Chapter 21
Romero was finally able to somewhat relax once the evidence was fully removed from the house and his doubled up bodyguards were posted around the house.
He could smell traces of her intoxicating perfume along the path she took up the stairs, following it like a wolf hunting prey until he was at their bedroom door.
Looking down at himself, he frowned. She wouldn”t like the sight of this. But he prayed she wouldn”t run from him, screaming.
He needed her softness after what he did to Jr.”s assassin.
Romero opened the door, finding a soothing melody playing on the record player.
He purred.
She’d listened.
Lucrezia wasn”t there, however. He could hear movement in the bathroom, and the sound of the water running. Was she bathing?
He shut the door, locked it, and made his way to the bathroom.
His wife was leaned over the tub, turning off the water, and lining up the different bath products along the wall ledge.
When she stood straight, she must have seen his horrifying reflection in the mirror.
She jumped but immediately smiled.
”Daddy.” To his joy and relief, she hurried to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her sweet face in the crook of his throat.
Romero encircled her with his exhausted arms and inhaled her scent. He imagined it breathing life and flowery goodness into the recesses of his dark mind, purifying his brain until only she remained.
”Sweet piccola perla,” he breathed into her long hair.
”I drew a bath for you. Do you want to get in?”
It sounded like the most heavenly thing in the world at that moment. He wouldn”t be able to refuse even if he tried.
Romero managed a nod, his eyes growing heavy-lidded as the energy from the night”s events began decreasing.
His little wife bit her lip innocently as she undid his belt buckle and kneeled while peeling his pants off his body.
Jesus Christ Almighty, Romero could watch her on her knees all day.
His body began responding to her care as his cock hardened and his pelvis tightened.
She did her best to avert her eyes, but she knew.
Lucrezia led him by the hands to the tub, guiding him in.
What followed was nothing short of perfection.
Lucrezia allowed him to soak while attending to his care.
Her fingers worked the shampoo over his scalp, gently massaging in circular motions. He mourned the loss when she rinsed it but grew to enjoy how she meticulously washed his body.
Lucrezia said nothing, nor did he. Words, he supposed, weren”t needed right now.
She pressed both of her hands to his chest, working the lather over him and letting them dip beneath the water.
Her eyes fell to him when she felt the hardness she found there.
Romero hissed when she wrapped her delicate hand around his length.
Lucrezia smirked, knowing that he was coming back to her slowly but surely.
His little girl washed his thighs, calves, and even paid special attention to his feet.
Once she was done washing, she knelt by the tub and at his side.
”Do you want a cigarette?” she asked softly, preparing to move and procure one from his pants pocket.
Romero”s hand shot out of the water and landed on her forearm, stopping her from leaving his side.
”No.”
The word came out more curt than he intended because she froze with a worrisome look on her face.
”I need nothing else but you.”
Lucrezia smiled and returned to her place, running her hand over his wet hair and combing her fingers through.
Once Romero managed to find words, they spilled out of him.
He told his wife everything.
About tomasso, the debt he owed Big Sal, what happened to himself and his mother when Esposito wasn”t paid. Everything.
Lucrezia listened silently with her eyes downcast on her lap, her fingers still in his hair.
After a few moments, her shoulders rose and fell with a ragged breath.
”Did he talk? Did he tell you what Sal”s son wants with us?”
”Me, perla. Not us. You have nothing to do with this.”
His wife scowled.
”I beg to differ because there were bullet dents in the car where I would have been sitting. He shot at both of us. So again, what does he want with us?”
Romero sighed, rubbing his temple. His little girl was right.
He could have used that cigarette after all.
”I don”t know. Tomasso paid Big Sal what was owed to him. Months too late, yes. But he paid him. The matter should have been closed then.”
”There”s something else. There has to be. And I think it has to do with me.” Lucrezia whimpered.
”He shouldn”t have had the faintest idea who you are. I kept the news of the wedding close to the chest. And anyone in attendance were the closest family and friends.” Romero clenched and unclenched his fist by the outer edge of the tub.
”People talk. The wrong person could have overheard. Before we know it, there”s a price for our heads.”
Romero cringed. This sort of talk was never supposed to reach her ears, and this violence was never supposed to touch her.
Yet, here she was sitting by his side in bloodstained bath water, caring for him like a king when he was the reason she was in this entire mess.
He felt his length engorge beneath the water as he watched her continue to care for him. A rumble began in his chest that surely thrummed beneath her hand as she pressed her palm there.
