Page 40 of The Sicilian Bastard
My breath hitched. Nicolo was walking up ahead, talking to Agosto. We headed up the winding left side of the staircase. I knew I would get lost here. Nicolo sent us off to different rooms so we could relax. The minute he tried to separate Luciano and me, he got snapped on.
"My woman," Luciano snapped at him.
He pushed me gently into the room we would be sharing. I wanted to swoon but held back. He closed the door on a shocked Nicolo's face and shot me a predatory look. I rubbed my thighs together. I knew that look. He was about to give me the business. I shot him my sensual look.
I peeled my clothes off and Luciano shook his head back and forth like a caged animal. The growl that welled deep in his throat made me think he was feral. He ripped his clothes off his body and I held my breath in anticipation.
What I thought was going to happen didn't. Luciano backed me up into the bed until my back was bowed over it, pressing me down until I hit the mattress. He maneuvered me like a doll. He lay behind me and pulled me against his body. His large hand engulfed my pussy and he rubbed his teeth down my neck.
"Sleep," he grunted.
I sighed into him, his cock nestled between my legs. He placed his other hand on my breast and squeezed in time with my heartbeat. I squirmed against his soft touches. I was his to use and abuse. I was his little fuck toy. I was used to feeling 'less than' in his presence. It's why I fought back so hard. Now, everything was upside down. I didn't know how to act around him. When I thought he would give me violence or pain, he gave me reassurance and softness. He drove me nuts. I wanted to show my loyalty to him. I wanted to live and breathe everything that was Luciano Picone. I wanted to be Mrs. Luciano Picone. If I told him that, he would think I was mad.
"Close your eyes," he growled, interrupting my thoughts.
"I can't; you feel too good," I moaned out.
"You need to come?"
I nodded my head yes, my hips swirling, searching for his cock. He removed his hand from my mound and I whimpered.
"Then you come on my cock," he rasped.
He wrapped his hand around my throat and thrust into me. I gasped and spread my legs more, drawing him in deeper. It felt so fucking good. His thrust grew harder and wilder until we both reached our peaks. I felt that splash of his hot release deep inside me and something in my chest loosened. The warmth spread through my body and all my limbs relaxed in his embrace. I had never felt so safe before. Safe with my captor. "Thank you," I whispered in the dark.
"I'll always take care of you," he vowed back.
I knew he meant every word. The reaffirmation soothed my tattered soul. I could feel the pieces sewing themselves back. It was rough. It was bloody. But it was me. Soon I would be raw and naked. A brand-new woman. Ready to take on a new life. Rebirth.
