28. Luna
28
LUNA
My lips still tingled from the kiss Massimo had pressed against them just moments before Lina found me in the kitchen.
She didn’t look happy.
I couldn’t bring myself to care.
She probably wasn’t happy because I had kept her waiting for dinner. I hadn’t wanted to eat until Massimo got home, but by the time I realized he wouldn’t be home until late, we couldn’t eat dinner because Lina started crying, and I suddenly found myself in an unfamiliar situation of comforting my sister.
It had always been Mom’s job.
If Lina was hurt or crying because of the rare times she didn’t get her way, Mom was there to soothe her.
But Mom wasn’t here.
And we couldn’t send her back to Mom and Andre. Her dad would undoubtedly offer her up on a silver platter to the Russians. I shuddered to think what would happen to her if that were the case.
So I was left trying to comfort her and not knowing what to do.
Massimo had found us at that moment.
And he wasn’t staying for dinner. Not that I blamed him.
She walked up to me, standing there with her arms crossed.
I waited for her to tell me what she wanted. She seemed to grow even more irritated as the minutes passed.
“Are we going to eat?”
I shot her a look of annoyance but bit my tongue. I didn’t want to fight with my sister. She was known to throw the biggest tantrums, and that was the last thing I wanted.
So I hopped off the counter and walked over to where I had left the takeout food.
“I told you we didn’t need to wait for your husband,” Lina said from behind me. “Why were you so insistent on that? Does he make you wait for him to get home before you can eat?”
I frowned and turned around to face her. She looked and sounded almost giddy over the prospect that I might have the same shitty marriage she did.
“Massimo doesn’t make me do anything. He treats me well.”
More than that. He treated me like a princess.
She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. This isn’t a competition.”
“I never said it was,” I answered placatingly, moving out of the way just in time as she pushed her way forward to get to the food. I was never trying to compete with her. It was Lina who saw me as her competitor, as someone who needed to be eliminated, even if she had been the one with her parents’ love.
“He was mine first, you know,” she said quietly. So quietly, I almost didn’t hear her. “And fucking Boris should have been yours.”
“Massimo isn’t yours,” I gritted out, trying to keep the anger and possessiveness from my voice. Massimo was mine, and I would be damned if I ever let her or anyone else take him away from me.
“What did he do to you?” I asked. She always said Boris’s name like he was something truly awful to have happened to her, but—and I could be wrong—there wasn’t any fear there.
“What didn’t he do? Want to know what the douchebag did on his wedding night?”
She turned to me when she finished scooping up a large portion of chicken Alfredo pasta.
“What?”
“He visited a brothel! He would much rather have his wedding night with his whores than his wife!”
“Isn’t that a good thing? Boris doesn’t have the best reputation. What if he… what if he couldn’t be gentle with you?”
“Was Massimo gentle with you?” Lina snapped.
He had been perfect on our wedding night.
I didn’t say anything. But it didn’t look like I needed to. Lina knew Massimo didn’t break me on our wedding night, the way she had so gleefully exclaimed to me as she was congratulating me on my wedding.
Her expression soured, and not for the first time that day, I really wished Lina hadn’t come here. But turning her out meant easy pickings for the Russians, and I just couldn’t have that on my conscience.
I moved past her to get some food for myself.
We ate in silence. Despite growing up together and being close in age, we didn’t have all that much in common.
The silence was stilted and uncomfortable. I shifted around in my seat, not really tasting anything.
Finally, when I got to the last bite, I stood up.
Lina watched me. Her plate was still half-full.
“I’m going to head in for the night. It’s been a long day. You should probably turn in too. Just leave the plate in the sink. I’ll take care of it tomorrow morning.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Don’t you have servants for that?”
“We fired ours not too long ago.”
“Why?” she asked. When I didn’t answer her, she laughed. “Did poor little Luna get picked on again?”
The taunt in her tone set my teeth on edge.
“Good night.” I turned away from her before she could say anything to that.