”I won”t leave you.” His little girl inched closer.
”Leave me?” Romero cocked his head and took hold of her hand. That very thought filled him with dread.
”Whatever strategy you conjure up to deal with this, it can”t involve you sending me away for safekeeping. I won”t leave this house or your side.”
She narrowed her beautiful eyes, commanding him with those earthy pools like she was meant to do so.
”I would never do that, Lucrezia. Your home is here. With me.” Romero squeezed her fingers, but she pulled them away as she folded her arms.
”Good. I”m just making sure you know that”s where I stand.”
Romero raised a brow, now painfully hard.
”Oh, you”re making sure I know, perla?”
Romero slowly stood to his full height from the tub, watching as her head tilted obscenely far to follow from the floor.
She chose not to rise with him. Instead, she crab-walked out of the bathroom with a hint of a smirk as Romero stalked her like a ravenous beast.
She bit her lip, continuing her little tease.
Still soaking wet and lightly stained with his victim”s blood, he pumped his length at the swollen head. She would have seen the salty globe of precum leak out.
Lucrezia stopped inching away from him when he lowered himself to the ground with her, but when he crawled close, her pointed heel planted on his chest, stopping him from touching what was his.
”Not yet,” she purred.
He inwardly roared at being kept from touching his wife”s body, but Romero was intrigued by her little game.
Once she was sure he wasn”t going to leap for her at the first given opportunity, she removed her foot and placed it back on the ground. Her thighs opened as she leaned back on her hands.
Romero growled as her musky scent filled his lungs. She was just begging for that underwear to be ruined, along with so many others.
”You want it, Daddy?” Lucrezia”s tongue darted between her pink lips.
”Oh, I fucking want it,” Romero snarled as he got on his hands, preparing to pounce.
”How badly?”
”You know you”re inching your way toward another spanking for playing with Daddy like this, perla,” he warned.
”Ohh, so scary.”
Romero found himself baring his teeth, running his tongue over his canines at her insolence.
”You haven”t seen scary, little girl.”
Lucrezia rolled her eyes as she began slowly inching her way from him again.
”You are bound and determined not to be able to sit tomorrow, aren”t you? You think it”s wise to provoke a man you know can do terrible things?”
She pursed her lips, which he was trying hard not to linger on too long. He ached for his cock to be between them again.
”This man in particular can do terrible things, but not to me.” She shook her head with a mischievous grin.
”He will do something terrible if you don”t stop resisting and running from him. He might use you right here on this floor.”
His little girl finally stopped.
”Oh, you think this is running? No, no. This is running.”
Before he could react, Lucrezia lithely shot up and began sprinting in every corner of the room, faster than he could comprehend, still in her heels.
She bounced from one area to the other like a wrestler in a boxing ring, averting him at every chance.
At one point, she pounced on the bed and rolled her way to the other side like some action picture star.
”Keep it up, Lucrezia. I can do this all day.”
He outstretched his arms, waiting for her to try and sneak by him again.
By now, her chest was rapidly rising and falling, running out of breath as she took refuge behind her changing screen.
”But this is so fun, isn”t it?”
She swayed her hips as she began undressing, peeling her dress off her body, and throwing it over the screen.
”It won”t be fun for you with my belt across that ass,” Romero growled, getting closer. ”Remember what happened the first time you played this little game with me?”
”You hauled me over the kitchen table and spanked me?” Lucrezia teasingly pulled the rest of her layers off her body and released her garters from her stockings.
She balled the material up in her fist and tossed it at his chest.
Oh, she was so fucking in for it.
Romero lunged, knocking her changing screen over as he hoisted his bride over his shoulder.
She kicked when he gave a few good swats to her cheeks.
When he set her down on the bed, she made a weak attempt at spinning around and trying to crawl away, but Romero grasped her by the ankle and pulled her right back to the tune of her happy squeals.
”Looks like you need to be reminded who”s in charge, la mia perla. You have a punishment coming, remember?”
She groaned, remembering how she spoke to him earlier.
Lucrezia craned her neck to look at him with a pout, but it would offer her no solace while positioning her exactly where he wanted her. Flat on her back with her thighs parted.
She shot him a confused but intrigued look as he procured some ties from his drawer, wrapping them in both fists and giving them a solid pull.
He nodded, satisfied that they would hold his wife.
Romero set about tying each of her ankles to the bottom posters of the bed and securing her wrists above her head.
