7. Luna
7
LUNA
I could feel Massimo’s eyes on me. I didn’t dare turn around to look at him. Nerves made it hard to breathe.
I knew this was coming. It was inevitable.
That didn’t make this any easier.
Lina’s words came back to haunt me.
He’ll break you.
I tried to push it off as Lina was only saying that to mess with me. But there was a truth to her words, wasn’t there? Even if it was a tiny sliver of truth. Made men weren’t known to be gentle or careful. Not when it came to their wives. Especially when it came to their wives.
Massimo De Luca would break me.
Even in the reflection of the glass, he made a formidable sight.
He was just too… much of everything.
Too big, too tall, too imposing… too grotesque .
He came up close to me, placing two heavy hands on my shoulders. I flinched, even if I saw him coming.
“Breathe, Luna,” he said softly, his voice gruff, doing nothing to help with my nerves.
I tried. I really tried to breathe, but the air would not flow in. I turned and grabbed his forearm in a panic, and he let out a small curse, cupping my cheeks in his hands and bending close until I was staring directly into his eyes.
“Focus on me,” he commanded, his voice so strong I couldn’t help but follow. “Now breathe.”
I took in a lungful of air, feeling my chest expanding.
“Good girl,” he cooed, making something inside me settle.
I felt the relief of it so strongly I nearly collapsed against him. His hands were still touching me, the warmth of them doing something strange to my insides.
How could this man evoke so many strange, contradictory emotions out of me?
I looked over to the king-size bed, taking in the red rose petals in the shape of a heart. As if I needed something more to worry about, like having the petals stuck onto my skin in strange places. And the only way that would happen was if I was naked with the man… with my husband.
I shivered at the thought.
Massimo had been watching me the entire time.
“Okay?” he asked me when he noticed my attention back on him. What did he expect me to say? I didn’t know, and I didn’t know what to say, so I nodded.
“Nervous?”
Again, I nodded. I was more than nervous. It felt like my entire system was on the verge of shutting down.
His voice was gruff when he said, “Don’t be.”
The command was so ridiculous, along with the seriousness of his face, that I couldn’t help it when a small giggle burst free. He looked at me as if I had lost my mind.
I might have.
He stepped in closer to me. I resisted the urge to move back. Something dark passed over his eyes as his thumb swiped across my bottom lip. He bent down and pressed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes and held still, taking in the feel of the familiar taste of his lips. Would it always feel like this when he kissed me? And just how often did Massimo expect us to kiss?
Electricity buzzed around my skin, and a lightheaded sensation moved through me.
I swayed, and he wrapped one arm tightly around my middle, pulling me in close to him until not a single inch of space separated our bodies. I could feel… everything .
I gasped when he shifted, letting me feel his hardness in the most intimate way possible.
I had never…
Hell.
He pushed in closer, a growl escaping his lips just as he deepened the kiss.
My arms hung on my sides, and I was suddenly very aware of them. I didn’t know where to put them. Did I wrap my arms around him? Did I push in closer? Keep them at my side and wait for his instructions?
What did he want me to do?
I let out a small whimper of frustration, and he pulled back to look at me. His green eyes were nearly dark, his lips swollen from the kiss, and a tinge of red touched his tan skin.
We didn’t say anything. Just continued to look at each other while our chests pushed against each other from every harsh breath taken.
My hands balled into fists before I unclenched and slowly placed them over his biceps. I didn’t pull away. Something that shouldn’t make me feel ecstatic but did.
What was I doing?
I swallowed and was about to pull away when Massimo tightened his hold.
“Massimo,” I muttered.
He stilled, and something glinted in his eyes. “You know that is the first time you said my name?”
I shook my head. Was it? I thought of his name in my head so much since the moment I realized I was going to be the one to marry him that I had probably grown more familiar with his name than my own. His name had felt like a part of my thoughts, haunting my dreams and waking moments, up until that very first meeting.
“Is it okay?” I asked softly.
“Fuck, of course it is,” he said so vehemently I nearly smiled.
He pulled me up until my feet no longer touched the floor and carried me over to the bed. The move was so sudden, my nails dug into his skin.
When we neared it, he placed me on my feet. I looked down, taking in the white comforter and the fluffy pillow encased in the white silky pillowcase. The red rose petals stood out in stark contrast against the white. I swallowed hard and looked at him.
