Chapter 21 #2
When she’s done, she climbs down and sags against my chest, an adorable giggle leaving her lips. I kiss her and she tastes herself on my tongue, moaning into my mouth, sucking on my tongue like she needs more.
“I have a gift for you,” I say as I sit up.
Her eyes light up. “What is it?”
I find the package that was delivered earlier today. I’m not sure how she’ll react but buzzing energy courses through me. I hand her the gift and she opens it, her eyes widening with shock. Then she laughs so hard, she starts to cry. A dazzling smile splits her face. I can’t stop staring at her.
“You got me a monster cock?”
“Yes. And there’s more.”
I open the second package and install the silicon monster peen that looks like a tentacle with a tapered tip on the black strap. Her jaw unhinges comically. “You got me a strap? Are you into tentacle porn, piccolo?”
“No,” I chuckle. “You’re going to be the one riding that monster dick for me.”
“How did you even know something like that exists?”
“I hacked into your e-reader and read all your favourite monster romance books.” I shrug, but the tips of my ears heat at the admission.
She gets off the bed and swaggers to me, lush hips moving side to side enticingly before she wraps her arms around my neck. “How did I get so lucky?”
“I’m the lucky one, ru?ica moja.”
“Shall we try it?”
Her breaths quicken, coming out like little pants.
She’s still naked in front of me and I glide a finger against her seam, finding her wet still.
She nods enthusiastically. I take her lips with mine, pouring how perfect she is into the kiss.
It’s start reverent and turns dirty quickly as she climbs on top of me, her wet pussy grinding against my cock.
“Wait, I need to attach the strap.”
I slide the black strap around my left thigh, setting the dildo up midway so she has enough space to ride it.
Her eyes light up with excitement and she licks her lips.
Then, I sit against the headboard and ask her to get the lube from the bag.
Pouring a generous quantity on the monster cock, I lather it and she watches like this is the best show she’s ever watched.
Her chest is pink with anticipation and I can’t wait to see her try to take the ten-inches colourful toy into her pretty pussy.
I spurt more lube into my hand and use it on her, caressing her clit enough to have her gasping for air. She pouts when I stop and I snicker.
“Enough, greedy girl. Next time you come, it’ll be with that monster dick inside you and my name on your lips, got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
She climbs over my leg and hovers over the tip of the toy. “Tell me how it feels.”
“It’s… It’s different. The ridges are thick and I’m a little scared.”
“You aren’t scared, baby. You’re excited. Can you take a few inches for me?”
She nods and drops down on the toy, the very tip of the tentacle disappearing inside her pussy. My heart goes on overdrive, my cock bobbing against my stomach at the sight of her perfect body taking my gift inside her. It’s sexy as hell.
Her head drops back and she moans, frowning, but not with discomfort.
“Whenever you want to stop, stop, Lu.”
“I don’t want to stop,” she whines. “It feels too good.”
Using my shoulders as leverage, she continues her descent on the tentacle, panting and gasping. I lazily stroke my cock and her eyes snap open, her hand replacing mine.
The closer she gets to the bottom, the more girth the toy has, spreading her puffy pussy lips obscenely around it. My throat dries. I’m not inside her but it’s as if I were. I can almost feel the clench of her cunt against the toy as she struggles to take it.
“Fuck, you’re doing so good, Lu. You look so gorgeous like this, full of cock and ready to take more.”
She mumbles to herself, lost to her pleasure, and cries out when I use my thumb to gently rub her clit. “Toma!”
My name in that raspy tone that tells me she’s close is my favourite sound in the whole fucking world.
I swear when she retaliates by playing with the piercing at the head of my cock. My vixen girl has ideas and isn’t shy to share them.
“I want to come with your cock in my mouth, coming down my throat.”
“Fuck, Lu.”
“Slide the strap down your shin and give me what I want, piccolo.”
If I thought I was enamoured with her before, it has nothing on seeing her own herself, demand what she wants, confident and taking.
I obey her, fumbling the clasp to readjust the dildo on my shin while it stays snuggling into Lucie’s pussy. She’s taken half of it already and starts to ride it up and down in short motions that have her moaning.