I let out a small sigh of relief once I was in my room alone, taking in the stillness of it all. How long did we have to keep Lina here? And would it make me such a terrible person, terrible sister , for wanting her out of my house?
I shook my head and moved to the bathroom, taking a long, hot shower to help relax my muscles.
When I came out, my skin was warm and pink, but at least I felt better. I was sitting on the bed, brushing my hair, when the door opened, and Massimo came in.
A thrill of excitement went through me at the sight of my husband. He looked tired, but still, that couldn’t take away from him. He still looked sexy and powerful. He looked like mine. A wave of possessiveness came over me.
I wouldn’t let anyone take him away from me.
“Why are you looking at me like that, principessa ?”
“Like what?” I asked. “Like I want you? I do.”
I was feeling brave then. I wanted to be brave with him.
He smiled a little and started to take off his tie. My thigh muscles clenched when he dropped it to the floor and came closer to me. He hooked his hands under my armpits, dragging me closer to the edge of the bed, closer to him, and positioning me up until I was kneeling on the bed.
He kissed me, fisting my hair in one hand as the other fumbled with my sleep clothes. I gasped when I heard the fabric tear at my back. Pulling back, I looked to see a flash of silver glinting in the light.
“Did you… did you just rip my shirt?” I asked, even as I felt the fabric loosen around me. He smiled at me, that devilish smile that made my heart race and my head light.
“I’ll buy you more,” he replied, pulling the shirt off me.
“You’re crazy,” I said with a laugh, feeling my nipples harden under his gaze.
“Crazy about you.”
I laughed harder. “And cheesy.”
He flashed me another one of those smiles before kissing me once more.
This kiss was sweet and slow. It was beautiful. Like him.
“I want your mouth on me,” he growled, eliciting another laugh from me.
He shot me a bemused look, even with amusement glinting in his eyes. “Not the reaction I was hoping for.”
“Sorry,” I said. “It’s not that. I was just thinking about how sweet you are, and then you go and say something like that.”
His smile widened. “What do you say, baby?”
I bit my lip nervously, even if a part of me was excited about that. “I don’t know how.”
He growled in my ear, tucking the lobe in between his teeth and giving swift, sharp nips that I felt all the way down to my clit. “I’ll teach you.”
“Not as punishment?” I asked, remembering his words in the kitchen.
His expression softened. “I wouldn’t use this as punishment. That’ll come after.”
He rained his palm down on my butt cheek, startling me. I jumped and let out a small squeak, which turned into a moan when I felt him massage the supple flesh with his large hand.
“Massimo.”
“That’s right, principessa . Say my name. Tell me you’re mine.”
He let go of my hair, pulled back, and slapped the sides of my breasts. One and then the other, his dark eyes taking them in attentively.
“I’m yours,” I groaned out.
He pinched my nipple. “Tell me no one else will ever do for you.”
“There will never— never be anyone else,” I uttered when he tightened his grip.
“Tell me you’ll never leave me.” His voice had become guttural, desperation seeped into every syllable of his words.
“I will never leave you,” I promised.
He pulled my sleep shorts and panties down, pushing me back on the bed as he did, then pulled the fabric down my legs, letting it fall to the floor.
“Spread your legs, baby,” he commanded.
I did as he asked, spreading my legs and presenting him the full view of my pussy. He licked his lips, moving one finger gently up and down my slit. My legs shook.
“Look at this. My baby is already wet for me, aren’t you?”
I cried out when he pushed two fingers deep inside me, fucking me with them roughly, causing my entire body to convulse.
He pulled out and slapped my pussy three times before reaching over and quickly pulling off his clothes. I watched greedily as he uncovered his skin, revealing his ink to me. My eyes focused on the dagger of the two snakes, the De Luca symbol, reminding me of the kind of man my husband was.
It wasn’t like I had forgotten. He carried the identity of capo dei capi like a second skin. It was in everything he did, every word he spoke. It was in the power and dominance that exuded from his every pore.
He was the man I fell in love with.
