back down. I push my cheek into the pillow, and dig my fingers into the sheets. He tightens his grip on my hip, then begins to fuck me in earnest. Each time he buries himself inside me, he seems to fill me further. Each time he pulls out, my body hungers for more. I didn't know it could be like this. I always treated anal with a healthy respect, but always thought it wasn't for me. I didn't realize just how erotic it could be with the right person. With Luca. With this crazy Capo who continues to restrain me with his fingers around the nape of my neck as he continues to bury himself in my ass. He pulls out, yet again, and this time, when he lunges forward, he bottoms out inside me. He releases his hold on my hip, drives his fingers inside my pussy and scissors them. That's enough. My entire body jolts. The ball of desire in my belly snaps. He leans forward, covers my back with his chest, and presses his mouth to my ear. "Come for me, Angel. Come right now." I climax instantly.