Lucrezia snapped her teeth at his breast when he leaned over her to check them.
With a chuff, he applied pressure to her cheeks with his thumb and forefinger, removing any chance of her nipping at him again.
”Abbastanza.” Romero devoured her lips, sweeping his tongue into her mouth without asking permission. If she tried to bite him again, it would only add to what he was about to do to her.
Once she had him atop her, she attempted to wrap her bound hands around him. As if it would help her get out of this punishment.
Romero pushed them back to the bed, hissing another warning in Italian.
He continued with his kisses, trailing down her jawline, throat, and chest. His tongue found the valley between her breasts while he roughly cupped the perfect mounds in his hands.
Lucrezia arched her back up to him with a smile on her face.
”Oohh, Daddy.”
”Mhm?” Romero moaned with her raspberry peak in his mouth, swirling his tongue.
When he grazed his teeth over the sensitive skin, she jumped beneath him, and he repeated on the other side.
He slapped the other neglected breast to hold her attention.
”Daddy!” Lucrezia”s head lifted.
”Yeah, that”s right. I”m your Daddy. Me.”
Romero mouthed her nipple, continuing to slap the opposite breast until the skin pinkened under his hand.
”Oww!” She hissed.
Romero worshiped her breasts. He bit and slapped until he was satisfied that he had marked her enough, nipping one more time at the underside when he moved to her belly and hips.
He pressed his face in her abdomen and inhaled, wishing God would grant him the power to feel or sense life within her.
Romero prayed he had given her a child.
Like a ravenous wolf, he bit down on her hip, making his wife squeal in slight pain.
He felt Lucrezia attempt to sit up, but he shot her a warning glance from her other hip, raking his nails down her stomach.
”Down,” Romero snarled.
His little girl submitted and undulated her body, letting out a slow, sensual breath.
Without warning, Romero dropped himself from the bed and pulled her hips with him.
Now, her knees were bent and her thighs were spread, effectively leaving her at his complete mercy while her ankles were still tied.
He was between her legs before she could react.
Lucrezia tasted so fucking sweet. So utterly his and his alone.
She purred as she tried pushing herself into his face more and more, but Romero only delivered slight pressure, just barely flicking his tongue over her little button. He enjoyed watching her dance under it.
”Daddy, please!”
”Please, what, piccola perla?”
”Please, make me come!”
”You want to come?” Romero applied slight pressure between her legs with the flat of his hand, not giving her nearly enough to get her over the edge but enough to make her squirm.
”Yes!”
”Are you sure that”s what you want, little girl?”
Romero smirked as he concentrated on her clit, letting her have the pleasure she wanted for a mere five seconds before stopping.
”No, noooo!” Lucrezia looked down at him, desperate and panting with wide eyes.
”No, you don”t want to come?”
”No, I want to come!”
”Ah, I see, you don”t want me to stop.”
”Yes, damn it!”
That little snark earned her a nice slap right between her legs. Lucrezia yelped, but Romero was quite pleased with the wet smack.
”That”s a bad girl. You don”t talk like that to Daddy, do you?”
Lucrezia whimpered as her toes curled.
”No, I”m sorry, Daddy.”
”You don”t want to be a bad girl anymore tonight, do you?”
”No, Daddy, I”ll be good.”
He hummed, debating on just letting her come because she was being so sweet now. His weeping cock was crying for release as well. But she looked too pretty like this to release just yet.
”I think I need to take care of a few things and let you stew like this for a little while longer.”
”What? No, no, no! Where are you going? Daddyyy!”
Her head followed him as he got up and walked to one of his drawers to procure another pack of cigarettes.
”What! What are you doing?”
”Having my evening smoke while I watch my wife squirm for me.”
He lit up, loving the look of horror on Lucrezia”s face as she realized the extent of her punishment.
Romero strolled to the side of the bed, watching how she attempted to contort her upper body and keep an eye on him.
”Please, I”ll be good!”
”Oh, I know you will. You just need this lesson first. You held me off and kept me from having you. It”s only fair. Tack on a few extra minutes for your little attitude you pulled with me earlier. Then I think you’ll learn your lesson.”
Romero grinned as he opened a window and flicked his ashes.
Lucrezia was still wriggling around, trying to find a way out of her binds. He watched as she tried closing her thighs together, surely, to alleviate the pressure.
”Enough of that. Lie back, keep your thighs apart. Let Daddy see how soaked you are.”
