45. Juliet
Chapter 45
Juliet
Half of me wanted to continue being a sad potato in bed, and the other half wanted to get on my systems to wreak havoc to vent my turbulent emotions. The latter being somewhat productive and distracting, should be the better choice, but wallowing in the depths of shitty feelings while comfortable in bed right now felt fitting.
" Amorina ." My heavy eyes barely managed to find Luciano's lingering figure at the foot of the bed. "Stop. I still see it written all over your face, and I know it's hard, but you need to accept that none of it is your fault." I wanted to snap at him to stop looking at me with his pitying eyes because they made me feel so frustrated.
Yes, none of it was technically my fault, but at the end of the day, if Gale hadn't been with me, then he wouldn't have been shot. Could it have been a chance drive-by? Maybe. However, I wasn't so inclined to believe that because of my connection to Luciano.
If I was supposed to be the intended victim and Gale died in my place—God, I don't know how I would live with that. The shitty fact is that bullet probably was for me. Again, I didn't want to believe in the accidental drive-by theory, given everything. Luciano was a top dog, and if people couldn't go after him, then I was the next best target to cripple him. So, the shooting made sense to me, and if I had been hit, then oh well, at least it would have been better me than Gale.
"Does it ever get any easier?" I asked Luciano numbingly, hugging the life out of the poor pillow I snatched earlier.
Somberly he sighed and shook his head as he rounded the bed and climbed in next to me. "No, and yes. It's never easy to lose someone close to you in this life because they're associated with you, but you learn to disassociate from it and grow numb to it after a while." He didn't sound too happy with the answer he gave me, but I guessed that's how it was. "I really wish I could give you a better answer, but that's how things usually are with mafia life."
Unfortunately, I couldn't help but see the truth of it all, and in the end, I had no one but myself to blame. I chose this life. Luciano didn't force me into it. Hell, he tried to steer me away from it, but I was too stubborn and in love to resist. Even now, the answer was crystal clear: leave. Yet, I couldn't because I love Luciano too much.
He may be wrapped and chained around me, but I was tightly wound around him as well—we might as well be attached to the hip by an unbreakable chain.
Sighing heavily, I replaced the pillow with Luciano, much preferring my human cuddle bear to a feather-stuffed object. "How do I get over this? I don't like feeling this icky." And wallowing around like a depressed sake of shit wouldn't do me any good, either.
"Tuck it in a box and throw it away after you finish grieving." Luciano's chest rumbled with his words, ticking my face a little because I had it pressed firmly against me. "Gale is your first loss, so take your time to let your grief run its course. But don't place any blame on yourself because, yes, again, what happened was very unfortunate, but bad shit happens in this life. If you take everything that happens upon yourself, then you'll end up dead sooner rather than later. Whether by your own hand from your own guilt or recklessness brought on by that same guilt."
Words eluded me as I lay there halfway on top of Luciano, letting his words sink into my mind. "Can we take care of Gale's funeral expenses?" It only felt fair to pay for his proceedings because of how things unfolded with his death. Also, I knew how poor his parents were, so a funeral would be a huge financial hit to them.
"Already taken care of, don't worry." He assured me with a kiss on the top of my head, his hands rubbing slow circles on my back.
"Any luck with tracking down the shooters?" I probably should have taken my mind off the situation instead of diving into it, but knowing myself, my mind wouldn't rest until my questions were answered.
Luciano's body tense with his long breath, and I could see his hesitation plastered across his face when I tilted my head up to look at him. "They'll be awaiting their execution by morning. We tracked them down, and some of the others are going with our men to smoke them out and capture them tonight."
"What if I want them skinned alive and thrown out to the ocean for the sharks to eat them alive?" I shouldn't sound so casual about the gory idea, but they deserved worse, in my opinion.
A satisfied humming chuckle warmed Luciano's body up. "Then I will make sure they stay alive and conscious throughout it all. Would be a nice date out, no? Just us out on the yacht, sipping on some wine and eating a nice lunch while we watch them scream and flail around as the sharks tear them apart and turn the water bloody." He sounded a little too fond of the idea for me to discern whether he was completely serious about making that idea a reality.