Her ass bounces as she keeps riding the toy, and when her lips wrap around my hard dick, I’m done for. I hold her hair before pushing her face down deeper. “Tap my thigh if it’s too much,” I manage to croak as I throw my head back and fuck her mouth from beneath.
Her moan vibrates across my skin, shooting fire into my veins.
“Fuck, you feel so good. So perfect for me.”
I explode in her mouth, groaning and calling out her name, whimpering with how good it feels.
I’m dizzy with the force of my orgasm when she comes up for air and uses my stomach as leverage to fuck herself on the toy at crazy speed, flicking her clit roughly.
She trembles and rakes her nails on me when she comes all over the monster toy that’s almost all the way inside her now.
She’s magnificent, wild with abandon. A goddess made flesh.
And I’m Hades dragging her down to the underworld with me. The Beast keeping her captive.
She winces with discomfort when she removes the dildo from inside her.
Is it strange that I’m proud of how much she can take?
Is that a kink for me? Seeing her take a massive, weird-ass shaped toy inside her like a champ and coming all over it while sucking me dry has to be a fetish. At least it is for me.
I arrange her on the bed, pulling the cover over her body and getting up to find a washcloth.
When I’m done, I gather her against me and she sighs contentedly.
I will never get enough of those little, post-orgasm sighs that tell me she had fun, she’s satiated, happy and ready to warm my cock all night.
I shouldn’t get too used to having her in my arms but I’m unable to resist.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say. She smiles, yet the playful energy she exuded this evening transmutes to something else. “What’s wrong, ru?ica moja?”
“Nothing.”
“Nope. Not with me. Tell me.”
“I wanted to tell Mina. About us. About what we did in the woods. I wanted to gossip about how you cook for me, and how you’re amazing and take such good care of me. About that monster cock.”
Something foreigns blooms inside my chest, before the crushing reality of how unworthy I am assaults me once more. My brain is giving me backlash. I kiss her hair. “You miss her.”
“Yeah, I miss her. She was my only friend. And now she’s gone. Like everyone else. I understand why she had to go into hiding, but it doesn’t make it any less hurtful.”
“What do you mean ‘like every body else’?”
This is what I always suspected about Lucie. She hid behind smiles. I thought it was because she was a perfect mafia princess, bred for this life and very aware of her role to play, the dutiful daughter. And maybe part of it is true, but it’s not all of it.
Lucie sniffles but turns into my arms, eyes lined up with unshed tears. Like she’s already cried too much and there’s very little left.
“I told you how my parents died when I was twelve. They were executed in a mafia war against the Russians.”
I tense. Knowing that, it makes me want to punch Dante even more for how he made her marry a Russian man.
“Aleksei’s different,” she says, aware of where my mind went.
I’m transparent with her always, and she’s learnt to read me in seconds in the past few days we’ve been holed up together.
“I don’t hold a grudge against him, you know.
He killed his father. That’s who was responsible.
Anyway, after my parents died, I was sent to France to another branch of the Cosa Nostra.
My uncle thought it was dangerous for me to remain in London.
I was so scared my adoptive father would hate me and either leave me or die, that I…
I don’t know. I guess I just made myself into a perfect daughter and soldier so it would never happen.
I was sure my parents only died because I was not a good daughter. ”
Her mouth trembles and I pull her into my chest. I’ve been beaten, burnt, cut and abused by my father and my brother for as long as I can remember.
I’ve become hardened by the hardships of growing up hated and unwanted.
Yet, her story has my soul breaking. I would never break for myself.
But for her, I’d lay it all down to protect her heart.
“Your adoptive father loves you,” I say weakly, unsure how to tread.
“He hasn’t answered my texts in weeks. I knew it would happen but with Mina gone now, and my friends back at home, too… I just feel like that’s what happens to me.”
“Have you asked Dante about your dad?”
“No, why?”
“You know the war brewing on the horizon. If your father isn’t answering you, it must be to protect you. He’s probably moving against the Petrovs, along with Dante and their allies.”