I reached my hand out as if to touch him, when he dropped his pants, revealing his impressive cock. The hard member bobbed up and down.
It was my turn to lick my lips. I couldn’t wait to taste him.
I wanted to taste him. Needed it.
“Please.”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the bed before throwing a pillow on the floor beside him. He helped me kneel on it until my head was nearly level with his cock.
“Grab it, baby,” he commanded. Cautiously, I grabbed his cock and stroked around the thick girth.
He fisted his hand into my hair, pulling on it until tears pricked my eyes just as I smoothed my thumb over the head, taking in the pre-cum there. My mouth watered.
“Enough,” he gritted out. “I want your mouth on me. Open for me, my sweet girl.”
I did as he asked, opening my mouth. He pushed his thick cock inside.
The salty taste of him coated my tongue as he pushed in deeper, inch by inch. It wasn’t a bad taste. I wouldn’t say it was good either. It was… neutral. But his expression. The way his fist held my hair in a punishing grip. It was everything. Instinct followed, and I sucked on him, reveling in the groan rumbling from his chest, making me feel like the most powerful person on the entire planet. My jaw stretched to accommodate his impressive size, my eyes watering from the foreign feeling and taste.
He held my head still and waited until I looked up at him. He looked like a God, powerful and commanding. My ruthless God. “I’m going to fuck this pretty little mouth of yours. And all you have to do is take it like the good girl I know you are,” he said as he began to thrust. Slowly at first, then building to a brutal rhythm that had me gagging and gasping for air. My fists clenched where I had them pressed against my thighs, trying to keep balance. Tears streamed down my cheeks, but I relished in the rough treatment.
“That’s it, take it all,” he grunted, pushing until I felt him hit the back of my throat.
I relaxed my muscles, allowing him to slide even deeper. My nose pressed against the coarse hair at the base of his shaft, and I closed my eyes, taking in the sensation. His movements became almost disjointed, desperate as he fucked my mouth roughly. I grabbed his thighs with both hands, feeling myself falling. Wetness gathered around my pussy. He wasn’t even touching me, and I was wet. This was getting me aroused, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more.
I hummed around him, hoping he could hear the pleading in that one sound as he buried himself to the hilt.
“Fuck, baby. I’m going to come, and if you’re not ready to swallow, I suggest you pull away,” he gritted.
Like hell.
I wasn’t pulling away until I experienced it all with him.
“Fuck, you were made just for me, weren’t you?” he said, sounding astonished. A few more harsh thrusts and I felt him explode.
I cried out over the sensation, trying to swallow as much of him as I could, feeling him spilling out from the corner of my lips.
“Fuck,” he shouted.
I tightened my grip around him. Once he expelled all his cum, I pulled back, letting his softening cock slip from my lips. I licked them clean, savoring the taste of him. My throat felt raw, but a sense of pride grew inside me at having pleased him.
He pulled me up roughly, his eyes dark with hunger. “You fucking ruined me,” he growled darkly.
I smiled a little at his words. Good. It was only fair, considering how thoroughly he had ruined me.
He lifted me and tossed me onto the bed in one swift motion. I bounced slightly, my breasts jiggling from the impact. There was no gentleness about it. I didn’t need gentle from him. I needed rough. Unrestrained. Ugly. I needed the monster everyone warned me about. And I needed him desperately. He crawled over me, his big, powerful body caging me in. His hand slid down my body, fingers whispering over my skin until he reached my dripping core.
“So wet,” he murmured, circling my clit with his fingers. “All for me.”
I arched into his touch, desperate for more. “Please,” I whimpered.
“Please, what?” he said, his eyes glowing dark as his fingers teased my entrance. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
I squirmed beneath him, wanting some of that delicious friction that I knew could so easily get me off. “Please, I need you inside me,” I begged shamelessly.
He smiled a predatory smile that curled his lips in a twisted way and stretched the skin of his scars. How fucking mesmerizing. “As you wish.”
