Page 30 of The Sicilian Bastard
Luciano
Love her more, brother, or I will. Agosto's words hovered in my mind. I wanted to believe he was goading me. I told him I didn't share. In my defense, he set me off. There was no reason for him to be standing so close tomia fiore. He should've been standing farther away from her. The idea that he was flirting with her or trying to home in on my territory made me see red.
I looked over at Araceli and noted she wasn't even looking at me, her gaze unfocused. She swayed in the spot she was standing in. I had never seen anything like it. I saw men lose focus when tortured, but I wasn't torturing her at all. I moved towards her and she didn't even flinch. I don't think she could sense my presence at all. That was clear when I helped her lie down on the bed and her expression never changed. Her body did, though. She was shivering. Not the 'I want to sex you up' type shivering, either. This was more fear. I had seen it on many victims of mine. I focused on her more. Her eyes were frozen open, unseeing what was around her. She was pale and trembling. Her mouth was open on a silent scream. The pain from her jaw wasn't even registering. I stripped down to my boxers and jumped in the bed with her. I pulled her against me. My cock snapped to attention, but I told that fucker to take a hike. This had nothing to do with getting my dick wet. Araceli needed comfort. I ran a hand down her head, caressing her. I made soothing noises in the back of my throat. I kept telling her everything was all right, even if I didn't know if that was true. I kept at it until she stopped trembling. Her body was no longer shaking, but she moved closer to me. I wasn't sure if she was looking for body heat or more comfort. I maneuvered us around until we were underneath the blankets.
A high-pitched keening noise came from Araceli, shocking me, "L-Lu lu—"
I put a finger on her petal-soft lips and shushed her. "You need to heal, and you can't do that if you try using your jaw all the time," I reminded her.
She nodded her head and I reached over her, grabbing the notepad. My body pressed against her breast made my cock jolt. I let out a pent-up breath. All I wanted was to pin her down and fuck the issue out of her. That wasn't going to happen. I was certain she needed to talk and share feelings or some shit.
This feels real relationship-y, a cruel voice purred through my mind. I shook off the negativity and gave my focus to Araceli. I handed her the pen and pad so she could let me know what was bothering her. If it were in my power, I would fix it for her. I would give this woman the world if I could.
I may have had a memory, she showed me.
That wasn't what I was expecting. It should've been, but she hadn't mentioned regaining any memories before this.
"Did something I say trigger you?" I was trying to understand, but I wasn't a doctor. Fuck if I knew how the mind worked. If I did, I would understand why I enjoyed inflicting pain so much.
I'm not sure. I haven't been triggered at all in a year. So, I would have to say it was either the situation I am in currently or the story you told me about your pickup.
A foreboding feeling rose in my chest. I needed to know more. Everything about her. Something was riding me, telling me this was important.
"Did you want to tell me about it?" I couldn't force her to tell me. Not yet anyway. I would try a soft approach. She had no reason to trust me. That was the one thing I was certain about. I waited while she wrote on her notepad.
I'm not sure if it was a memory. But I was wearing a yellow sundress. A man I didn't recognize told me to sit in his lap. The people there were speaking in Spanish. Then a man had his hand cut and his skin pulled off. That was about it.
"Why did they cut his skin off?" I wondered aloud. That was an odd memory to have. It sounded like she couldn't have been a child. Why would a child see that kind of violence? No wonder she was shivering and shaking. Even when I was growing up, the Don kept our sister away from any kind of violence. The boys he didn't care about because we were going to have to kill a man anyway. Rosalina, though, was the only girl he had. Not to mention she was weak in his eyes. Not only as of the fairer sex but because she was sick. Araceli was writing again.
The skin had a tattoo of a five-pointed crown on it. Maybe they didn't allow tattoos or something. Like a secret society deal?
My head snapped up as a thought crossed my mind. I moved away from Araceli and lifted the shirt she was wearing. There. I knew it. On her hip, there sat a five-pointed crown. I thought I had seen it before. The man who shot Ronnie had it as well. It was either some crazy coincidence or she was in the middle of some shit.
"Who the fuck are you?"
She made a distressed noise. I cursed beneath my breath. I hadn't meant to say that out loud. I was trying to piece together the puzzle. She rolled over to face me and I got a closer look at her scar. It was on her temple. A small circular indentation. I had never seen a healed gunshot wound up close. I wasn't one to walk around asking my brothers to get naked for me. I had also never been shot before. Nothing more than a graze anyway. I was that good. Araceli wasn't, it seemed. A slap on my shoulder pulled me out of the strange theories rolling around in my head.
