Filed to story: No Escape From The Mafia Kings Embrace
I kept a close eye on Mara to make sure she finishes her water and doesn’t fall asleep with it. That, and I’m quite worried about her. I wasn’t expecting her to snap at Sergio in the kitchen. Hell, I didn’t expect a lot of what happened today, but it happened. She had held herself together so well after today’s events, that I had forgotten her fragility, until she snapped at Serg.
Even as I held her and she cried earlier, though, it was only a release for her, not a weakness. That is something I’ve come to learn about her. But, I can see that the innocent being disregarded is a trigger for her, and that is understandable, considering how big her heart is. She told me she was too tired to talk about what was bothering her. And I see that, in the way that she is zoned out into the cartoon. She isn’t even laughing at the funny parts.
I sat my empty plate on the coffee table and took Mara’s glass from her hands. It wasn’t completely empty, but I felt satisfied with how much she had drunk. “Piccola, you need to brush your teeth and use the restroom before bed”, I coaxed, as I helped her stand up. She nodded softly and headed toward the ensuite bathroom.
I went into the closet and put on a pair of sweatpants, stripping from the outfit I was going to wear to dinner. The closet door, that connected to the bathroom, opened and Mara stood before me, in only my shirt. My blood immediately pumped straight to my dick, at the absolute innocence that flowed from her. Her eyes were half closed and her hair was messy all the way to her hips. “Bambina”, I mutterd. Her eyes met mine momentarily before she rubbed her hands down her face and whined.
“What’s the matter, piccola?”, I asked, as I approached her and took her face in my hands. “I need shorts”, she uttered softly. I smiled, “No you don’t, my shirt is long enough. But, you do need your hair brushed”, I chuckled. “Go get in bed, bambina. I’ll grab your hair brush”, I instructed, as I nudged her back through the door, after placing a kiss on her forehead.
I was quite surprised that she didn’t argue with me about it. I followed behind her and quickly grabbed her brush off of the counter as we passed it. My hand didn’t leave Mara’s back as I guided her to bed. Poor thing, drug her feet the whole distance. I helped her climb into the bed, subsequently giving me a beautiful shot of her black cotton panties. I had to bite my tongue to hold back my urge to groan at the sight.
I settled on the bed behind her and started brushing the knots from her long curls. Every time a knot got caught, I would cringe, but Mara didn’t budge. I took my time brushing her hair. I was enthralled by how her head would lull with the brush, or she would moan with the right pressure. But, I was also mesmerized by the shine in her silky hair each time I passed the brush through it.
Once I was done, I had Mara lay back on my chest, so that I could still run my fingers through her hair. The feel alone, relaxing me. I played with her hair long after she fell asleep. Stroking her hair, until I lulled myself to sleep.
Trigger warning: BDSM scenes may play out, being too graphic for some viewers. Please read at your own discretion
Luca’s POV
When I woke up, Mara was still laying on my chest, except she was face down, and had her arms wrapped around my torso. I smiled to myself as I reached up and brushed her bangs from her face and kissed her forehead. Fuck, I’m going to love waking up to her every morning.
I noticed the bedside clock said, 7:45am, as my fingers mindlessly combed through her hair. She stirred slightly, as a soft moan left her lips. “Good morning, la mia bellissima bambina (my beautiful baby girl)”, I whispered gutturally, my voice still laced with sleep. Mara moaned again, as she rubbed her face against my chest, snuggling into me, she blinked her eyes twice, before fully opening them and looking up at me. The smile that spread across her pink lips made my heart skip a beat, and my world stop.
“Good morning, Luca”, she whispered. “You look so beautiful”, I acknowledged, running my forefinger along her nose. Her cheeks tinted bright pink and she squeezed her eyes shut. “Luca”, she whined. “Marabella”, I teased, as I wrapped my arms around her. I rolled over, putting her on her back. “I have to tell you how beautiful you are, bambina. How else will you know?”, I muttered, rubbing my nose down the length of hers. “I just woke up”, she pouted. “I know”, I deadpanned.
I connected my lips to Mara’s. She moaned as she kissed me back, her hands came up to my neck to hold on to me. I groaned as I ground my erection against her core. A mixture between a gasp and a moan was drowned against my lips. Her fingers tightened in my hair, making me want to do it again.
Her heart beat wildly against mine. With my hips firmly against hers, I could feel the heat of her core through her cotton panties. ‘God, it would be so easy to just slip right into her’. I groaned and my hips twitched involuntarily at my own thought, grinding into her once again.
“Luca”, Mara whimpered against my lips, as she tried to push on my chest. I pulled back, allowing her some space,but not too much. Because, fuck, I want to crowd her. Invade all her senses, until I’m all that’s sketched into her brain. I want her as distracted by me as I am her.
“I’m sorry, piccola. You are just so intoxicating”, I growled, burying my head into the crook of her neck and inhaling her intoxicating scent, deeply. Mara’s fingers combed through my hair, and gently stroked down my neck to in between my shoulder blades. A shiver passed down my spine, and I moaned, as I kissed the soft spot on her neck. “I could lay like this all day”, I mumbled against her skin. “Me too, but I have class today”, Mara said softly. My movements stilled, as I pulled back to look at her, a frown on my lips.
“You want to go to school, after what happened yesterday?”, I questioned, completely skeptical of the idea. Mara’s frown matched my own. “I can’t miss school, Luca. I will lose my credits”, she argued. “Are you sure you are okay to go, mia Bella? I am worried about you”, I said sadly, my eyebrows furrowing with fret. “Yes, I’m okay, really”, she answered softly. I didn’t feel like she was lying to me, but something was still bothering her.
