12. Mia
12
MIA
L uca shifts beside me, his movements gentle yet deliberate. The weight of his hand sliding up my thigh stirs me from the half-daze I’ve been lying in. My body hums with a mixture of exhaustion and lingering heat from what we did earlier. The memory of him inside me, the way he touched me, still lingers.
I didn’t expect to feel the things I did, and I didn’t expect to want more.
I glance over at him. His eyes are dark with desire again, but softer this time, as though he’s not rushing into anything. But the intensity is still there, simmering beneath the surface, and it makes my pulse quicken. My breath catches when his fingers brush between my legs, teasing, testing, and I can’t help but shiver.
“Luca,” I whisper, my voice barely audible in the quiet of the room. But there’s no fear anymore. That initial terror I felt earlier has been replaced with something else entirely—a hunger I didn’t know existed until tonight.
His lips curl into a knowing smile, as if he can sense how my body is already responding to him, even though I should be too tired, too sore. But the thought of him wanting me again, of him taking me in a way that makes me lose myself, sends a thrill racing through me.
“Still awake?” he asks, his voice a deep rumble as he shifts closer, his hand trailing higher.
I nod, biting my lip as his fingers find the sensitive spot between my thighs, teasing me, making me arch into his touch. I’m still sore, still aching from before, but the need pulsing through me is stronger than the discomfort.
“I want you again,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. “But only if you want it, too.”
There’s no hesitation this time. My body is already answering for me. The way my hips tilt toward him, the way I let out a soft moan as his fingers circle me slowly—it’s all the response he needs.
“Yes,” I breathe, turning to look into his eyes. “I want it.”
The grin that spreads across his face sends a jolt of excitement through me. Luca is confident, commanding, but something about the way he’s looking at me now makes me feel like more than just an object of his desire.
It makes me feel like I have power over him, too.
He rolls over, positioning himself above me, his hands bracing on either side of my head as his mouth claims mine. The kiss is slow and deliberate but filled with heat, his tongue sliding against mine as I lose myself in him. My hands find their way to his shoulders, gripping the hard muscles there as his weight presses me into the bed.
Before I know it, he’s between my legs again, positioning himself at my entrance. The soreness from earlier is still there, but it only adds to the sensation as he pushes into me, slowly at first, letting me adjust. I gasp, my hands clenching his shoulders as he fills me again, the stretch more familiar this time but just as overwhelming.
The pace he sets is slow, almost torturous, each movement deliberate as he thrusts into me. My legs wrap around him, pulling him closer, needing him deeper. The sensation of him inside me, his body pressed against mine, is almost too much to handle. I can feel every inch of him, and it’s driving me wild.
“You feel so good,” he groans, his voice low and rough as he picks up the pace. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he thrusts harder, deeper, his cock hitting a spot inside me that makes me cry out.
The sound that escapes me is pure need, and Luca’s eyes darken with lust at the sound. His pace quickens, his hips slamming into mine as I cling to him, my nails digging into his back. The tension in my body builds with each thrust, the heat coiling low in my belly as I hurtle toward the edge.
“Come for me, Mia,” he growls, his breath hot against my ear. “I want to feel you come again.”
The words send me spiraling over the edge. My body tightens around him, my orgasm hitting me hard and fast. My back arches off the bed as I cry out his name, the pleasure crashing through me in waves.
Luca doesn’t stop. He keeps thrusting into me, riding out my orgasm, his pace relentless. I’m barely coming down from the high of it when I feel the familiar heat building again. He shifts slightly, pulling my legs up higher, changing the angle so that every thrust hits that same sensitive spot deep inside me.
“Oh, God,” I gasp, my hands gripping his arms as I try to hold on. The sensation is too much, too intense, but I can’t stop. My body is reacting to him in ways I never thought possible, and before I know it, I’m right on the edge again.
This time, when I come, it’s slower, deeper, my entire body trembling as the pleasure washes over me. Luca groans, his pace faltering as he thrusts into me one last time, his release coming hard and fast. I feel him pulse inside me, the warmth of him filling me completely, and it sends another thrill rushing through me.
He collapses on top of me, his weight comforting as I struggle to catch my breath. My heart is racing, my body still trembling in the aftermath, and I can barely process what just happened.
For a long moment, we just lie there, tangled together, our breaths mingling in the quiet of the room. His chest rises and falls against mine, and I can feel the rapid beat of his heart. Slowly, the fog of pleasure starts to clear, and reality begins to creep back in.