I told you I don't know.
I scoffed. I didn't think she was lying about the amnesia. She wasn't being honest about who she thought she was. I could be off base, but my instincts weren't wrong. They had never steered me off course. I wasn't going to start doubting myself now because of some pussy. Fine as it may be, it wasn't worth it. She was here to be my slave. Period. I wouldn't let her past pull my family into something we had nothing to do with.
"Do you know anything about your tattoo? I've seen a few like it around recently," I wheedled.
She shook her head no and scribbled on the pad. I was feeling a little remorse for breaking her jaw. Only because it made communication too difficult. Was it good she couldn't scream? Yes, but there were other things I might need her for besides fucking and torture.
Ruby and I asked around the strip. It was weird. Any shop that we went to had never seen it before. One owner outright refused to let us into the premises. After a while, we gave up on that avenue giving us answers on who I was.
Araceli didn't realize it, but she had already given me the answers. I didn't have all of them, but I had a grainy picture forming in my head. It wasn't good. Not at all. She was in danger. My family was in danger. All because I fixated on her. A woman I didn't even know. When Vito found out, I was going to be so fucked. He would never give me a seat at the table after this. He already was on the fence after the things I did to that woman and her mother. The worst part? I couldn't even remember their names anymore. It was fun. It was thrilling. They didn't mean anything to me at all. That was why I had to take Araceli. I wanted her. So, I took her. Damn the consequences.
It was time to change the topic. I didn't need Araceli overworking her mind. I grabbed the pen and notepad and leaned over to put them on top of the nightstand. It brought me brushed up against her again. Her shaky inhale shot straight to my cock. It was like she blew on my dick and it rose. The thought of her mouth over my cock made me mad with want. Then I wanted to kick myself because I dislocated her jaw. So, I couldn't enjoy her beautiful mouth sucking me like a Hoover. Fuck me and my temper. She could use a reward after all the bullshit I put her through.
I shimmied down her body. Her breathing picked up and I chuckled to myself. It turned me on knowing that I affected her so much. I opened her legs and drank in the sight of my shaved pussy. It was as close to the skin as it could be without being bald. That could be something I do for her. I could rip the hairs off her lips so she was even more sensitive and responsive to me.
"Fuck," I moaned out loud at my thoughts. This woman was going to drive me crazy. I needed to calm down. I placed my hand on her belly and pressed down. Her butt, which rose off the bed, dropped right away.
"Good girl," I praised. She was, too. She wasn't fighting. She was looking down at me with hooded eyes. I ran a finger down her slickness and came away dripping. She was soaked for me. I buried my head between her thighs, my belly flat on the bed, her feet resting on my back. I was in a vulnerable position. But I didn't care about that as I ate my sweet treat. She was delectable. I nibbled, sucked, and thrust my tongue inside her honeyed hole.
There was something to be said about a sweet pussy like this. I glanced up and her head was moving back and forth. Her hips were grinding on my face. I placed two fingers inside and moved up for air.
"Fuck my face, baby, that's it," I panted.
I kept playing with her, my eyes locked on her. She was grunting and shrieking with clenched teeth. I sped up, worried that she was hurting her jaw more. If she was, that would prolong her healing time. I didn't want that. I didn't want to see her hurt like this again. I might fuck her rough, choke her, cut her, sodomize her, and plenty more. I would never, ever break a bone on her body. Never again. I sealed my vow with my tongue. I pressed deep inside her and felt the tremors begin in her walls. I stroked inside until I found the tiny button. I motioned in a come-hither movement and she bucked wildly beneath my ministrations. Another chuckle burst free. I kept at it and right when I knew she was on the cusp, I bent down and nipped her clit. The bite of pain set her off and her agonized suppressed scream sent shivers down my body.
I crawled back up her body and kissed her forehead. I wanted to thrust my tongue in her mouth so she could taste herself, but I knew that she needed to rest her jaw. The purple-blue coloring made me angry at myself. I wanted to take myself outside and put a bullet in my head. No one should hurtmia fiore. She was perfect.
She reached for my cock, but I shook my head and placed her hands above her head.
"That was only about you. You need more rest."
I kissed her once more and curled my body around hers. I rubbed circles on her back and watched as my touch gently lulled her to sleep. I had never felt like this before. She was more than my fuck-doll. She was so much more. I wasn't sure what yet, but something was brewing. I hoped we both survived the ride.
