I enjoyed giving Luca pleasure. It made me feel powerful, but it wasn’t just that. I loved how he let loose when I pleasured him with my mouth. It was a beautiful sight.
He trailed his palms up my legs and his fingertips stroked the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, but he didn’t touch me where I needed it, only watched me intently as I squirmed on top of him. “Please,” I gasped.
His finger graced the outer edge of my folds. “Are you begging me? Begging for release?”
“Yes,” I said harshly.
“Don’t you know that begging doesn’t work with me?” he asked darkly, and I almost came hearing his voice.
“Luca, please.”
“Please what?”
I narrowed my eyes but his gaze was dominant and possessive, and my core tightened. “Please touch me, I beg you.”
He slid two fingers into me excruciatingly slowly, and his mouth parted as he watched me. I came hard before he was even halfway in, bending backwards against his knees, whimpering and half-delirious with relief.
Luca moved his fingers in a gentle rhythm as I rode out my orgasm, his eyes moving from my center up to my face.
I rocked my pelvis lightly as he slid in and out slowly, curling his fingers deep inside of me. He pressed his thumb against my clit and thrust harder into me, and I cried out again, unable to hold back my release, but Luca still didn’t ease up. His fingers kept up their sweet torture and I came again, slumping forwards, palms pressed against his chest, panting and perspiring. Luca’s gray eyes held mine.
“I don’t think I can come again,” I rasped, feeling almost faint.
“Relax, principessa. Give it a moment. We need to make up for lost time.”
I leaned back against his legs again, and he kept fucking me with his fingers slowly, without a rush. His stomach was slick from my arousal and his movements made embarrassingly wet sounds. I whimpered and his gaze became impossibly more possessive. It took a long time, but eventually my walls tightened almost painfully and another release rocked through me.
Luca sat up, claiming my mouth, and I held on to him. “Amazing,” he whispered as his lips grazed my tender throat, and all I could do was nod.chapter 24ARIAI rolled over onto Luca’s side of the bed. It still smelled of him, and my heart swelled. Luca had left before sunrise to drive to Washington DC to see if the current Underboss was in control of the situation after Gottardo’s death, but he’d be back tonight. I forced myself to get out of bed because I was actually hungry. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d been hungry in the morning.
When I came down into the kitchen, Demetrio was already sitting at the bar counter, reading something on his mobile, but he rose the moment he saw me.
“I’m not the queen,” I said with a laugh. “You don’t have to get up.”
He eyed me a moment, then sat back down. He was different from Romero. He wasn’t as approachable. I took a tea and a banana, and leaned against the counter across from him. I could see that he wasn’t sure how to handle me. I could only imagine what Luca had told him.
“How long have you been a Made Man?” I asked him, cradling my cup and blowing on it to cool it down.
“Five, no six years now. Got inducted on my fourteenth birthday.”
“And now you are stuck being my bodyguard,” I said curiously. “I bet you wouldn’t have chosen the job.”
He shrugged, but I could tell that I’d hit a nerve. Of course, he’d never say it. “I do what Luca asks me to do. And that he allows me to guard his wife is an honor. It shows me that he puts great trust in me.”
“That’s true,” I said. Especially since Demetrio wasn’t only protecting me, but also our baby. “And you won’t be my bodyguard forever. I hear you are going to become Underboss.”
Demetrio shook his head. “That’s not determined yet. Only if I prove myself. And even then…” He grimaced.
I tilted my head. “Luca doesn’t care that your father wasn’t married to your mother.”
“Others do. She was his affair,” he said with a bitter twist of his mouth.
I’d heard she’d killed herself because of the affair, but I couldn’t ask him for details. I had no right to pry.
I nodded. “Many won’t like to see you rising in ranks. They are the ones you shouldn’t care about.”
Demetrio’s eyes flickered with acknowledgement as if he was starting to see me as a human being, not only a thing he had to protect.LUCAAria was stretched out on the lounge chair on the roof terrace enjoying the first warm days of spring. Her belly protruded unmistakably now, and she was confined to the penthouse most days because of it. So far hardly anyone knew about her pregnancy except for the closest family and a few loyal soldiers.