LUCA (You Will Be Mine) (The Sicilian Mafia Series Book 1) (22 page)

“Sorry, guys. I’ve gotta split!” After grabbing a grape from the counter and giving yet another wink, I was off, leaving behind a trail of laughter from Samantha and Tony, and a, “Stop fucking laughing,” from Luca. Miserable fart. He had no sense of adventure.

Swinging myself through another door, I ran like the wind down the corridor and out through one of the back exits to the hallway. I took a peak outside but I couldn’t see anyone. In fact, I couldn’t see anyone behind me. All seemed a little too quiet. Where was Luca?

I didn’t know quite what to do. I didn’t have a particular place to go or hide; I had just gone with the flow and bolted without thinking.

Knowing I couldn’t possibly stay like this for much longer, I swung the door open into the packed hallway and went running for the stairs.

Everyone was watching and smiling as I ran past them all, winking as I went. I was actually by the stairs, and I went to place one foot on the first step when I felt a pair of all-too-familiar arms from behind me.

“I’ve got you now, you piece of work.” Luca hauled me over his shoulder and proceeded up the stairs.

“Put me down,” I protested. That just awarded me a swift spank on the bottom.

I looked down to the crowd and saw Belinda, Samantha, and Melinda smiling from ear to ear. “Help me,” I pleaded with them. They just smiled and waved at me. “Traitors!”

“Don’t worry, Clara. I’ll sort out the rest of that list!” Belinda shouted.

“You’ll be sorting out more than a list the next time I see you!”

Just before we disappeared from sight, I saw a very disappointed Rachael shaking her head from side to side. I would have to have words with her at some point.

“Luca, for fucks sake, stop being all cavemanish, and put me down!”

As soon as we were inside the room, that’s exactly what he did, but not before pinning me up against the wall. “You ever fucking do that again, and I swear I will rip Alessandro’s eyes out. Do you hear me?”

Still feeling playful, I stuck my tongue out at him. Luca just closed his eyes and shook his head. “How many fucking times do I need to remind you?”

“I have work to do.” Trying to duck under his arm for a getaway, Luca gripped me.

“Where the fuck…” Luca untied my strings and let the gown fall open, exposing my heaving breasts. “—do you think you’re going?” Luca stared at my breasts hungrily, and I felt my knees buckle.

Realising I was quickly losing resilience, I took a deep breath. “You can’t tell me what to do. I still have a business to run.”

“Yes—a business that is being taken care of in your absence. You’re not needed for now. Besides, you are
my
fucking business, and when I tell you not to run, you don’t fucking run, Capisce?”

Shaking my head and smiling, I said, “No-ah. I no Capisce, Luca. I don’t want to do-ah what you want me to do. I am not a child-ah.” I smirked at my impression of an Italian accent. I think I even saw a hint of a smile in Luca. It wasn’t long before the heated, stern look in his eye was back.

“Stop jerking around. It’s not funny. You went downstairs in that fucking gown when I specifically told you not to. Not only that, but most of my fucking men now know what you look like naked. Especially Alessandro! I’m going to have to sack them all and bring some new guys in. Blind ones!”

I laughed. I couldn’t help it. I should have been angry, but Luca’s overly-possessive jealous streak was somehow highly amusing.

“Stop laughing.” Luca grabbed one of my breasts and squeezed. I threw my head back and I moaned in pleasure.

Leaning down towards my nipples and suckling them, Luca said, “You. Do. As. You’re. Fucking. Told!”

Knowing full well he was trying to get me to relent, I held on to as much composure as I could muster. “No,” I whispered, but it was a token effort.

Rising up, Luca grabbed the back of my head and pulled me possessively to his mouth. Soon, his tongue was exploring with mine, causing us both to moan and writhe in pleasure.

Placing a finger inside me, he grunted. “You will never disobey me like that again. Do you hear me?” All I did was moan and let my body ride the waves of pleasure.

When he didn’t get an answer, he grabbed one of my breasts and flicked his thumb over my nipple. “Clara, do you hear me?”

