Salvatore(40)

I knew she understood by the way her face changed a little, becoming more hesitant, but her expression told me she trusted me, at least more so than any member of my family. It was a start.

“I’m not saying you have to be grateful for any of it, but neither of us have a choice. We just need to go, to get through it. Just do as I say, don’t make waves. We’ll eat dinner; I’ll be beside you the whole time. Keep under the radar, and don’t give him any reason to have to prove anything. He will not miss another opportunity, Lucia.”

“So do as you say. We’re back to that again.”

She rolled her eyes, but it was all an act underneath which, she was afraid. “Look at me.”

She did, reluctantly.

“I can only keep you safe from him if you do as I say.”

“I’ll try.”

“Are you finished?”

Lucia nodded. She’d eaten half her plate, which was good enough.

“Then let’s go.” I tossed some bills onto the table and stood. “I want to give you a closer look at those things you found in my bedroom.”





10





Lucia




He didn’t try to hide his amusement at my expression when he said that. And if he did it to get my mind off the discussion of the party, it worked because the entire way back, all I could think about was that.

Once inside the house, Salvatore kept his hand at my back and told Rainey and Marco to go to bed. We then went into the living room to grab a bottle of vodka before he led me upstairs to his bedroom.

“Are you still curious?” he asked once we were inside and he’d closed the bedroom door. Uncapping the vodka, he took a swallow then handed me the bottle. Watching him, I did the same, then coughed and handed it back. He chuckled and drank once more before setting the bottle on the nightstand. He dimmed the lights and stripped the bed of its comforter before turning back to me. “Are you?”

“Salvatore—”

He wrapped one arm around my waist and put his forefinger to my lips. “I want you, Lucia. My cock is aching to be inside your warm little pussy.” He kissed me, and I yielded, my body already reacting to his touch, wanting him. Remembering how he made me feel. How he made me come.

His fingers touched my shoulders, and I felt the dress dragged down over my arms and to my waist, leaving my bared breasts pressing against his chest. Salvatore stopped for a moment, pulling back, his dark eyes making my nipples tighten. With one hand, he tugged his shirt over his head. I watched, desire hot in my core as I took him in, his body big, muscular, powerful.

Large hands found my hips as he neared to kiss me again, our eyes open. He pushed the dress down and off. Salvatore stepped back, and I watched him strip off his jeans and briefs, wetting my lips at the sight of his thick cock ready for me.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, reached for the bottle, and drank again. When he held it out to me, I shook my head. He put the vodka back on the nightstand and gestured to my panties.

“Off.”

My pussy clenched. I slid my fingers into the waistband and slid them down and stepped out of them. Salvatore’s eyes went to my pussy, a hunger in his gaze he did not try to hide.

“Come here.” He pointed between his widespread legs.

I went to him, and he took my hands, holding me. “Birth control?” he asked.

I was confused for a moment. “Yes. I…I’m on the pill.” I’d had heavy periods for years and used the pill to manage the pain.

He nodded, his mouth closing around a breast, suckling first then biting the nipple. I gasped, not sure if the pain or the pleasure was the dominant sensation as he drew it out, all while watching me. He repeated the same on the other breast, leaving each one wet, cool in the air-conditioned room.

“Have you ever had cock in your mouth?” he asked, pushing me to my knees.

I shook my head. I was a virgin, he knew that. Placing my hands on his thighs, I eyed his thick cock and licked my lips, preparing.

Salvatore placed one hand at the back of my head. “Lick.”

He drew me forward, and I dragged my tongue over the wet tip, tasting the salty drops collected there. I looked up to find his eyes on me, watching me take him. He guided me down over his length, the skin of his cock soft against the hardness. It made me want, being like this, being made to kneel before him, to pleasure him.

“Good girl, now open your mouth.”

He guided his cock into my mouth all the while our gazes remained locked on each other.

“That’s good.”

He moaned and closed his eyes as he pumped his length slowly in and out of my mouth.

“That’s very good.”

He stood, kept a tight grip on my hair, and held himself inside me.