He didn’t give me time to think. His hands reached behind my back and messed with the buttons of my dress. I felt the fabric slowly loosen around me.
He was right. He was more adept at taking off a woman’s clothes than helping them dress, considering how quickly he was able to unbutton my dress.
I barely had time to process what was happening.
A part of me wanted to tell him to slow down, that I was feeling overwhelmed, and the other part was afraid I would lose my nerve entirely if he gave me time.
Finally, he reached the last of the buttons. He pulled the zipper on the side down and pushed the white dress off my body until it pooled around my feet. I looked down at the expensive dress, which was now nothing more than a mess of fabric containing the remnants of my innocence, and that was all.
He helped me step out of it, leaving me in nothing but the modest three-inch heels and white lingerie Mom had specifically picked out for the occasion.
I grimaced and shook away the thought. The last thing I wanted to think about was my family at this time, and Massimo’s heated gaze made it easier to ignore thoughts about anything or anyone who wasn’t him.
I resisted the urge to cover myself as he took in his fill.
“Fuck, I have been waiting for the chance to get you out of this dress since the moment I helped you into it.”
“You have?” I asked, my breath coming out in stuttered pants.
“I have,” he said roughly, moving closer. He pressed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down until I was lying on the bed. I closed my eyes when he lifted one leg up and took off my heel. Then the other one.
I flinched when I felt his hand’s weight on my stomach.
“This will be easier if you relax,” he said smoothly. My eyes opened at his words. There was a strange look in his eyes, but he didn’t seem mad or impatient with me.
“I’ve-I’ve never done this before,” I said.
He nodded. “I know.”
Idiot. Of course he would know that. That was a part of this deal between the two families—an alliance being made between the two most powerful crime families in the country, and Massimo would be getting an untouched bride as a part of that.
I was nothing more than prized cattle to be traded off. I would do well to remember that, no matter how Massimo looked at me.
“Do you want to stop?” Massimo asked.
I blinked in surprise. He was asking me? That had to be a trick question, wasn’t it? I searched his face, wondering if I could find the answer there somehow. And even if I had been adequate at reading other people’s faces, my husband seemed to be a master at disguising his thoughts and emotions.
But he seemed… sincere when he asked it.
Slowly, I shook my head. I didn’t want to stop.
A satisfied look formed on his face, pulling on his scars. More monster than man.
He moved back and began to undress. A heavy feeling came over me, and I couldn’t tell if it was apprehension or excitement over the prospect of seeing a man naked for the first time.
Perhaps both.
He pulled off the suit jacket first, throwing it on the floor behind him as he tugged on his tie. My legs rubbed together at the image, and his eyes moved down to them. He smiled a little, and I didn’t know why, but it didn’t matter because he let the tie drop on the bed and was now unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it down.
My breath caught at the sight of his sculpted muscles.
He didn’t have many tattoos, not like how I had expected made men to have, especially since Emilio’s men seemed to have nothing but full-body tattoos—at least, from what I could see.
There was a black geometric tattoo that took up his right bicep, and across from that, one with a dagger pointing down vertically through two snakes—the “unofficial” symbol of the De Luca Famiglia, and what seemed like a garden of flowers that took the right side of his neck. Down to his left ribs, in cursive black script, were the words La morte mi trovera vivo.
Death will find me alive.
How interesting.
I greedily took him in, and when I glanced up to meet his eyes, there was a satisfied glint in them that told me he liked it when I looked.
I blushed and looked down.
Massimo bent down close to me, his lips pressed to the corner of my lips, causing my heart to skip two beats before it fluttered quickly in my chest.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my emotions.
“Let’s get you naked,” he said.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
I didn’t stop him when he reached around for the hook on my bra. I felt it when the fabric loosened around me, and Massimo looked up and met my eyes as he pulled it away. My nipples puckered from the cold air, and I crossed my arms over my chest without thinking. He didn’t say anything to that as he pushed me down until I was flat on my back on the mattress. I looked up at the ceiling when I felt him hook his thumb over my panties and pull them down my legs.
Then he sat back, and though I wasn’t looking at him, I had the feeling he was looking at me. At all of me .
Mom had taken me out to the salon two days before the wedding to get groomed.
It was probably the most awkward experience of my life to have someone remove hair from such an intimate place on my body and to know it was all for my husband. And now he was looking at me like that.
“You’re beautiful,” he said softly.
