20. Juliet
Chapter 20
Juliet
The moment Luciano's body tensed up with his release, I panicked and leaned back as I continued jerking off his spurting cock. Amazed, I watched the thick ropes of his cum spray out of his throbbing cock and painted his delicious abs.
My heart raced with excitement and pride as I imprinted the image of Luciano being in a state of breathless bliss in the afterglow of the orgasm that I gave him. This rush was indescribable. The fact I could bring a strong man like him to such a vulnerable state with just my hand was riveting.
I felt proud of myself, shockingly. Initially, touching him felt dirty to me, even just through his pants. Hell, sitting in his lap earlier felt wrong. It felt too bold and lewd of me when I exposed him. Then, I straight up felt filthy when I directly touched his hard shaft. I was about ready to throw in the towel and die of embarrassment when I asked him for help giving him a handjob. Well, I still wanted to give in after he assisted me because of how ashamed I felt.
But something in me just flipped when he started encouraging and praising me. Was it a little strange to be praised for doing something dirty? Yeah, but something about how wrong it was felt right and arousing.
Shoving my worries away, I bit my lip seductively with a smirk as I slid off his lap and leaned down to his stomach. Looking up at him, I carefully swiped my finger through his cum as his lustful eyes looked at me in wonder. Hesitantly, I brought my finger to my mouth, suppressing the nausea that churned up my body at the horrid memory of the men at the brothel.
The men there violated me in so many ways, and forcing their nasty pricks into my mouth was one of those ways, unfortunately. What was even more fucked up was the fact I couldn't escape the rotting taste. Even now, when I felt a little eager to taste Luciano because I truly wanted to, the sight and scent pulled those traumatic memories to the forefront of my mind. I didn't want to feel disgusted with Luciano, but those men ruined it for me.
"Juliet, you don't have to." Luciano's eyes softened with concern as he grabbed my wrist when my finger was shy of my parted lips.
Swallowing nervously, I pulled myself from his grip. "I want to… I want to get rid of their bad taste and replace it with yours so I can try to make new and better memories." I said with a stubborn determination, popping my finger into my mouth quickly before my mind could be changed.
Tension scrunched my face up when the salty, tangy taste of his cum bathed my tongue. Involuntarily, my body jerked with a gag as the memories bombarded me, pulling me back to that night. Unable to help it, I let out a small cry as some tears escaped my eyes.
I needed to escape, get out of my own head.
And the solution to that problem: lean back in and lick up Luciano's cum.
His unique taste pulled me back and kept me rooted in reality. He didn't taste like the other men. He wasn't the other men. Luciano, that's whose cum I swallowed, whose taste I found myself craving more of with each lick.
Luciano's hand slipped against my cheek, his fingers threading through my hair and gripping at it lightly to keep my head still. "Juliet, don't force yourself." His thumb softly stroked my cheek, wiping my tears away. "What is wrong?"
Going against his force, I leaned back down to lick up another line of his cum. "Please, I need this. I need you. You are the only thing that keeps the bad men away." I pleaded softly against him before looking up at him with my teary eyes.
It didn't take long for me to get lost in his amber orbs, my nerves melting away with his relaxing pupil. "You taste good." I let the thought slip my tongue as I savored his lingering taste in my mouth.
Chuckling and smiling smugly, he ran and pressed his thumb against my lips, slipping it into my mouth and sucking a breath in between his teeth when I sucked and licked it. "Then be a good girl and lick it all up." He told me with a cocky grin, pulling his finger from my mouth and grabbing the back of my head to shove my face into his abdomen.
I should feel a little offended by him shoving me around like that, but fuck, it turned me on too much to resist. With a hand on his hip to steady myself, I eagerly lapped up every last drop of his cum before using my other hand to milk out the last of him from his semi-hard cock.
"I can't believe you're still hard," I mumbled my thoughts out loud as I watched beads of his cum squeeze out from the slit of his mushroom tip and pool on his tip. Once no more came out, I leaned down and gave him a long lick with my full tongue and a soft moan.
With a tender smile, he pulled me up by my arms and settled me back fully in his lap before grabbing my face gently to bring me into a heart-stopping kiss. "How are you feeling?" He murmured against my lips while looking at me tenderly.
"Pretty okay… I guess." I answered truthfully in an unsure voice as I played with the edges of his shirt.
Tilting my gaze to his, he looked at me with serious concern. "Do you regret any of it? I need you to be completely honest with me." He demanded with a worried tremble in his voice.
There wasn't an ounce of hesitation with my answer. "No." It was probably the most confident I have been with anything so far in my life after what happened. "I do not regret any second of it. It's just a lot for me to process right now because it feels dirty and wrong but also right and freeing."
Humming softly and nodding in understanding, he pressed a soft kiss against my forehead before sliding me off his lap to stand. "Don't think too much about it, principessa . Don't let the actions of the men in your past jade you because they are nothing but scum." He told me as he buttoned his shirt back up. "If it feels right to you, then it is right. Who gives a shit what other people's outdated or simple-minded thoughts about things are."
Giggling softly, I nodded in response and straightened my outfit back out. "Easier said than done, but I'm trying."