"But the smell of blood will ruin my appetite." I pouted up at him, making him laugh softly while pinching my cheek.
Now, I wondered if I was losing touch with reality because I sounded way too invested in this for my own liking.
"We'll be far enough from it all to not smell it. Besides, the scent of the ocean will drown out a lot of other scents, or we can be under the deck fucking while they're dying, drown out their screams with your moans and screams from all the orgasms I'll bring you to." His hand suggestively groped at my plush ass with his words as he looked at me wantonly.
"Luciano!" I gasped mockingly, slapping his chest softly. "What kind of lady do you take me for?" I asked in a voice full of sarcasm.
"My wife, that' s who." He replied cheekily with a grin before kissing me with a chuckle.
"About that," I started after pulling away from the kiss, "I need to talk to you about that."
Luciano's eyes grew a little wary, but he covered it up well with his playfulness. "You want a divorce?" I could hear the dread trembling in his words.
Scoffing, I shook my head and chuckled. "What? No. I told you, you're stuck with me for life, so don't get your hopes up any time soon buddio." Smiling softly, I looked at him with serious eyes. "What if we filed those papers? Become legally married in the eyes of the state and have a ceremony later when I'm done with college and after you actually propose to me like the prince charming you are to me."
Shifting myself up onto him fully, I leaned up on his chest on my elbows. "I mean, I already have your last name. We live together already, sleep together, and love each other, and it's obvious neither of us will leave each other. It'll make life easier for us if we were legally married…" Seeing his blank expression made me backtrack just as fast. "We don't have to if you don't want to. I'll understand if you've changed your mind about me or don't want to jump into that boat with me."
A squeal of surprise preceded my giggle from Luciano's forceful jerk of my body upwards into his smiling lips. "You really think I'd pass up the chance to officially call you my wife?" A huge smile stretched at his lips, one I was sure he couldn't control if he wanted.
For a second, he remained quiet, marveling at me in wonder as he stroked my cheek with the back of his fingers. "I love you, now and forever. And nothing, not even time, will ever change that. The only thing that will change is how deeper my love will become for you with time. We can do whatever you want, amorina , legally marry now and ceremony later, ceremony now then papers later, do everything later, grand, small, just us, whatever the fuck you want. As long as you are happy with no regrets."
Yep. I am in fucking love. Complete love.
Smiling like a goof, I grabbed his face and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. "I want to officially be Missus Juliet Agosti." I giggled against his lips, grinning so happily that I thought my lips would rip.
Sitting up in the bed, Luciano shifted me in his lap, so I straddled him. "Not that I'm not happy because I'm over the fucking moon, but what brought this on all of a sudden? If you're making this decision because of something with Gale's death, then I might have to say no because I don't—"
Shutting him up with a finger to his lips, I smiled and shook my head at him. "No, it has nothing to do with Gale's death per se. I just… We were talking earlier when we got some coffee before pilfering the mall, and he mentioned something that got me thinking. And I was going to bring it up to you, though Gale's death might have sped things up a bit, but my answer hasn't changed."
Relaxing in his lap, I settled my hands against his bare chest because, of course, this hunk of mine slept shirtless. Randomly doodling on his chest with a finger, I lull myself into a warm comfort before speaking up again. "I've kind of gotten used to the thought of you being my husband. All our joking around kind of grew on me. And I like the idea of being your wife… And with Gale's death… If it were me on that operating table, I don't want to leave this world as your girlfriend or die knowing you weren't anything beyond a boyfriend." Okay, saying it all out loud made it all sound stupid, but it made sense to me, which is all that mattered… Right?
"I was going to bring it up to you before I had to submit my papers to college in a month or so… But I figured between now and then, timing doesn't really matter much in terms of making things legal or not." My voice trailed out with my little mumbling ramble as I got lost following the lines of the tattoos on his chest.