I couldn’t help it when my eyes jumped to his. He looked sincere when he said it, and why it mattered to me that Massimo found me beautiful, I didn’t know.
“You are too,” I said awkwardly. And he was. Everyone seemed to have a lot of nicknames for him, from beastly, due to his huge size and the scars on his face and the rough features, to Lo Spietato , the monster that ruled over Las Vegas and much of the West with an iron grip, but he was beautiful.
Beautiful in an intimidating way.
Beautiful in a way that thunderstorms were beautiful. Destructive and powerful, but beautiful, nonetheless.
An amusing smile twisted on his lips at my words.
“Beautiful, huh? I don’t think anyone has ever called me that.”
I stared at him in disbelief. “No?”
He shook his head, the smile still firmly on his face, just before he turned his gaze back to my body, making me feel hot all over. I crossed my legs as if that would help hide me, even if I knew it was pointless.
He didn’t say anything to the move, and I watched as he unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper. I licked my suddenly parched lips, feeling hot and cold all over. He took off his pants but left the black boxer briefs on, and I didn’t know which would have been less intimidating, him keeping the boxer briefs on or had he gotten as naked as me.
The fact that I could clearly see the outline of his huge erection didn’t help.
He cupped my cheek with one hand and waited until I looked up at him.
“Let me get you ready.”
I frowned, not really understanding his words. He slowly pushed my legs apart. I tensed a little at the move before I forced myself to relax and let him. His eyes took in the small triangle of hair between my legs, somewhat hiding my womanhood from his gaze, before he lay himself on top of me, bracing his weight on his elbows so as not to crush me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, in part to keep him closer because he was so warm, and in part to hide myself from him.
He kissed me.
This one was much different from the first kiss we shared in the bridal suite and much different from the perfunctory kiss he gave me at the church.
There was a dark promise in it that I was wholly addicted to. And fearful of.
I bravely kissed him back, and when I felt the small vibration caused by his lips when he let out a small groan, I grew more confident in my movements.
He didn’t seem to care that I didn’t know what I was doing.
If anything, he seemed to enjoy my kisses as much as I enjoyed his.
He pulled away from the kiss first and slid his lips down my skin. I made a slight noise in protest, wanting him back, wanting to keep kissing, but he nipped at the skin on my neck, stopping me. I looked at him.
“Be good. Let me show you how much better it can be.”
It could be better than this?
He must have read the doubt on my face because he let out a small chuckle and continued kissing his way down my body. I tried to arch away when I felt his lips on my breast.
I shook my head.
He couldn’t. It was just too intimate. He didn’t stop.
Instead, he looked up and met my eyes just as he sucked one nipple into his mouth. My back arched from the sensation, and my fists came down and clenched around the bedsheets.
“Please,” I mumbled, not knowing what I was asking for. For him to stop like I initially wanted, or worse, for more. He let go of my nipple with a pop of his mouth, leaving a wet spot behind as he moved on to the other one, giving it the same treatment first before I felt his teeth. His hand played with the one he had just abandoned, rolling the hardened tip around between two fingers.
I sucked in a startled breath, so aware of where he was touching me, I didn’t know how to focus on anything else.
“Please,” I whimpered out.
I gasped at the sharp sting, and he used the flat of his tongue to lick away the pain.
“Massimo.”
“That’s right,” he said, his hot breath fanning over my skin. “Say my name. Know that it’s me sucking on these pretty little nipples.”
I flushed from his words as he went back to playing with me. He pinched my nipple roughly before I felt his hand move down my body. I sucked in a sharp breath when his fingertip grazed over my mound. He pulled back and looked at me just before he cupped me with his hand, touching me in a place no other man had ever touched before.
My eyes widened, and my muscles clenched.
He squeezed me, causing a slight spasm to work its way up my body.
“Fuck, I barely touch you, and you’re already wet for me.”
I knew enough about what went on during sex to know why my body was reacting like this to him, but to experience it firsthand was something else entirely. I was suddenly very self-conscious about that.
Was I too wet?
I couldn’t even ask him because he was suddenly moving his fingers over my slit. Waves upon waves of pleasure flashed through me from that, and I threw my head back and let out a low moan.
“Fuck,” he gritted out. “You’re so fucking responsive to me, aren’t you? Does that feel good?”
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. How did he expect me to answer him?
He pulled back and gently tapped over my pussy. It wasn’t hard, but the sensation was so strange that I couldn’t help but let out a low cry.
