Page 8 of The Sicilian Bastard
Luciano
An angel was dancing on stage in front of my very eyes. She wore a silver outfit that made her stand out from all the other girls up here. I felt a pang in my chest looking at her, so I turned away. Like there was a string tied between us, I came back to her. This inexplicable feeling hummed beneath my rib cage, and I knew I had to have her. I had to make her mine. I could almost hear the screams she would make echoing in my mind. I clutched my bourbon tighter in my hand as I imagined her pretty skin marked from my knife. She got into position, as some song that never registered played in the background and started her dance. She was teasing me. Entranced, I swayed closer to her stage. Just a bit. I wanted a better look. She was sheer perfection, her tiny body flexible in ways I hadn't seen in a long time. Not sinceher. I shook my head to clear it.
I was so close to the stage, I could reach out and touch her, but I didn't. So enamored with her that I didn't realize anyone was standing near me until Agosto spoke.
"You gonna tap that,fratello?" He motioned towards the woman on stage.
I grunted. Agosto sighed and ran a hand over his face in frustration. "You know it had nothing to do with you and everything to do with me, right?"
I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of answering; instead, I shrugged.
"I've got issues here that I don't know how to deal with yet and Vito thought it would be a good idea to have hands-on training. Then I'd be ready." He glanced over at me then back at the stage.
"Sure," I answered his unspoken question. I didn't believe him. Vittorio was going to place someone he thought was family in charge. That had nothing to do with me.
"You're our brother. When Vito needs support in Philly, you give it. You are there for him in ways that I can't be," Agosto's mouth was moving, but it was pouring out bullshit.
He could say whatever he wanted to try to make himself feel better. I was not family. They knew it and I knew it. As the song hit its peak, my angel took her top off and I saw red.
The next thing I knew, she was over my shoulder pounding away at my back. I headed to my room and I knew no one would stop me. Her distressed cries brought tingles of satisfaction down my spine. I opened the door and responded to her, distracted by her ass cupped in my hands. I was bringing her body down mine. It was luscious, her delicate curves touching the hard planes of my body.
My eyes latched on to her soulful cognac eyes and drowned. I felt all the tension of this trip take flight and my soul felt lighter than it had in years. I stumbled a little, my reaction strong from looking at her. Then she swung. Her fist connected with my face and I wasn't the only one surprised.
Her mouth dropped down in a big O before she tried to run around me. A drop of blood dripped from my lip to hers as I crowded her and pressed my hulking frame down on her petite one. She gasped and threw her head back into mine. I chuckled. The bitch had fight and I wanted to fuck it out of her.
I grabbed her arm and thrust her behind me. I wanted to see how much she could take.
"Fuck off, asshole," she screeched and flew at me with her claws out.
"I'm going to have to fuck the sass out of that mouth, aren't I?" I was already hard and ready. This was foreplay to me, but for her, it was as real as it gets. I wanted to tame her.
"As if I'd let you put that dirty tiny cock anywhere near my mouth," she sassed.
A knot of tension released in my stomach. Anticipation coiled my muscles and I struck. A light tap to her cheek. Her head snapped to the side and she paused. She locked eyes with me and they filled with fire. If she wasn't a woman, I would think I was staring death in the face. Then she did the oddest thing. She licked her lips and grinned.
My cock jumped to attention. This was the woman we were waiting for. Someone who wanted to submit and fought until her very last breath not to. Her submission would fill my very essence. It would be beautiful. I needed to prove my worth.
She flew at me. Her nails clawed down my face, but I wasn't sidetracked. Not when I was this close. I had one goal in mind. Get her close enough, so I could rip her clothes off. She would hit and jump back. I would take it and pull at her clothing. Not that she was wearing much. I wanted her naked. Blood was dripping off my face and onto the floor. She had flecks on her breasts and underwear. I reached out and grabbed a handful of those beauties. Her bountiful bosom was on display just begging for me to whip them with my cane. I held back a groan at the sight of her light brown nipples standing erect and proud. I reached out and pinched one between my fingers and earned another punch to the kidney for my trouble.
"Stop fucking touching me and let me go, you pervert," she gasped. Her pupils dilated and I could almost taste the fragrant perfume of her arousal in the air.
"If I'm a pervert, then so are you. Although I prefer deviant," I mused out loud. I yanked her body towards mine, uncaring of the blood getting on us, and cupped her pussy.
She was an inferno. Hot and wet like I knew she'd be. She wanted me to fight her into submission and lord knows my cock was on board with that idea.
I went to slip a finger inside her and instead, found myself on the floor. I shook my head in confusion and saw her little ankles running past me straight towards the door. I grabbed a tiny ankle and pulled her towards me, which caused her to face plant on her stomach with a crashing thud. I did what I had to do. No way was I letting her get away from me. She squirmed around until she was on her side and then kicked my face.
"Fucking Christ," I exploded. There was a real possibility I wasn't getting out of this without a mild concussion at least. I sat back on my haunches and dragged her body towards me.
She clawed at the floor, her fingernails trying to find purchase in the carpet to pull herself backward, away from me.
I kept one hand on her ankle and the other, I ripped at the bikini underwear she had on. It was a struggle and her outraged gasps only spurred me on more, but I got them off. Then she was bared to me. Her pussy was without any hair. Something that made me angry, so I slapped it.
"Ow, what the fuck was that for?" she yelled and tried to kick me once more.
It was much harder for her to do with one of her legs in my hand and the other spread out as far as it would go. Which was pretty far because she was very flexible. Something I was going to want to test soon.
"Who are you shaving for?"