Without warning, he thrust two thick fingers deep inside me. I cried out at the brutal intrusion, my inner walls clenching around him. He pumped his fingers in and out at a punishing pace, his thumb circling my clit.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, voice rough, his skin red. “To be filled by me?”
“Yes!” I gasped, hips bucking against his hand. “More, please!” Wetness gushed out of me as he added another finger, stretching me.
The pain only spurred me on.
“Massimo, please. I need more.”
He pulled me up to a sitting position. I looked down to see his cock hardening once again.
I looked up at him in shock, and he smiled proudly. Shifting my hips up, he positioned the head at my entrance before letting me go, letting me fall on his cock, filling me with him.
My fingernails dug into the skin on his back, feeling the scars there. The pain seemed to push him into a bigger frenzy as he pumped his hips up, fucking me like that on the bed.
I could feel his heavy weight bearing down on me with each thrust, reminding me of his brute strength, his power—all of which turned me on even more.
I threw my head back with a cry.
It didn’t take me long to reach my peak.
I was screaming his name before I knew what was happening.
He kept pounding into me, building a small simmering of pain that I didn’t want to end.
I came a second time before I felt him swell, following my release with his own.
I buried my face in his neck, trying to catch my breath as he buried his face into my hair.
I didn’t want this moment to end. I wanted to stay here with him and not have to worry about anything else.
Not have to worry about the Russians wanting to hurt my husband or a sister who didn’t care for me and was only using me to escape her own husband.
I didn’t want to worry anymore. I just wanted it to be him and me.
I tightened my arms around him from the thought and pulled away from his neck, about to say just that when movement from the doorway caught my attention.
I gasped as I saw Lina running away through the small crack in the door.
“What?” Massimo asked.
I looked at him, feeling mortified and violated in the worst way possible.
“Lina.”
Massimo’s brows pulled together in a small frown, looking over to the door. It took him a second to realize what I was saying. Anger marred his face.
“Fuck, are you serious?”
I nodded.
“I’m going to talk to her,” he said.
Massimo made a move to get me off him when I stopped him. “Please don’t.”
What would he say to her anyhow? Why were you watching us? My cheeks tightened. Why was she watching us?
“I can send her away,” he said. “We have a few safe houses.”
I thought about it. “Can the Bratva find her?”
He hesitated. “It would be hard.”
But not impossible. And if something happened to her, I would have that on my conscience.
He let out a small sigh. “We can’t take care of her for the rest of her life.”
“I know,” I said softly. “Give it a week. I’ll talk to her about it.”
His lips tightened, but he nodded after a moment. I knew he didn’t like this. I didn’t either. But a week would give her some time to get used to the idea of leaving here.
I hoped.
I didn’t get to talk to Lina after that day.
I didn’t know how to bring it up, and she had acted like nothing had happened, even when I knew for a fact she’d seen us.
What was she even looking for?
Almost a week had passed, and still, I’d said nothing. I could feel myself reverting to the person I’d once been back in Chicago when I was still living under Andre’s household, and I hated it. Hated it so much.
I stared at her sitting across from me during dinner, trying to figure her out and coming up with nothing.
“What?” she asked, annoyed, as if I was the one intruding in her life and not the other way around.
Her annoyance made it easier for me to say what I needed to say. “Massimo has set up a safe house for you to stay at for as long as you need until you figure out what you want to do.”
Anger flashed over her face. “Are you kicking me out?”
I didn’t say anything to that.
She shook her head, her face pinching in disgust. “Look at you, so brave now with your husband at your back.”
She looked around the big house. “This was supposed to be mine.”
“Well, it’s not yours,” I snapped. “And I’d appreciate it if you would stop making comments like this.”
She didn’t say anything, just shot me a dark look. I let out a small sigh. “Just have your things ready to go by the end of the week. I’m tired. I’m going to bed early.”
I got up and walked away before she could say anything else and before this could turn into an argument that I had no energy to participate in.
When would I be able to stand up to her?
I didn’t know, and at this point, I didn’t care as long as she stayed out of my life for good.