“Why?” I asked, looking up at her, her scent intoxicating.
“I want to taste you.” She pushed herself up on her elbows. “Please.”
I nodded and lifted her slightly, lying on my back and setting her on my hips so she straddled me. “Does it hurt?” I asked.
“Huh?” She seemed confused.
“Your ankle?”
She shook her head.
With my hands on her hips, I guided her folds over my cock.
“I want to taste you,” she said.
“Patience.” I smiled, liking her greedy, a little dirty. I’d corrupt her, and I’d make sure she loved every minute of it. “Turn around, and put your knees on either side of my face.”
She hesitated only for a moment before turning, presenting me with her beautiful ass, then, her gorgeous, dripping cunt just over my face. She lowered herself to her elbows, and I pulled her to me, pausing to bite my lip when she flicked her little wet tongue over the tip of my cock before sealing her lips around it.
“Fuck, baby.” I brought her to my face, tickling her with the little bit of stubble I needed to shave off. I dipped my thumb into her wet cunt before sliding it up to her asshole and pressing there, not penetrating, not yet, only holding it there as I tickled her clit with my tongue while she went to work on my cock.
I’d only ever been with experienced women. Having Lucia’s innocent mouth on my cock made me heady. What she lacked in experience, she made up for with lustful enthusiasm: sucking my cock, licking it, taking me to the point she gagged, all while I teased then sucked her clit and slid another finger into her cunt while my thumb kept its pressure on her ass. She arched her back, moaning, as she worked me with her hand, like she’d watched me do, and sucked. My cock swelled even thicker. When my release was moments away, I closed my mouth around her clit and sucked hard, penetrating her ass with my finger as I did. She cried out, the sound muffled by my thick, throbbing cock, and she stilled when I came, emptying into her mouth while she throbbed around my finger, pressing herself into my face, squeezing every ounce of pleasure from my tongue.
A moment later, Lucia lay beside me spent, her hair splayed out on the pillow, some of it falling on my face. She turned to me and slid one leg between mine.
“I liked that,” she said, kissing me.
“I’m glad, because I’ll want your little mouth around me often.” I checked my watch. They’d be here in twenty minutes. All I wanted to do was hold her, stay here with her, but I had to take care of business. “Go to sleep, Lucia.” I climbed out of bed and covered her with the blanket.
She shook her head and rose up on an elbow.
“My sister, Salvatore.”
“She’ll be fine. But if she orchestrated Jacob’s kidnapping, she’ll need to answer for that.”
“You’re not going to let anyone hurt her.”
It wasn’t a question, but I answered it anyway. “No. I’ll keep her safe. My intention is to keep everyone safe and end this.”
“I want to be there with her.”
“I want you to stay out of family business.”
“My sister is my family.”
I shook my head, my tone harder when I spoke. “Your sister is in over her head, and I want her out of it too. Can I trust you to stay here, or do I have to bind you?” I needed her to know this conversation was over.
She glanced at the restraints, perhaps remembering how easily I could do just what I said.
“You make me really mad,” she said.
“Mad I can handle. I just need you safe.”
She nodded.
“I need to have a shower. Stay.”
“Can I at least call Izzy?”
“That’s okay by me.” I tossed her my phone and walked into the bathroom to have a quick shower before everyone got there. It was going to be a long night.
I wasn’t surprised when Dominic didn’t show up.
I also wasn’t surprised to find Lucia making her way down the stairs, dressed, clumsily working her crutches.
My father and Roman stood in the foyer watching her, my father looking at her with tired eyes rather that the contempt he normally showed. I walked up to her with a look that said I’d deal with her later, but when I tried to take her crutches and carry her down, she refused.
“I’m not an invalid. I just need to get used to these. Besides, my ankle can take a little weight.” She flinched as she demonstrated putting a bit of weight on it.
“Pigheaded.”
I walked the steps with her to make sure she didn’t fall. By the time we got down, Natalie walked into the house with a sleeping Jacob in her arms.
“Father, Roman, why don’t you go ahead into the dining room.”