Everything came to a screeching halt when Luciano gripped my chin and tilted my head up to meet his eyes. "Would throwing the match to Champion's Lounge be a good wedding present for my lovely little bride?" He asked with a growing grin full of twisted excitement.
"Give me the present first, and then you can file it." I teased with a giggle.
Smiling, Luciano brought me into a heated kiss, sliding his hands down the sides of my body to grip at the globes of my ass, forcing me to press into his growing erection. "Isn't it a little too early to be celebrating, dear husband?" I teased, grinding down against him in slow and deliberate movements.
"It's never too early to make love to my soon-to-be official wife." Luciano gasped out between his chuckles, his hips bucking up against me.
"Touch me, please. Show me how much you love this body of mine." I whispered hotly against his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling myself right up against him. "I need to feel you, please." To sweeten my words, I pressed myself down harder against him with a soft moan. "Fill me."
"Safe-word?" He groaned softly against my lips, his eyes searching mine for any signs of hesitation.
In a confident voice and sure smile, I replied to him, "Tap out, and tap you repeatedly if I can't verbalize it."
An eager, animalistic grin took hold of his face, causing hot pools of excitement to pool at my tightening nipples and aching cunt. "Hope you aren't fond of this new outfit." His heated words washed over my face before he reached over the bed, fishing something possibly between the mattress.
Before I could ask him what he meant, I was shoved backward onto my back, making a winded grunt squeeze out of my body. Next thing I knew, the sounds of fabric ripping cut through the air along with my shudder in response to feeling something cold run against my sensitive skin. "I swear to God, Luciano, that better—holy shit!" I think I rather him have a gun than a fucking knife against me.
"Oh, don't act like this doesn't turn you on." He teased with a dark chuckle, trailing the tip of the blade up the inside of my leg right to my sex. "You're glistening wet right now." Dangerously, the knife hovered above my throbbing core.
Shaky breaths trembled at my chest as I remained deathly still, afraid the slightest movement would cause unnecessary damage to myself. "Do not—ah!" My body arched off the bed at the feeling of something penetrating me.
It wasn't the blade of the knife, thank fucking God, but the handle didn't feel all that pleasant either. "See how easily that slid in?" He teased, slowly moving the handle in and out.
In one sudden movement, he pulled it out and brought the covered handle to his lips, licking off my juices with a feral expression. Then, he leaned over me and trailed a long line from my thigh to my breast, making me shiver from the feeling of my skin being parted by the sharp blade and the sight of my nicked skin beading with spots of blood. "I should carve my name into you, mark you permanently for you and others to see who you belong to." He mused playfully while dragging the flat edge of the blade across my breast and over my nipple.
Shuddering, I looked up at him with trembling excitement as I gripped the tattered dress underneath me. "I'm at your mercy, sir." My body felt like I melted with my words of submission, making me feel vulnerable but happy.
"On your front side, sweetheart." He commanded, dipping the knife under my back and nudging me to move.
Smoothly, I flipped over onto my front side, crawling up to the foot of the bed with some convincing pressure from blade to my back. "Ass up, but keep yourself flat against the bed. I want you to look at us in the mirror, too." Shivers ran down my spine from the contrasting feeling of cold from his blade and hot from his tongue running up along my back.
"Oh fuck…" I gasped at the feeling of his tongue running along the stinging cut of his knife, shuddering when he stopped at my shoulder and assaulted the area and my neck with rough kisses and bites until it looked like I was mauled by an animal.
"I want you to watch yourself come apart on my cock. To see how much of a slut you turn into for me." His smug words were followed by a deep chuckle that caused a gasping moan of arousal to leave me involuntarily.
A sharp gasp and a flinch came from me in response to the sudden slap across my ass from his rough hand. "I said ass up." He growled softly before stabbing the knife down into the bed next to my head.
"It is!" I snarked with a pouting glare, earning a few slaps to my ass in return for my sass. "Jerk," I grumbled under my breath as I arched my back more until it felt uncomfortable.