Once he was put back together, he took my hand and led me back out to our seats. The moment we came within sight of the others—Leah, Aidan, and Evie—they all shot the two of us a knowing smirk that made me hide behind Luciano a little before he forced me to sit down in his seat from before.
Confused, I looked up at Luciano with raised brows when he didn't make any indications to take a seat.
Flashing a smile, he leaned down and kissed the top of my head. "I have some business to attend to." He replied, his smile flattening. "Stay with Aidan and Leah."
As if there was somewhere else I would run off to without him. "Yeah, yeah," I grumbled, rolling my eyes and waving my hand dismissively, earning a look of warning from Luciano. "Don't worry, I'll be fine here." I flashed him a quick smile to assure him. "I promise, I'm not going anywhere," I deadpanned playfully with a huff.
Luciano's eyes went over to his two friends, who reassured my safety and waved him off.
After Luciano had been gone for a while, I looked over at Leah and Aidan. "Where does Luciano disappear to?" I couldn't help but worry a little about his missing presence.
"Probably to warm up. Don't worry. He's safe wherever he is." Aidan reassured me with a rather cheeky smile.
A small tug at my sleeve forced my attention to Evie, who leaned toward me. "You're about to see just how much of a beast your man is." She snickered with an excited grin.
And that's what I was afraid of.
What if I didn't like the beast that comes out?
We just had a nice and special moment back there in the locker room, and I didn't want it to be the only one. Nor did I want it to be ruined. I wanted to keep my version of Luciano intact for my own selfish sake.
Honestly, he might not be 'my man' after his match, and that terrified me to death.
Swallowing the nervous lump in my throat, I picked at the hem of my outfit as I zoned everything around me out.
Numbingly, I sat there in a white space until a loud shout of excitement from the emcee jolted me back to reality when my heart clenched in fear.
The emcee's voice boomed and echoed through the speakers with pure excitement that matched his almost crazed look. "The one person all you folks ever come to see at these events! The highlight of the event! Please, welcome!" It seemed like everyone in the place stirred at his words, even Aidan, Evie, and Leah—though they weren't screaming their lungs out.
" Il Diavolo !"
All the spotlights darted over and focused on a hallway, locking onto a hooded figure as they made their way to the cage. A hooded figure wearing something very similar—as in the exact same thing—to my outfit, particularly what Luciano wrapped and fashioned into a dress around me.
Right before they ascended the steps, someone from the side approached them and peeled the robe off to reveal a shirtless Luciano in all his muscular glory. And hot fucking damn, was he fine as fuck! Especially that full back tattoo of his bat wings and the letter L fashioned in a little pointed tail that curved around his waist to his front side. Other tattoos scattered his body, especially his arms, but his back was the main stage.
"Girl," Evie's voice broke through my dreamy daze as she nudged me, "Close your mouth, you're gonna drool." She teased with a soft, snickering laugh.
Instantly, I shut my mouth, which apparently had been hanging open. What made it even more embarrassing was when I caught Luciano's cocky little smirk and wink at me—yes, he looked directly at me and did that. Breathlessly, I smiled unconsciously as I spoke, "If he's the Devil, then he can take me to Hell whenever he wants." Hell, I would go with him willingly.
Damn hormones.
The cage door slammed shut behind Luciano before the other side opened, and three ruffled men in disheveled casual business clothes were shoved through. "Luciano, please, let's be reasonable." One of them began to grin nervously as he begged on his knees.
Like a tiger stalking its prey, Luciano slowly circled around the men, causing them to all cower together at the center of the ring. "I was more than reasonable with you all. I was even generous and gave you all a chance that you fucked up." Luciano's foot kicked out, catching one man's back, which sent him forward to his front side.
Pausing, Luciano let out a long sigh with a fake look of pity. "Not only do you steal from me, but you try to work with the old mafia to get me overthrown." Luciano's voice hardened with anger towards the end as he trudged up to the men, grabbing one of them by the shoulders and hauling them up into a chokehold.
As the man struggled feebly in Luciano's arms, whacking and flailing his arms and legs, Luciano ignored him to look at the other two men. "But, since I am a reasonable man and love a good fight, I will give you all a chance to fight for your forgiveness and freedom." He proposed with a twisted grin.
"If the three of you can knock me out or pin me for ten seconds, then I will consider your slate clean and let you go about your useless, mundane lives." Chuckling darkly, he released the man in his arms and threw him back to the others. "I'll even let all three of you work together."
The fact Luciano was so relaxed and nonchalant about his wager set me on edge. Sure, he seemed like a capable fighter, and I didn't doubt the abilities he boasted about. But three against one? The three men weren't some scrawny or sickly-looking men either. Granted, they weren't buff or muscular, but they were pretty averagely built, so surely they could pack a bit of a punch or kick.
Turning to Aidan, I tugged at his sleeve to get his attention. "That can't be fair. It's three against one." I voiced my concern to him with a worried look.
Chuckling, Aidan smiled at me confidently. "Those three are going to be nothing but a warm-up to Luciano." Placing a hand on my shoulder, he squeezed and rubbed it. "Trust Luciano. He never bites off more than he can chew."
Maybe I should take some comfort in the fact that Leah and Aidan were so calm about this, but my concern for Luciano came almost instinctively. What if this time was the odd one out? What if they managed to gang up on him and beat him to a bloody pulp?
Or worse, to death.