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Luca’s finger skimmed my neck as he gently pushed my braided hair over my shoulder. The only thing I could hear over my rapid heart beat was the sound of the zipper on my dress sliding down. Luca’s fingers grazed my skin, causing goosebumps to break out across my skin.
Luca’s breathing deepened as he traced a couple of the deep scars that I knew lay on my back. “How did you get these?”, he asked through gritted teeth. “It was years ago, Luca. It doesn’t matter anymore.”, I answered softly, watching him now through the mirror. His face contorted, “That’s not what I asked”, he said, looking up at me. I frowned sadly, “I’m not ready to talk about that time in my life”, I whispered. Luca frowned but nodded as he began to slip my dress from my shoulders.
His fingers grazed a sore spot on my shoulder, where his chest had connected with my body. I hissed and pulled away slightly. “There’s one”, Luca said aloud, through clenched teeth. He slid my dress over my hips and let it pool at my feet on the ground. My hands came up to cover my chest automatically.
He skimmed over another sore spot on my hip bone. “There’s two. Turn for me, bambina (baby girl)”, he ordered softly. I shook nervously, as I turned to face him. I felt completely naked, in nothing but a bra and panties, as I stood in front of him. “You don’t need to hide yourself from me, piccola (little one), ever”, he said, pulling my hands away from my chest. He examined my arms, counting each bruise on my elbows.
“There’s five”, he noted, vexed, as he touched the bruise on the front of my hip. He growled lowly, as his eyes raked down my thighs and zoned in on my knees, noticing they were scraped up from the fall. “Go shower, gattina (kitten). Get cleaned up. And I’ll take one after you, after I put cream on your bruises, of course”, he said softly, stroking my hips with his thumbs. I nodded and went into the ensuite bathroom.
After shedding my bra and panties, I went to get into the shower, but stopped dead in my tracks, at the sight of the eight-legged monster that sat perched on the wall. I held my shriek in as I grabbed a towel to wrap around me. I walked back to the bathroom door and opened it. Luca stood at his dresser, his eyes immediately finding mine in the mirror. “What’s wrong, bambina (baby girl)?’, he asked, as he turned to face me.
I frowned and whined slightly, as I bounced up and down on my toes. “Please come kill this spider for me”, I whined lowly. A sexy grin stretched across his lips. “Are you scared of spiders, gattina (kitten)?”, he teased, as he approached me. “Petrified, please”, I admitted with another bounce and look towards the bathroom. Luca chuckled, drawing my attention back to him.
“I watched you kill a man last night, without blinking. But, tonight, you can’t kill a spider?”, he asked, jokingly, as he slipped passed me into the bathroom. I whined again, but didn’t say anything as I pressed myself against the bathroom wall. Luca looked over his shoulder at me. When he noticed how scared I really was, he nodded. “I’ll get it”, he said aloud. Maybe it was to reassure me, but I was more focused on waiting to see it’s dead body. A mental assurance to myself that it’s gone.
Luca used some toilet paper to catch and kill the spider before flushing it down the toilet. “There, it’s dead”, he said, a playful hint to his tone. “Thank you”, my voice was small and cracking. “You’re welcome, principessa (princess)”, he uttered, cupping my face. “Are you okay, amore (love)?”, he asked.
“I had a bad experience with spiders as a little kid and have been utterly terrified of them ever since.”, I confessed. Luca frowned, “What happened?”, he asked softly. I shook my head, “I’ll tell you later, promise”, I whispered. Luca’s frown deepened, “I’m going to hold you to that, gattina (kitten). Shower now”, he commanded gently, placing a soft kiss on my lips. A whine involuntarily left me at the idea of getting in the shower where the spider was. “Do you want me to shower with you?”, he smirked, arching an eyebrow at me. My eyebrows furrowed, as I looked at his chest and pouted. “No”, I mumbled.
Luca chuckled, “Then get your ass in the shower”, he nodded toward the shower, as he started to walk around me. “You can take a shower first, if you want”, I said, trying to get out of it. Luca laughed, “I don’t think so, gattina (kitten). First, ladies first. Second, you are already naked. I am not”, he pointed out. I looked at his bare chest and pouted a little more. Luca chuckled, “You are more naked than I, amore (love). The spider is gone. I promise”, he reassured me, as he placed one more kiss on my lips, before leaving me alone in the bathroom.
Marabella’s POV
After the quickest shower of my life, I dried off and went into the closet for clothes. I chose shorts and one of Luca’s black shirts. I also put a sports bra on so that when I lifted my shirt for Luca I would still be covered. Luca sat at the edge of the bed, waiting for me when I exited the closet. His eyes traveled up my bare legs, and turned a shade darker. I blushed as I pulled the hem of the shirt down to try and cover more of my legs.
Luca quirked an eyebrow as his eyes came up to meet mine. “Come here, piccola (little one)”, he ordered gruffily. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up at the roughness of his command. My legs began moving before my mind could process it. Luca’s hands enclosed around my hips, once I was in front of him. He pulled me close to him, fixing me perfectly between his thighs. “I really like seeing you in my clothes, bambina (baby girl)”, he said, eyeing my body. I nervously crossed my arms over my body. We are officially married. He could do whatever he wanted to me. Something that scares me, yet excites me at the same time. Which is all very confusing.
Luca’s hands wrapped around my wrists, pulling me from my thoughts. I looked over his face, being met with a frown. “You do realize you are covering your clothed body, right? Am I making you uncomfortable, gattina (kitten)?”, he asked softly, hurt laced his tone. I shook my head in denial. Luca sighed, “Piccola (little one), I need words and honesty from you. How else will I know when I’m overstepping?”, he explained gently. “I’ll tell you”, I answered. Luca frowned slightly, his eyebrows creased. “If you aren’t uncomfortable. What’s the matter then, bambina (baby girl)?”, he asked.
I shook my head, “I’m just nervous, I guess”, I confessed. “About what?”, he questioned, gently stroking my hip. “We are officially married and it’s our wedding night-“, I trailed off. Luca smirked, “I told you, piccola (little one), that we wouldn’t do anything until you were ready. I meant what I said, just because we are married doesn’t mean I will go back on my word”, he explained seriously. I nodded in understanding.
Luca reached up and cupped my neck, pulling me in for a slow kiss. “Let me put cream on your bruises, piccola (little one)”, he uttered against my lips. He grabbed my hips to pull me up onto the bed, setting me down next to him. He pulled my legs over his lap and started with my knees. I watched as Luca’s eyebrows furrowed in concentration, as he gently applied the ointment. It was honestly adorable seeing his face that way. I leaned back on my hands lazily, as I observed him.
My eyes began to roam over his bare chest, catching sight of a tribal tattoo on one of his sides and shoulder. On the other shoulder sat another tattoo, ‘Famiglia per sempre’, written in Italian script. I smiled, ‘Family forever’, that’s heartwarming. Luca looked up, catching me admiring him, and smirked. “What has you smiling like that, gattina (kitten)?”, he asked. I blushed as I locked eyes with him. “I like your tattoos”, I said softly. Luca smiled, “Do you have any tattoos?”, he asked, arching an eyebrow at me. “I think you already know the answer to that”, I whispered, looking down at Luca’s hands. He practically saw me naked the first night I was here.
