Page 45 of Stolen Christmas
“Luca, I need you inside me.”
“Part those thighs, baby. I want to be inside you right now, and you’re going to give me just what I want and what we both need.”
She does what I demand, rolling her head back against the shower tiles, moaning her needs. “Please, Luca.” I nudge her legs open wider and lift her up, sliding my cock between her thighs and penetrating her in one swift thrust. I’m claiming my woman for myself because there’s no way I can get enough of her.
Every time I enter her, it feels like the first time. It’s only been about a week, and I’m becoming more and more addicted. If she thought those two days were bad for her, they were pure torture for me. Staying away while I tried to learn more about her and the connection to the Torcello family was killing me. My gut tells me she is innocent in all this shit, but that doesn’t change what I have to do. Keeping my dick away from her made it easier to do the logical shit.
“Mine,” I grunt, pumping harder and harder. Water splashes all over my back as I dominate her body, controlling our pace and feeling the way her pussy locks on to me, gripping me tightly. “Tell me who you belong to. Tell me, Angel.”
“You.” She pants, staring at me with heated eyes.
“That’s right, baby. You’re perfect.” My hand slices through her wet hair and grips on as my hips keep moving, and I drag my mouth down the column of her throat. I need to wring out her orgasm before she steals mine. Every muscle in my body is tight, aching for release that I know she’s going to give me any moment. She has more power over me than anyone has before. She controls me, and she doesn’t even know it.
Her fingernails dig into my shoulders, marking me. “Luca.” Her whispers of my name only get louder as her body tightens, and then I feel her give in.
“That’s it, come hard.” I press my heels against the shower ledge to keep my footing as I let her bounce out her orgasm. “Good girl. Come for me.”
“Luca, damn you.”
“With you, I’m not damned.” I slam my mouth on hers and then crush her against the wall as I flood her with my release. “I’m in heaven.” I fill her up until our release starts dripping out. I slip out of her wetness and decide to wash up in another room in the house. I have to deal with her little brother first before I go any further.
“I guess it’s time to wash up again.” I kiss her forehead and then leave to wash up in another bathroom.
Her brother is my next step; I have to get the little shit ready to see his sister and make sure he behaves. He already betrayed my trust in a matter of minutes, but that wasn’t a problem. See, he ratted me out to the wrong person. He calledhis buddy Fields, who was already being monitored by his superiors, and the call came from inside my home. They are gathering a team to come in tonight to rescue my wife and her brother from a supposed kidnapping.
I walk up to my butler and say, “Have brunch prepared in my sitting room for my bride and her brother, please.”
“Yes, sir.”
I enter the guest bedroom on the first floor where I set him up. It’s a small one and it isn’t the best, but it’s just enough that he can be seen with a watchful eye for the rest of the day, and he’ll think he has some freedom. “Great. What the hell are you doing here?”
“This is my house, after all, you little piece of shit.”
“Oh, so this is your place. This is how you spend your daddy’s money?”
“You’re a fucking idiot. I won’t take your bait, kid. You’re going to behave, and you’re going to be nice to your sister because if she’s upset for any reason, I’m going to take it out on your ass. You talk a lot of shit for someone in a dangerous situation.”
“I’m not afraid of you.” I can see the lie in his eyes.
“You should be, because the only thing stopping me from killing you is your sister.” I grab the little fuck by the collar and get face to face. “And if she’s unhappy for any reason, I’ll change my mind.” Releasing him so he falls on his ass, I step away and look over to Matteo and say, “Take him to see her. I have some matters to attend to.” I walk out of the room and then wait as they leave to head upstairs. Then I call my father. “Dad, have everybody here earlier. The wedding starts in three hours.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. Unfortunately, the timetable has changed due to some foolishness.”
“Well, it’s already moved once. Are we going to have some major problems, Son?”
“We’re going to have a show, but I don’t foresee any major issues. That brother of hers is going to be a real pain in my ass.” Speaking of that little brat, I need to check on them before he does or says something stupid.
“I’m sure of it. We will straighten him out,” he says with a little snicker.
“We’ll have to, because she loves him and he’s the last of her family.”
“Until you start creating some more.”
“I’m working hard on that.” I make my way up the stairs and as I reach our bedroom, I send the guards away with a wave of my hand.
“I’m sure you are, Son. I’m sure you are.”
