Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Luca
I step out of the bathroom, preparing to leave, when she comes stalking out behind me. “What do you mean, a grandchild?” She actually sounds dumbfounded, as if I hadn’t made that clear earlier.
“What the fuck did you think we’d do together that I’d gift my mother? A macaroni necklace or some arts-and-craft shit?” I toss back, sliding on my dress shirt.
“I don’t know… not something that permanent.
Some fake engagement…” I press my hand to her lips because all that’s coming out is shit I don’t want to hear.
Bullshit words that are only going to piss me off, and after the day I’ve had, I just want to sink deep inside her and release all this pent-up tension.
“Let me stop you right there. There’s no fucking fake engagement.” The thought of anything between us being fake is ludicrous.
She throws her hands up in the air with full indignation, and at her height it’s fucking cute.
I want to laugh for a change, something I rarely ever do.
“So you want a baby with me, but you’re going to dump me off on the doorstep afterward.
” As soon as those words are out of her mouth, the humor is gone.
The thought of her leaving burns in my gut like a slug from a .
22. It’s just not going to happen, and she needs to be made aware of that fact.
“Woman, learn to be quiet and pay attention. There will be nothing fake about it. A real engagement, a real deep and thorough fucking, and a real baby.”
“Why?” her voice lingers on such a short word like it carries more weight than it should. To me, the answer is simple, even if it isn’t. She’s mine.
I slip on my suit jacket, forgoing the tie for the night.
It’s unnecessary. “I told you. Your brother destroyed an irreplaceable gift, and I need a new one. Besides, I find you fucking gorgeous, and I want you under me. My problem solves itself. Get your pretty ass ready for bed, and I’ll be back soon. ”
“Where are you going?” Her tone isn’t one I haven’t heard from a woman before, but this time I’m actually willing to entertain giving an answer.
“Gonna miss me already, baby girl?” I ask, twisting my lips just a bit.
“You were about to fuck me like you needed your next breath, and then you’re not.
Are you going to get off with one of your lovers to get what you need?
” I’m on her in a second, pinning her against the sofa cushions, pulling her panties off like the madman she thinks I am and lowering my face between her thighs with my tongue slipping into her tiny cunt. Maybe I am mad.
A low rumble comes from me when I taste her soaking wet hole.
“Fuck, so wet for me. You need me. Just say it.” I stuff a finger in her virgin tight pussy, stretching and teasing it while her heels grind on the arm of the sofa.
Fuck, I know I’m insane. I’m licking this woman’s pussy like a man possessed all because she challenged my motives.
I free myself from my pants, stroking my cock with my free hand.
I don’t even need to get hard; my dick has been throbbing steel since I met her.
I’m afraid I’ll nut the second I dip into her tight pussy.
The jeweler can wait. She wants me to show her what she does to me.
She’ll get all the cum I have waiting for her little womb.
“I have to be somewhere important, but since your pussy can’t wait, It’s best I give it to you now.
” Spreading out her thighs wider, I lift one leg over my shoulder and line up my cock with her entrance.
“Mine.” The thick head pushes into her slit past her slick lips, slowly disappearing into her tight hole, and I can’t think straight as her cunt puts a stranglehold on my dick. Fuck.
I lean down and stare into her golden-brown eyes.
“You taste so fucking good, but I need to fucking own this pussy before I go. Can’t have you going to bed without my cum dripping from your little slit.
” Her slick walls flex, showing me her pleasure.
“Good girl. Let that pussy tell me how much you want it.”
I grip the arm of the sofa above her head and slam forward, driving my cock into her depths, taking her for my own.
Satisfaction shoots through every fiber of my being as she cries out from the pain.
Yes, I’ve torn up her tiny hole, but she asked for it.
In fact, she challenged me. The animal in me was calm and going to let her rest, but no, she had to accuse me of going to fuck someone else.
Now she’s got my big cock buried in her virgin hole, stretching it to its max capacity. Now she’s got to get used to me.
“Breathe, baby. It’ll get better. Then I’m going to give you just what you need,” I swear.
“It’s too big,” she whimpers, her hands clenching around my back.
“Just for now. You’ll get used to it, so breathe like I told you or I’ll spank that ass.” I wrap my hand around her throat, and she gasps. “There you go, you sexy little Angel. Give me those gasps. I want to hear it while my cock saws its way through your tiny cunt.”
“You’re a brute.”
“That the fuck I am, and you like it. Your little slit’s already soaking my dick, readying me to drill you,” I say, sliding slowly in and out like a saw.
“Eep,” she squeaks, and then a soft sigh comes out as she gets used to my thick rod.
Positioning myself, I lift her up to kneel on the sofa while wrapping my arms around her back. “You’re getting used to it, baby.”
“Yes, Luca. Yes.” She clings to me, feet pressing onto the sofa cushion, knees at my waist and her fingernails digging into my back.
“That’s right, hold onto me and I’ll give you a ride.
” I fuck her hard, working her up and down my length.
Inch by inch my cock saws into her wet heat, drilling her and leaving my mark on her walls.
I’m not being as gentle as I should, but my little brat is getting what she deserves for pushing me too far.
Angel cries out as I work her little body roughly. My hips piston upward, sending my thickness deep inside her. She can’t handle me, but she’s learning, and learning fast. Every thrust is more and more intense. Sweat beads down my back, and I feel my sack ready to fill her womb.