She wipes the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, straightening in bed like fire is singing in her blood. Defiance mars her features. “They should tell me.”
“You told them you wanted nothing to do with the mafia anymore,” I remark. She avoids my gaze, her brow drawn down like she’s thinking hard about something. “What’s going through your pretty head, Lu?”
“I thought I wanted nothing to do with the Cosa Nostra.”
“But you changed your mind.”
She shakes her head and pulls her knees to her chest, like the revelation is too big and she needs comfort. I’m right here with her, ready to give her the space or embrace she needs.
“Yes. All my life, I’ve done what I thought was expected.
The little girl who lost her parents in a mafia war should want to be away from more heartache, right?
” She pauses before starting again, her eyes ablaze with vivid passion.
“I don’t want to be away. I don’t want to smile when I’m mad or hurt.
I don’t want to let people take advantage of me or my money. Fuck, how stupid I’ve been.”
“Hey, none of that, love. You’re not allowed to be mean to yourself.”
“People have smiled at me then taken from me for so long, and I just let them. Fuck, I let my cousin who vowed to protect me marry me to a man I didn’t know. I love both Aleksei and Dante but I still want to punch them in the fucking face.”
I smirk. “I’ll hold them down for you.” I kiss her brow and wait for the next part of her speech, eyes following the warmth on her cheeks. She looks like revenge and fuck if I don’t want to fall to my knees to pray to my new God.
“Thank you, piccolo. I want the power that comes with being who I am. I want the revenge against the people who hurt my family. And I want to wear pink doing it.”
“You’ll be the prettiest assassin the Cosa Nostra has ever known.” She smiles then, beaming with my support. “They’re never going to know what’s hitting them.”
The corners of her lips stretch into a slow, smug smile and gosh, I’m a goner for her. No matter what, I’ll make sure I become worthy.
“What about you? What do you want to do?” She asks softly and I tense. I expect her to dismiss her question and tell me I don’t have to answer but he doesn’t, remaining silent to allow me to find the words.
I rarely think about my mum, what I lived through.
“Anything as long as it has nothing to do with my brother.”
“Okay.”
There’s no judgement in her beautiful eyes. I take a fortifying breath.
“My father was a monster. Abused me and Petar, my brother, for years. My brother turned exactly like him. Maybe worse.”
“But you didn’t?”
“My mother was kind to everyone. Most of her clients really liked her, not only because of the service she provided but because she was always welcoming, warm. She’d listen to them.”
“She sounds like she was an exceptional woman.”
I swallow around glass, feeling like the kid I was all those years ago. In shock, scared by the man who kept him small and was cruel. I always tried to justify it, but he was simply deranged.
“We were still poor as fuck, and she thought my father would take us in, maybe even help her find more work at one of his brothels. That’s how she got pregnant originally.
Anyway, after she died, he took me in. My saving grace was Petar.
But my father started to pit us against each other, so none of us would find comfort in the other.
I think he was scared one of us would kill him. ”
“Did you?”
“No. Petar did. But he got darker after that. Took over the business. His whole life revolves around how humans are just animals to be traded, beaten, and degraded. So I left.”
She doesn’t give me any words of grief and sorrow. Because even if the emotions takes on a different shade in our hearts, we don’t have to speak to share it. And words won’t help heal it. The only thing I know is that something beautiful grows around it. It doesn’t get smaller.
Lucie slides closer to me still, laying her head against my chest. We trace each other’s scars with soft hands.
“How did you get this one?” She asks as she glides her delicate fingers against a nasty scar on my chest. It looks like an animal ripped me apart.
“This is what earned me my nickname.”
“The Beast?”
“Yeah.” I hesitate. I promised her I’d always tell her the truth. “My brother had me fight in a pit. The man I fought against had long nails, like he’d been kept in a cell for so long. I killed him with my bare hands. It was him or me.”
We let silence grow between us as if it could heal us. Maybe it can’t but we can save each other. Heal each other. The organ inside my chest does a weird flip inside my ribcage.
I’m in love with Lucie Ventura. I fall asleep with more fear about losing her as the realisation dawns on me.