"Keep up the attitude, and I won't let your ass go unpunished tonight." He warned with a daring look in his eyes, egging me to give him more reasons to punish me.
The smart thing would be not to give him what he wanted, but I wasn't always the brightest bulb in the shed. Also, not sassing him meant listening to him and giving him what he wanted, and I'd get no fun out of it.
So, naturally, I mocked him by repeating his words with some sass sprinkled on, promptly earning a very hard spank that nearly had me screaming. "That the best you can do? You know spanking me ain't gonna get you far." Yeah, and there went my stupid mouth. "I've fallen harder on my ass than how you spank."
That really did it. Regret widened at my eyes when I saw the tick go off in him, turning that fire in his eyes into a blazing inferno. "You are going to regret those words sooner rather than later, you little brat." His excited words growled out of his chest as he grinned at me in the mirror.
"Fuck!" I had no warning before his fingers shoved themselves into my tight cunt, causing me to clench around his digits. "Fuck!" Whimpering, I gripped the edge of the bed as he pounded his fingers into me with no mercy.
A string of curses strained out of me from the blinding pleasure of my mind-numbing orgasm that hit me out of nowhere. The chance to bask in the glowing pleasure of it disappeared before I could consider it because of a sharp sting to my aching cunt. Squealing and gasping, I braced myself against the volley of smacks delivered to my cunt, my hips jerking instinctively to try and move away from Luciano's hand every time it came down on me. I only got a few attempts in before his hand pressed against my lower back, and one of his legs pressed down against the back of my thighs, pinning me down to the bed.
What happened next rendered me speechless. All I could do was hang my mouth open like a dying fish with my choppy gasp as Luciano's finger penetrated my—once—virgin asshole. "Would you look at that? I didn't even need to bring the lube out." He mocked me with a laugh as he slowly fucked my backdoor. "Once I'm done with that lovely cunt of yours tonight, I'm claiming this ass." There was no negotiating from the firmness in his voice, only a mere warning for me to brace myself for what was to come.
"Y-you won't fit!" I whimpered, truly afraid at the thought of his big cock going into my tight ass. "Ah!" Any stupid excuses I had floating around my brain jarred out from the sudden thrust of his cock into my cunt.
This felt so much more than that first night we fucked. For some reason, he felt deeper, almost, and bigger. Lewd sounds of his dick pumping in and out of me with our bodies slapping and the bed creaking from the force of his thrusts filled the room along with my moans. "You… There's no way you can—fuck!" I really should have shut my mouth before I dug my grave too deep. "You can't possibly go more than one round in a night." I managed to strain out between my moans.
It wasn't meant to be a challenge or an uppity statement, more of an exclamation of disbelief, but I didn't blame him for taking it as the former. "Watch me." He growled in my ear with an arrogant laugh before leaning back up and going harder at me.
Oh God, I'm fucked, literally and figuratively.
If I really wanted to egg him on, then I would have made a snide comment about him needing help from a little blue pill, which I was half tempted to do, not gonna lie, but I wasn't that stupid given the shock of everything.
A sob of pleasure gripped my throat as my body ached from the tension of another orgasm hitting me from his cock bullying my sensitive walls. "Luciano! Too much!" I whimpered in slight pain as my body shook from the aftershocks of my orgasm and from the overstimulation.
"You can take it." He stated, making the decision for me with his increasing pace. "You're my good little slut of a wife, so you can take it, and you will take it."
Fuck me.
But that's what I did, lay there and took it all like a greedy, depraved slut.
"That's it, good girl, keep your eyes on us." His praise cooed into my ears, forcing my wandering eyes to focus on our reflection. "Look at that beautiful face of yours. See how it twists with such pleasure from your husband's cock?"
I hated how much of an effect his words had on me. My body practically purred with delight in response to him as another orgasm slammed into me. "Only you though," I admitted in my lustful haze. "Don't want anyone but you."