Luca rolls off me and onto his side, his breathing heavy. It doesn’t take long before it evens out, signaling he’s fallen asleep. I lie there, my body still tingling, trying to process everything that just happened.
A thrill floods through me as I realize Luca came inside me multiple times without protection. The possibility of pregnancy, something that seemed so distant just hours ago, is suddenly very real.
I’ve always dreamed of having a big family someday, like the one I grew up in. Now, that dream could be becoming a reality much sooner than I ever imagined. Luca and I might have just created a child together.
The thought is both exhilarating and terrifying.
As my racing heart begins to slow, I’m struck by a wave of confusion. The sense of finality in having sex for the first time is overwhelming. I was terrified at the beginning, yes, but I ended up enjoying myself far more than I could have imagined. My body responded to Luca’s touch in ways I never knew it could.
But in giving myself to him so completely, where do I now stand with my family? Will I ever see them again? The thought of Sofia, Bianca, and Chiara sends a pang through my chest. What would they think if they knew how I'd responded to Luca?
Would they understand or see it as a betrayal?
There’s a snort, and I turn my head slightly to see Luca turn onto his back. I study my new husband’s profile in the dim light. His face is relaxed in sleep, softer than I've ever seen it.
It’s hard to reconcile this peaceful figure with the man who forced me into this marriage, who'd once kidnapped Sofia and tried to kill Dom.
And yet, he was so gentle with me tonight. Patient. Attentive. Nothing like the monster I’d built up in my mind.
I close my eyes, remembering the way his hands felt on my skin, the way his lips trailed fire across my body. A shiver runs through me, and I’m not sure if it’s from pleasure or shame.
Maybe both.
My thoughts drift to my father. His last wish was to see me happily married, to walk me down the aisle. Instead, I married his enemy’s enemy in a hastily arranged ceremony with no family present.
Have I failed him? Or is this exactly the kind of sacrifice he would have wanted me to make for the family?
I think of Bianca, of how she found happiness with Rork despite their rocky start. Could the same happen for me and Luca? The thought seems impossible, and yet…
In the quiet of the night, I allow myself to really look at my sleeping husband. The strong line of his jaw, the curve of his lips, the dark lashes resting against his cheeks. He’s undeniably handsome. But it’s more than that. There’s a complexity to him that intrigues me, layers I’ve only begun to scratch the surface of.
During our encounter, there were moments when I saw something in his eyes. Something beyond lust or triumph. A vulnerability, perhaps? A longing for connection?
Or am I just seeing what I want to see, crafting a fairytale ending where there is none?
Part of me wants to hate Luca, to cling to my anger and fear, to remember him only as the man who tore me away from my family. It would be easier that way, simpler. But I can’t forget the way he touched me, the way he looked at me.
Like I was precious. Like I mattered.
Is it possible to hate someone and be drawn to them at the same time? To fear them and desire them in equal measure?
As the night wears on, my thoughts continue to chase each other in circles. I think of my family, of the life I’ve left behind. I wonder if I’ll ever see them again, if there will ever be a reconciliation. The thought of never hugging my sisters and mother again, of never seeing Sofia’s or Chiara’s babies, of seeing Cara, sends a sharp pain through my chest.
But then I look at Luca again, and I wonder about the future that lies ahead. What kind of life will we have together? Will it always be like this, a confused tangle of fear and desire? Or will we find a way to build something real, something lasting?
And what if I am pregnant? The thought sends another thrill through me. A child would change everything. It would tie me to Luca irrevocably, for better or worse.
Would it bring us closer together or drive us further apart?
The sky outside is beginning to lighten, the first hints of dawn creeping in. I’ve been awake all night, lost in my thoughts, and I’m no closer to understanding my situation than I was when we first came to bed.
My eyelids grow heavy, the emotional and physical toll of the day finally catching up with me. I want to stay awake, to keep puzzling through my conflicted feelings, but exhaustion pulls at me relentlessly.
As sleep begins to claim me, my last thoughts are a jumble of images and emotions. Sofia’s face, twisted with anguish as Luca took me away. The gentle touch of Luca’s hands on my skin. The dream of a big family, now possibly within reach. The fear of an uncertain future.
I drift off, my mind still swirling with unanswered questions and unresolved feelings. Tomorrow, I’ll have to face this new reality. But for now, sleep offers a brief respite from the storm of emotions raging within me.
In the last moments before consciousness fades completely, I feel Luca shift beside me, his arm draping over my waist. Even in sleep, his touch sends a shiver through me—of fear or desire, I’m not sure. Perhaps both.
And then, finally, mercifully, I sleep.