“Yes!” I shouted without thinking. God I hated this man. How dare he make me say these things under his sweet brand of Luca torture? All he had to do was touch me, and I was gone.

Picking me up, Luca carried me towards the dining table and rid me of my robe. It wasn’t long before Luca had his trousers off, and before I knew it, he was possessing me with that mouth again. Longing to feel him, I grabbed his cock and stroked along his shaft. Pretty soon, Luca had a grip of my arm. “I tell you when you can touch me.”

Searing heat from his eyes melted my whole body as I quivered. Not wanting to let him get away with his stern words, I hit him… I smacked him right across the face.

Luca growled and shoved his cock inside me. I gasped. “You hit me like that again, and I swear I’ll fuck you until you can’t see straight.” Thrusting himself inside me again, he grabbed one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked.

I moaned, throwing my head back. Moving fast, Luca started his torrent of words. “You’re mine, and no one else’s. No one gets to see this body but me. Do you hear me?”

“Yes!” I screamed, unable to hide my desire.

With each thrust, Luca’s words were sounding more and more heated and strained. “No one gets to taste you, no one gets to kiss you, and no one gets to even look at you but me. Do you hear me?”

“Yes!” I screamed again as he pounded and pounded into me against the dining table. I thought I was going to pass out soon; the intensity of what he was doing was too all-consuming.

“Am I refreshing your memory, Clara? Are you getting a good fucking recollection of what I’m trying to say?”

“Yes!”

“Do you like me reminding you of whom you belong to? Do you like me fucking you hard until you can’t stand it anymore?”

“Yes. Oh fuck, yes!”

Manoeuvring his hand down, he lightly pinched my clit. I cried out in pure, unadulterated bliss. “Luca!”

“Do you like it when I make you come so hard your body feels like it’s going to explode?”

“Yes!”

Picking up his pace, Luca shouted, “Who do you belong to, Clara? Who?”

“You, Luca! I fucking belong to you!”

Not knowing whether I would be able to stand the pressure anymore, I was suddenly there. Luca could feel it too as his pace grew even quicker and harsher. The more he pounded into me, the more violent the build-up became. I was at the very tip of my orgasm, and I knew it was going to be like no other before it.

Squeezing my nipple, Luca shouted, “Now, Clara. Now!”

I did as I was told and screamed his name over and over again. The orgasm was rippling through every nook and cranny of my body. It was humming so violently that I couldn’t hear a sound other than the beating of my heart and the trembling of my core. I was riding the most magnificent and glorious wave I had ever experienced, and Luca was almost there, riding along with me.

The orgasm just went on and on as his pounding grew even fiercer. He was close, ever so close to joining me high on that wave. “Luca!” I shouted, and that was it for him. He exploded inside me, releasing himself over and over again.

Panting and finally spent, Luca pulled me into his arms and cradled me there for a while. I suddenly had this feeling this immense pressure weighing down on me, and before I knew it, the floodgates open.

Sensing my tears, Luca pulled away. “Amore mio, what’s wrong?”

“I have no fucking clue,” I laughed.
What was wrong with me?

Luca smiled and stroked my hair. “Was your orgasm that good?”

“I’m crying because I had an orgasm?” I had never experienced anything like that before.

“It’s normal.”

“Is it?” I said, blubbering some more.

Luca laughed. “Yes, of course. Sex—as long as it’s with the right person—can be a very emotional and moving experience. They’re not tears of sadness, Clara. Enjoy the moment.”

“I hate crying,” I sighed.

“But you don’t feel unhappy—do you?”

I smiled. “No, of course not. Every time we’re together, it’s perfect. Well, apart from when you’re trying to tell me what to do.”

Luca smiled and whisked me up in his arms before placing me on the bed. “You, amore mio, are like a thorn in my side when you misbehave.”

I smiled sweetly and spanked his bottom. “And you, Luca Belatoni, are a pain in the arse.”

Luca’s eyes widened in shock. “Did you just spank me?”

“I believe I did.” I couldn’t help the cheeky grin.

“Oh boy,” Luca said, shaking his head. “You’re going to need lots of
boosters
today, aren’t you?”