“Answer me, wife . Does it feel good when I play with your sweet little pussy? Knowing this is mine? Knowing that no other man will ever see it—see you? It belongs to me now, just like you belong to me.”
I should be offended by his possessive words, and perhaps a small part of me was, but he was right. In our world, a wife belonged to her husband, and there were worse things in life than belonging to a man like Massimo De Luca.
He slapped it again, harder than the first when I didn’t answer, and I let out a hiss in pain, even as spasms of pleasure convulsed through me.
He laughed darkly.
“Fuck, baby, I could feel you gushing out from these little love taps. Now answer my question.”
I nodded when he slid his hand up and played with my clit.
My back arched, and I tried to move away from the sensation. He didn’t allow for my escape.
“Please, Massimo,” I said when he roughly circled over the bundle of nerves. My legs jolted, but Massimo was relentless as he continued to play with me there, his movements becoming almost brutal.
“Look at you, Luna. Look at how beautiful you are like this. You’ll let me taste you, won’t you?”
Taste me?
Before I could answer, he was crawling between my legs, his face so close to my pussy, I didn’t know what to do. He was looking at me, separating the lips of my sex so that he could get a closer look.
I closed my eyes as a small whimper pushed through my lips.
The first swipe of his tongue was so soft, so subtle, I wasn’t sure if I had actually felt it or not.
I opened my eyes and looked at him. His lips were shining, but I wasn’t sure if it was because he had licked his lips or if it was from…
From me ?
My heart sped from the thought. I couldn’t even contemplate that. Nor did I want to, so I said nothing as he peered up at me from where he was, a devilish look in his eyes.
He licked his lips, and his lips weren’t as shiny as before, so that answered that.
Hell.
“Fuck, you taste good.”
He leaned down and took another swipe, and this time, there was no doubt it was his tongue on me. Not only because I could see him doing it, but the touches weren’t soft or subtle anymore.
I gasped and tried to push away. He grabbed my legs and held me still.
“Fuck, baby. Do you have any idea how addicting you are?”
“I am?” I asked in a broken whisper. He found me addicting? That was hard to believe, but I wasn’t going to argue with that.
“You are,” he confirmed, his voice deepening. I closed my eyes. If he found me addicting, then I found his voice addicting. The timbre was unique and masculine, and there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that he could hold a tune.
The thought of how Massimo would look had I asked him to sing for me was so ridiculous, I smiled.
Massimo tapped my clit. I arched my back, my eyes springing open as I gasped.
“Lost you there for a moment,” Massimo said. “We can’t have that. In this bed, there’s only me, got it?”
The tone of his voice dripped with a possessiveness that made me shiver. I nodded.
“Good,” he said, sounding satisfied by my agreement. Before I could react or say anything to that—not that I knew what I would say—he drew his attention back to me, making me feel flush all over.
He went back and ate me out without warning.
“Oh God,” I moaned out.
“God?” he asked, sounding amused. “He’s not in this room with us. It’s Massimo. Say my name, Luna.”
“M-Massimo,” I stuttered out when I felt the flat of his tongue on me once more. And again. And… again.
Tears stung my eyes from his continual torture, wanting him to pull away… but, God , please don’t pull away. I didn’t want him to end this. I wanted… I needed…
I didn’t know what I wanted.
I let out a small groan in frustration when I felt his tongue flick over my clit.
“It’s okay, baby,” Massimo muttered against me before going back to eat me out. “I got you.”
Did he?
My hands moved on their own accord when I reached down and grabbed fistfuls of his hair, tugging on it. He didn’t reprimand me. If anything, the pain seemed to have turned him on even more, and he doubled his efforts.
The fall was sharp and sudden.
One moment, I wasn’t sure what I needed—the next, I was pushed over the edge with no safety net beneath to cushion my fall.
I threw my head back and screamed out as the orgasm wrung out of me. I felt Massimo stab his finger inside me, drawing out the pleasure in clear focus, and all I could do was lay there and take it. “Massimo,” I cried out.
“That’s right. Does it feel good, baby?”
I cried harder and nodded. “Yes.”
He pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty as he crawled his way up my body, kissing over my skin that his lips could catch just before he pressed them against my own in a hard kiss that had me seeing stars.
I opened my eyes in a hazy glaze when he pulled away. He reached down between our bodies, and I looked to see him grabbing himself. I didn’t even know he had taken off his boxer briefs. My breath caught at the sight of his massive cock.