Don't think I could be with anyone else if I wanted or tried. Pretty sure my damn body was conditioned to Luciano at this point after all we've been through. "God, I love you," I muttered with a dazed-out smile, moaning deeply as my stomach tightened with another orgasm. "Fuck." The room spun as my eyes rolled to the back of my head, my mouth hanging open in a silent scream of bliss as I felt my walls clamp around Luciano's pulsating cock to milk him for all he had to offer.
Pulling out with a groan, Luciano sat on his knees for a few seconds, breathing heavily along with me as I struggled to recollect my scattered mind. Everything came back like a speeding train at the feeling of pressure against my asshole from his finger removing itself. Then, a chill crept up my spine at the feeling and sound of him spitting onto my tight ring of muscles.
"Wait, Luc—ahh noooo." I nearly screamed out his name as it dragged out of me.
I barely got a few swipes of his half-mast cock before he shoved it all into me, only stopping when his hips pressed firmly against the back of my thighs and ass. I guessed the entry was softened by the fact he wasn't fully hard, but that quickly changed after a few slow thrusts because he grew to full size again. Him stretching me out while inside of me didn't feel all too pleasant, but surprisingly, I adjusted faster than I anticipated.
Also, I was surprised at how fast and much I enjoyed it. Yeah, it was an odd feeling to have something up my butt considering anatomy and whatnot, but it wasn't that bad after I somewhat got used to the feeling. And, well, his dirty words helped distract me enough, too.
"Fuck, your ass is so tight and good." At least I could give him a first of something from me. "So hot and soft. Fuck I'm going to fill it up good like your cunt. It's going to be so hot watching you leak my cum from both holes. Really makes you look like my filthy slut." He sounded so drunk and high as he fucked my ass, making me feel rather proud that I brought a mighty man like him down to nothing but a desperate beast in a rut.
Looping an arm under my hips, he kept my backside propped up as he practically laid down on top of me. Like some kind of animal, he rutted his hips into me impatiently with deep groans.
Judging how his face twisted with struggle, I was willing to bet his limit was soon. Granted, he lasted a lot longer than I credited him for. We've never gone for a round two right off the bat like this before. Hell, I didn't think it was possible for him to rebound that fast given his age—okay, thirty-six wasn't that old, but still.
"Coming, sweetheart? I can feel you twitching around me." His teasing words strained out with his labored breaths as he slammed into me harder.
"Yes, can't help it." I whimpered helplessly under him as I felt the claws of blissful rapture grip the edges of my mind, ready to pull me down into the depth of numbing lust.
The crazy part of it all was how I felt it everywhere, my ass and my cunt. I certainly didn't feel anything in my butt when my pussy got fucked, yet it was throbbing and clenching around nothing while my ass was being pounded into oblivion.
"I'll shove a toy in your other hole next time I fuck you." He promised with a weak chuckle before cutting himself off with a strained groan.
Sloppily, his hips jerked to a standstill against me, burying himself as deep as possible to fill my greedy hole with his cum while I hit my threshold and squeezed at his throbbing cock for dear life.
"Slipping." I whimpered with a soft sob as I felt myself falling into a familiar pit.
Kissing my temple, Luciano held me tightly. "It's okay, amorina , I got you. Let go, it's okay, I am right here."
His reassurance was all I needed to let my mind go blank for God knows how long. By the time I came back to reality, I was lying properly in the bed, securely in Luciano's arms.
"Thank you," I murmured, burying my face into his chest before he forced me away to shove a straw into my mouth so I could hydrate—I swear I'm gonna spit it back in his face one day.
"No, thank you for trusting me." He smiled against my lips before kissing me tenderly.
" Ti amo ." The way his face lit up at the two words could put a decked-out Christmas tree to shame when I said the two words.
"Judging by your reaction, I didn't fuck it up too badly." I joked with a giggle as he grinned at me like a goof in love.
"No, it was perfect, amorina ." He whispered against my lips before crushing them in another sweet kiss. " Anch'io ti amo ."