Filed to story: No Escape From The Mafia Kings Embrace
“Fanculo, bambina (fuck, baby girl)”, he groaned. His movements were deliberately slow as his fingers passed between my folds. I moaned at the sensation, making Luca burry his head into my neck. His hands gripped my hips, his breathing heavy. “I’m going to finish washing and rinsing you. But, then I need you to get out of the shower, bambina. My control is slipping”, Luca said, his voice strained.
I swallowed hard and nodded. Luca made quick work of washing the rest of my body down. No longer longering when he rinsed me off. He forcefully grabbed the back of my neck to pull me in for a rough kiss. “I need you to get out of here, piccola”, he said, sounding vexed. I nodded quickly and did as he asked. I wrapped a towel around myself and went into the closet. I chose some comfy sleeping pants, and one of my white spaghetti strap under shirts. I sat on the bed and turned the television on, while I dried my hair. When Luca stepped out of the bathroom, he had a pair of black sweat pants on.
His eyes instantly found mine, the fire in them coming back to life. “Come faro a sopravviere a te? (How am I going to survive you?)”, he mumbled to himself. It’s ironic, because I was getting ready to ask myself the same question. “Can you believe that it’s 4:30 in the morning?”, I asked, groggily. “I know, bambina. You did amazing tonight”, he told me, climbing in bed next to me. “So did you”, I said, curling up in his arms.
“Only because of you, piccola. Get some well deserved rest”, he whispered, kissing my head and then turning off the bed-side lamp. “Goodnight, Luca”, I muttered. “Good night, piccola. Sweet dreams”, he uttered, pulling me closer.
Luca’s POV
When I woke up, the bedside clock said noon. Mara was fast asleep in my arms still. She looked so peaceful that I couldn’t bring myself to wake her. Instead, I laid there and thought about last night. I know what would have happened, had Mara not been there. My brother and Timmy would have died. Franky would have got what he wanted. Mara was right, that would’ve destroyed me.
If not for her, my soldatos would have seen me break. That was Franky’s plan in taking my youngest brother. The most innocent of us all. I could feel my anger rising. I will skin the mother fucker alive for everything that he has done. My heart rate rose with each thought that went through my head.
Mara groaned as her hand touched my chest. “Luca, what’s wrong?”, she mumbled. This woman, right here. “Shh, piccola. I didn’t mean to wake you”, I whispered. “You didn’t, your heart did. Tell me what’s wrong”, she said, sitting up and looking at me. I smiled softly as I touched her chin. “I was just making myself mad thinking about Franky, that’s all”, I answered honestly.
“Was he there last night?”, she asked. I pushed myself up with my hands and rested against the headboard. “No, he is too much of a fucking coward”, I growled. “We need to figure out a way of drawing him out”, she said, stretching her arms. She had better not bring up herself as live bait again, so soon after already mentioning it.
“We will, but for now”, I purred, wrapping my arms around her waist, and pulling her back to my chest. “We need to practice”, I murmured into her hair. Mara whined, “Can we eat first? I’m hungry”, she pouted. “Absolutely, bambina”, I uttered. “Go get dressed and we’ll go down and eat”, I said, releasing her. I watched her cute ass as she walked towards the bathroom. Fuck, I can’t wait to watch it jiggle from the back, as I sink deep into her.
Ugh, I’m going to need a cold shower before I even go down for lunch. I climbed out of bed and stretched my back out, before walking to the closet. Mara stepped into the closet at the same time as I did. “You are so beautiful, bambina”, I said, catching her by surprise. She stopped and stared at me. “Come here, piccola”, I ordered in a gruff tone. Mara walked towards me, her eyes shining with curiosity.She stopped directly in front of me.
I ran my thumb over her lips and across her jawline. This woman is everything to me. How? In just a short amount of time. Her stomach growled, breaking my trance. “I’m sorry, piccola. I’m procrastinating. You can get dressed”, I said softly, attempting to hold it together. That was until she wrapped her arms around my neck and stood on her tip-toes to kiss me.
I met her halfway eagerly. I kissed her like a dehydrated man drinking water for the first time in ages. Mara moaned, as she threaded her fingers into my hair and tightened them. One of my hands was gripping a fistful of her ass, while the other had ahold of the back of her neck. I broke the kiss to continue them down her jawline and neck. Mara moaned again, as she tried to draw herself closer to me.
“You are touching a ticking time bomb, il mia gattina curioso (my curious little kitten)”, I growled against her skin. Mara’s chest heaved, “I like the way it feels”, she whispered. “Dio Salvami (God save me)”, I groaned, placing another kiss on her neck. “What do you want me to, piccola. Because, all I want is to make you mine, period or not”, I hummed. Mara was quiet, as her breathing spun out of control.
“I-I don’t know, Luca. I’m not exactly experienced with this”, she said, embarrassed. I grinned, “I’m well aware of that, piccola. But, you must also know what you want, don’t you?”, I questioned. Mara swallowed hard, “Not really”, she muttered. “Okay, what have I done so far that you liked?”, I questioned. She turned her head away as she answered, “All of it”, she admitted.
I groaned as I put my hand around her throat and squeezed. “All of it?”, I repeated. Mara’s lips parted, as a soft whimper left her lips. “Then you’ll love the things I’m going to show you”, I growled gutturally. Her eyes told me that she wanted to discover those things with me. But unfortunately, right now is not the time. I kissed her one more time, before reluctantly pulling away.
“I need to get you fed, bambina. Or I’m going to feed upon you”, I said, looking straight down at her body. Marabella shuttered, as she stared up at me. “Now get dressed”, I ordered gruffly. “Okay”, she pouted. I swatted her ass, making her yelp and look back at me. “I don’t want an attitude”, I said sternly, raising an eyebrow at her. She nodded softly, as she went over to her clothes.
She put on a pair of blue jeans and a dark maroon long-sleeve shirt that fell off her shoulder. I went with my normal black jeans and black shirt, for around the house. “Let’s go, la mia bellissima moglie (my beautiful wife)”, I said, holding my hand out to her.