Was he planning on putting that thing inside me?
He’d break me for sure.
He tapped my chin gently until I was looking back at him. “It’s okay. You’ll stretch.”
“Will it hurt?” I asked, my voice low. My bottom lip trembled. I didn’t want it to hurt.
Massimo stilled above me, and he seemed surprised by my question as if no one had ever asked him that before.
“The first time usually does,” he said. “But I prepared you enough that it wouldn’t hurt beyond what you can handle.”
“How do you know what I can and can’t handle?” I challenged.
A small smile formed on his lips, and like every time he smiled, my eyes moved to his scars. “A guess?” he supplied.
“A guess?”
“I’m pretty good at guessing others’ pain tolerance.”
I nearly grimaced at his words. I supposed he was. It wasn’t like I had forgotten my husband was the head of one of the biggest crime families in the country. It was just so easy not to see that when he was alone with me.
I nodded and took in a deep breath. “I’m ready.”
He didn’t say or do anything for a moment. Then he leaned down and kissed the corner of my lips. “Brave girl.”
I nearly preened from his praise.
Andre always said I was a stupid girl. I never felt his words more aptly than I did then, to let myself get under the magnetism of Massimo De Luca and let something as small as his praise affect me so.
I didn’t give myself a chance to delve into that because I could feel the tip of Massimo’s cock probing at my entrance. I tensed, and Massimo kissed me once more, this kiss much more gentle than I thought a man like him could be capable of.
“Relax for me, Luna.”
I took in a deep inhale and forced myself to relax.
“Good girl,” he whispered. He pushed a little further inside. My eyes widened at the stretch, then the slight burn that took over. Massimo continued to praise me with soft words and softer kisses, pushing in a little deeper inside me.
I felt him press down slightly against me, and then a quick thrust of his hips, and he was in all the way. I pulled away from the kiss as tears burned my eyes from the pain.
I shook my head, turning away when he tried to kiss me again.
“Are we done?” I asked. He was inside me. That should be it, shouldn’t it?
I didn’t know. I couldn’t think. I knew how the biology of sex worked, but at this moment, my mind was just too clouded with the pain to think.
“Baby, it’s okay,” Massimo said.
I shook my head. No, it wasn’t.
“Look at me,” he demanded softly. My eyes moved to him. “I won’t move until you tell me to, okay?”
I frowned. “What?”
He gave me another kiss. This one I didn’t turn away from. “Tell me when the pain subsides. I won’t move until you say so.”
Was he telling me…?
I had control.
I blinked. Most of the pain had abated, and all that was left was a dull ache I didn’t know what to do with.
I clenched around him experimentally, and Massimo gritted his teeth.
“Sorry,” I said quickly.
He shook his head, a small, self-deprecating smile on his face. “I thought I would have more control than this.”
I frowned, not understanding.
He shook his head. “Is it getting better?”
Was it?
I nodded and whispered to him, “You can move.”
“Thank fuck,” he said, just as he pushed against me. The first thrust of his hips caused a wave of pleasure to spike through me. My eyes widened at that, and Massimo continued.
The pain was soon forgotten, and all that was left was how I was feeling at that moment with Massimo on top of me as the sensation overcame me. It had never felt like this when I touched myself. Granted, I had always been afraid of getting caught. Mom and Lina weren’t known to give me any privacy, often barging into my room, and Andre had done it a few times.
So perhaps this was what I had been missing out on because this was… this was…
“Fuck!” I shouted, and Massimo grunted.
“That’s right, baby.” He increased his pace, drawing out both pleasure and pain, but I wasn’t going to ask him to stop. I couldn’t. I wanted more. My fingernails dug into the skin on his shoulders, pulling him in closer to me. I could feel the scars there beneath the pads of my fingertips, and something about that only made me want to hold him a little closer.
“Please,” I chanted. “Please.”
“I got you. I know what you need,” he said, reaching down my body. His fingers flicked over my clit as he continued to fuck me.
It didn’t take long before I reached my peak. This orgasm wasn’t as intense as the first one he’d been able to wring out of me when he had used his lips, but it was no less addicting.
I closed my eyes and buried my face in his neck, clinging to him. He drove his hips a few more times before I felt him expand, his huge body tensing above me just before I felt his cum inside me.
I clung to him tighter, all the while thinking everyone was right. I stood no chance against Massimo De Luca.