“Fuck, come for me, Angel. Give me that little soul-shaking orgasm.” I lick my fingers, reaching over and strumming her tiny nub until she’s singing for me.
“That’s it, come.” She squeezes her tight cunt around my dick, sending my load from my balls right up through my cock.
I unload fast and hard, pumping until it’s dripping out.
I grip her cheeks and bring her face to mine.
“You are fucking fantastic, Angel.” Kissing her puffy, swollen lips, I pull back and release my fiancée.
“Wow,” she gasps, dropping onto the sofa in a collapsed heap as I stare down with pride.
“You’re telling me.” Smirking, I head into the bathroom to wash up. After a quick clean-up, I come to tend to her, only to find her asleep on the sofa, looking so exhausted and yet so lovely. The warm towel against her pussy barely disturbs my sleeping beauty. “What are you doing?” she murmurs.
“Just cleaning you up a little. Rest.” I toss the towel and then lift my bride-to-be off the sofa and carry her to bed, deftly tucking her under the covers.
My phone vibrates again, and I’m about to shoot the bastard on the other end, but I understand it’s important.
Looking down, I see a pretty dark red ring on her finger.
A burning pang of anger fills my stomach.
Who gave this to her? I slide the ring off Angel’s finger for research purposes, and then I kiss her cheek. “Sleep well. I’ll be back later.”
I contacted the jeweler who my father prefers and demanded a last-minute job. When we met at his establishment which he graciously opened for me, I said, “I’d like this ring sized to this.” I point to his spectacular diamond ring collection and admire the perfect piece.
“That’s quite easy. It’s already the same size. No modifications needed.”
“Are you certain?”
“Yes.” He demonstrates on his ring measuring stick, and they are exactly a size seven. I pay for the engagement ring and then pocket both rings.
I send him on his way and then I go to attend to my next piece of business. “Boss, he’s here like you said he would be.”
“I’m on my way.” I’m already in the car with several men and I make a call to the asshole’s boss.
There is no way he’s getting away with infringing on my rights after everything just because I’m fucking the woman he wants. I pull up quietly and then enter with my lights off. We slide through the private door and then call out, “Is there something I can help you with, Officer Fields?”
“What are these?” He grabs the new product from the docks.
“Are you here with a warrant?” I ask the prick, who shouldn’t be lurking anywhere near my properties.
“No, but I can come back with one.”
“No, you can’t because you’re not on duty, you lousy piece of shit. We both know my men caught you here, snooping for your boss. I’m not sure if you’re stupid or too damn arrogant. It’s as if you think you’re untouchable.”
“I am.”
“What makes you think that I can’t destroy you?”
“I made sure everyone is aware that you and I are enemies. Something happens to me, and you’re their number one suspect.”
“Yes, but breaking and entering is still a crime. Enjoy.” The squad cars can be heard and the doors open.
“What the hell?”
“Hello, Chief Mendez. It seems one of your little puppies thinks he has the right to enter my properties without a warrant and without motive.”
“Fields, you’re suspended.”
“What?”
“Yes, you violated Mr. D’Antonio’s rights.”
“He’s a thug.”
“You should look in the mirror when you say that,” I say. “Get the fuck off my property. I’d like to file a formal complaint for harassment, Chief. If I see him around me again, I might have my guards see that as a threat to my safety.”
“No need to resort to that, Mr. D’Antonio, because Officer Fields will keep his distance. Isn’t that correct?”
With hesitation, he mutters, “Yes, it is.”
“Thank you. Now, if you’ll excuse me. I need to be getting home. It’s a busy week for those of us who still have to work.” I wink at the asshole and wait for them to get off my property, and then I tell my men to sweep the entire building to look for any signs of a trace, wiretapping, or trackers.
Using sophisticated tools, they are able to locate two devices and move them to a different location for our personal enjoyment. Then, they all go to their respective homes, while I have one more mission to handle.
I have her keys and ID. Time to learn a little about the future Mrs. D’Antonio in my bed.
I drive to the south side and enter the small house and turn on the lights.
It’s clean and feels like home. There’s a family photo in the front room, showing the family that she lost not long ago.
Every room I enter is filled with little bits of her personality.
Her pink sweater lying over the edge of the kitchen chair, discarded halfheartedly, has a sweet vanilla scent.
The dishes aren’t done, which can be a problem.
I need to hire a maid service to clean tomorrow.
I open the fridge and see what she likes to eat.
Interesting—there are some containers with leftovers and some cans of pop and water with a gallon of milk, chocolate syrup, salad mix, dressing, eggs, and general condiments.
I close the door and hunt for her bedroom.
I found his first, and I’m actually surprised that it’s not the hovel that I expected it to be.
Her room is next and it’s actually messier, but it looks as if she was in the middle of doing laundry before she had to leave.
Her room is the quintessential pink and white girl’s room.
I dig into her makeup bag and take it with me.
She might want this, or maybe I’ll have the stylist buy her a bunch of new things.
She deserves the best. I take in several things about my future wife, and snatch one memento for each of them in particular before leaving.
It’s well past two in the morning before I’m able to return to the condo. I can’t wait to take Angel to the estate where we will have much more privacy, but it will have to wait until after dinner.
I put away the pilfered items and then return to our bedroom to see her sleeping so beautifully. As I undress and slip into bed, I consider taking my sweet Angel again, but I hold back because she is probably painfully sore, and I have plans to make her scream with orgasms as soon as she is ready.