Lucrezia sighed and obeyed, not without a little sway of her knees.
Romero inhaled again, fisting his cock to relieve his own ache as he approached her delicious body.
He offered a fleeting moment of pleasure, pushing his fingers in her depths and pumping.
Almost as quick as he started, he stopped.
”Mmm, you”re soaked, perla.”
Lucrezia growled as she arched her back, pitifully offering herself like a feast to him.
”Please, please! I learned my lesson!”
”Hm, did you?”
Romero turned away, much to her frustration, and flicked his ashes again out the window, leaving about half the cigarette left.
”Yes, Daddy!”
He chuckled, knowing he was enjoying this a little too much.
The heavy sac between his legs was full and achy, desperate for her body.
Romero crossed the room again, passing her an amused glance as he busied himself, straightening things up and tossing the pillows to the floor.
Lucrezia kept her eyes on him, seductively moving her hips or biting her lips as if it would magically pull him in and give her what she desired.
Once again, he went to the window and put out what was left of his cigarette, tossing it.
He closed the window, then the curtain. Sure that he would finally come to her, his wife whined when he made his way to the bathroom instead, not before checking between her legs once again.
Her ‘yes, yes, yes”’ were replaced with resounding ‘no”s’ when he removed his fingers and went to the bathroom and began brushing his teeth.
Romero leaned in the doorway, being sure she could see him.
His little girl still begged and pleaded like her very life depended on it.
Through cleaning his teeth, Romero came to the bed and stood directly between her thighs.
”You think you earned pleasure, piccola perla?”
”Yes, yes, daddy!” She frantically nodded.
”What won”t you do so that you don”t have to endure this punishment next time?”
He groaned as he pumped his fist over himself.
”I won”t run from Daddy and keep him from touching me! Never again! Please!”
“What else won’t you do?”
Lucrezia whined as he watched her search her mind for her other cardinal sin from earlier.
“I won’t catch an attitude!”
“Mmm, good.”
“I won’t do it again! Please, I want to feel good.” His wife shamelessly titled her hips up to him, a far cry from the shy little thing who could hardly look him in the eye when they first met.
”That”s Daddy”s girl.”
Romero growled, crawling atop her and pushing his cock inside.
The satisfied groans they both let out filled the room.
He loved Lucrezia”s warmth, how her small form heated him from the inside out. He couldn”t get enough of how her lips tasted when he swallowed her tiny squeaks of pleasure.
Lucrezia”s thighs squeezed his sides as he furiously moved his hips.
Her body bounced with every thrust, along with her breasts.
She filled his ears with long-awaited cries of delight, submitting beneath him.
Her head tossed back against the bed, pushing her chest forward and offering her swollen breasts to him.
Romero couldn”t stop himself from biting down on the soft flesh, drawing a sharp gasp from his wife.
His spine tightened as he felt himself draw nearer to climax.
Deciding he wanted to feel her legs wrapped around him, he made quick work of undoing her ankle binds.
Romero sat up on his haunches, pulling Lucrezia in as close as possible until she was impaled on his length.
His wife’s eyes widened as he savagely began pistoning himself inside.
The new position brought them to the edge again and again until they could no longer stand it.
Romero gritted his teeth as he pressed his fingers against her clit, continuing his ravaging thrusts.
When Lucrezia clamped down on him, it spurred him on, finally granting him the release.
She was brought to near tears while coming on his cock, soaking him in arousal fluid and screaming for him not to stop.
They both roared as they reached a final crescendo, Romero collapsing on top of her and immediately releasing the tie from her wrists so he could feel her warm hands around him.
She did so, raking her nails up and down his back and kissing his throat.
”Oh, my god. That was...” Lucrezia moaned once she managed to find breath.
”Incredible.” Romero exhaled as he sat up, pressing a kiss to her ankle, and then crawling back toward the headboard.
His little girl came on her hands and knees to his side, curling up so perfectly against him as if already prepared for sleep.
”Bet you won”t try a little stunt like that again, will you, little girl?”
Romero felt her smile.
”Now, I”m not sure. That was fun.” She giggled, making his cock stir again.
”Punishments usually aren”t supposed to be fun. I”ll have to come up with another one if you try to deprive me of your touch again.”
Romero ran his fingers up and down her arm, putting the other hand behind his head.
”As long as you tie me up again sometime.” Lucrezia sleepily looked up at him.
”It”s a deal, perla.”