“Oh yes! And, Luca?”

“Yes?” His voice was a growled whisper.

“Speak to me in Italian!”

“Ah. You like that, do you?”

“Oh yes!”

In-between sucking and nibbling at my nipples, Luca began, “Tempo non mi parea da far riparo contra colpi d'Amor: però m'andai secur, senza sospetto; onde i miei guai nel commune dolor s'incominciaro.”

“Oh God, carry on.” He did as asked and between his licking and suckling, he continued his onslaught.

Sliding his hand down towards my clit, he gently rubbed around the nub and placed a finger inside of me. That, along with those sweet words was going to have me exploding again. He might be telling me animals make their young have a bowel movement for all I knew, but fuck me it sounded like the words of sex to me. It all did.

“Trovommi Amor del tutto disarmato et aperta la via per gli occhi al core, che di lagrime son fatti uscio et varco.”

That was it for me; I was coming, and I didn’t care if it was all happening too quickly. As if sensing my impending orgasm, Luca sped up the movement of his fingers and gently suckled some more on my nipple. It was bliss. Pure and simple.

“Quando fra l'altre donne ad ora ad ora Amor vien nel bel viso di costei, quanto ciascuna è men bella di lei tanto cresce 'l desio che m'innamora.”

That was it! I was gone. Completely tipped over—sent spiralling—you name it. I was thrashing and screaming and calling out his name, and I didn’t care who heard me.

I didn’t realise words could be such a powerful tool in making people orgasm. Luca didn’t even need to speak Italian to me—he just spoke to me. Pure and simple. In our short time together, we had quickly gotten to know each other’s bodies. Well, Luca had with mine. It just felt as though we were in perfect tune with each other. He seemed to know my body better than I did. He knew what buttons to press—what touch he could master to make me go crazy.

“Did you enjoy having your memory refreshed?”

As my breathing calmed, I held onto Luca’s hand and kissed it. “Oh hell yeah, baby. That was one hell of a Luca booster!”

“I didn’t realise Italian would make you go so crazy. Your orgasm was quick and intense.”

I shook my head and frowned. “I didn’t realise either. Just your words and your touch. It was making me go wild. What were you saying anyway? More sonnets?”

“Yes, more from Petrarca. The first one was, “It seemed no time to be on guard against love's blows; therefore, I went my way secure and fearless. So, all my misfortunes began in the midst of universal woe.”

“Okay. What was the next one?”

“Love found me completely disarmed, and it found where the way was clear to reach my heart—down through my eyes, which have become the halls and doors of tears.”

“That’s beautiful,” I sighed. Luca was mesmerizing. “And the last one you said?”

He stroked my cheek as he told me, “When the love within her lovely face appears now and again among the other ladies, each is less lovely than she. And the more I wish, the more the love within me grows.”

“Wow, he really loved her didn’t he?”

Tenderly stroking my chin, Luca sighed. “Yes, but she unfortunately was married to another. He was infatuated by her, but he could never have her.”

I frowned. “That sounds awful.”

He nodded in agreement. “Well, yes. For him. Not for her husband. If someone else was infatuated by you, I would rip his heart out and feed it to him.”

I laughed so hard at that. Luca was trying to be serious, but I just found his antics comical. “Luca the Lion! Grrr!”

“Are you poking fun at me again?”

“Me? Never!”

“Do we need to get reacquainted again? It seems you need it constantly.”

“Yes, baby. I believe I do. The booster’s only last for so long.”

With heated desire in his eyes, Luca and I became reacquainted again … and again … and again…

It got to around six o’clock before Luca finally managed to admit defeat. We had practically lazed around all day just talking, eating, and having sex. We did snooze for a bit, but that was soon over once Luca woke up with the biggest erection I had ever seen in my life and decided to play “Pin the Clara” with it.

Getting dressed, I had the sudden realisation that I had the biggest smile plastered on my face. It was the mirror which caught my smile. And boy did it give me away. I thought I had better clear that up in an instant. I would be looking like a grinning idiot all night otherwise. Not something I wanted to show the horny clients.