Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Luca
I sit on my sitting room chaise on a video call with my cousin Raul.
A lot has gone down since yesterday, but it doesn’t matter because today is a very important day, and I have to talk to my favorite cousin about it.
We have to skip the Christmas shopping for the little shit trapped in the safe room because of the threats coming from Torcello, but we manage to get the shit a suit for the wedding as well as some new outfits.
His measurements were taken, and the clothes were brought to the house.
Of course, our guys did it without the tailor being aware of the special location of my future brother-in-law.
“I can’t fucking believe that you’re getting married. I’m gone for a fucking week, and you’re getting married. Do you care to explain that to me?”
“I know it’s crazy, but she’s perfect.” The words come out of my mouth, and even I can’t believe how fucking lame I sound to myself. Raul’s face contorts like he can’t decide whether to laugh or be concerned.
“Perfect? I hear she’s the girl in the pictures with Fields.”
“She is, which is a bit of poetic justice, if I do say so myself.”
“Talk about revenge. Fields embarrasses you, and you steal his girl. I like it—a little fucking out of left field and a bit extreme—but your mom has been asking for a baby. You better hope she hasn’t come preloaded.
” I want to punch him in the mouth for even suggesting that Angel was already knocked up by that piece of shit.
The idea of Fields even touching her makes my stomach turn.
“Trust me when I say, Cousin, that he never touched her that way. I’d have to kill the son of a bitch. Not that I don’t already plan to do that. When it comes to Angel, everything is going according to plan.”
“Well, better be careful because you never know what else those bastards have in store.”
Then, I hear footsteps behind me. Fuck—she’s awake. “I’ve got to go.”
“I’m sorry I’m going to miss the wedding. Ciao.”
I end the call and then turn around to find Angel staring back at me in just her open robe, looking divine. “I hope to God that you didn’t just give my cousin a show.”
“I didn’t even see your screen, so I doubt he saw me. Anyway, I need to get dressed so I can see my brother.”
“Of course. Good morning, Angel.”
“Morning, Luca.” Her voice is cold and stoic.
She turns around and goes back into our bedroom without another look back.
Damn it, she heard part of our conversation, and it wasn’t the good part.
It’s not like she didn’t know I was getting at Fields when I pulled her into my arms at the station, so it shouldn’t upset her.
I tuck away the laptop and then stand up to check on my fiancée. “Angel, where are you?”
“In the shower,” she calls out. I groan, already adjusting myself. I take off my tee shirt and then step inside the bathroom.
“Damn it, Angel.”
“What? I can’t take a shower?”
“You can shower all you want, but you look so damn sexy.”
“Thank you.” I lick my lips, and she asks, “Are you horny, Luca?”
“You know damn well I am.”
“Do you want to join me?” I slide my pajama pants down and then enter the stall and pull her into my arms.
“I want you riding my cock and screaming my name.” Our bodies are firmly pressed together, grinding as I kiss her face as she does mine, and then I move to her pulse, licking and biting.
“Luca,” she whispers against my throat, lips caressing my skin so gently a shiver runs down my spine. This woman sends my pulse racing all the time.
“I need to be inside you. Say you want it, Angel. Say you want me deep inside you.”
“Luca, I need you inside me.”
“Part those thighs, baby. I want to be inside you right now, and you’re going to give me just what I want and what we both need.”
She does what I demand, rolling her head back against the shower tiles, moaning her needs.
“Please, Luca.” I nudge her legs open wider and lift her up, sliding my cock between her thighs and penetrating her in one swift thrust. I’m claiming my woman for myself because there’s no way I can get enough of her.
Every time I enter her, it feels like the first time.
It’s only been about a week, and I’m becoming more and more addicted.
If she thought those two days were bad for her, they were pure torture for me.
Staying away while I tried to learn more about her and the connection to the Torcello family was killing me.
My gut tells me she is innocent in all this shit, but that doesn’t change what I have to do.
Keeping my dick away from her made it easier to do the logical shit.
“Mine,” I grunt, pumping harder and harder. Water splashes all over my back as I dominate her body, controlling our pace and feeling the way her pussy locks on to me, gripping me tightly. “Tell me who you belong to. Tell me, Angel.”
“You.” She pants, staring at me with heated eyes.
“That’s right, baby. You’re perfect.” My hand slices through her wet hair and grips on as my hips keep moving, and I drag my mouth down the column of her throat.
I need to wring out her orgasm before she steals mine.
Every muscle in my body is tight, aching for release that I know she’s going to give me any moment.
She has more power over me than anyone has before.
She controls me, and she doesn’t even know it.
Her fingernails dig into my shoulders, marking me. “Luca.” Her whispers of my name only get louder as her body tightens, and then I feel her give in.
“That’s it, come hard.” I press my heels against the shower ledge to keep my footing as I let her bounce out her orgasm. “Good girl. Come for me.”
“Luca, damn you.”
“With you, I’m not damned.” I slam my mouth on hers and then crush her against the wall as I flood her with my release.
“I’m in heaven.” I fill her up until our release starts dripping out.
I slip out of her wetness and decide to wash up in another room in the house.
I have to deal with her little brother first before I go any further.
“I guess it’s time to wash up again.” I kiss her forehead and then leave to wash up in another bathroom.
Her brother is my next step; I have to get the little shit ready to see his sister and make sure he behaves.
He already betrayed my trust in a matter of minutes, but that wasn’t a problem.
See, he ratted me out to the wrong person.
He called his buddy Fields, who was already being monitored by his superiors, and the call came from inside my home.
They are gathering a team to come in tonight to rescue my wife and her brother from a supposed kidnapping.
I walk up to my butler and say, “Have brunch prepared in my sitting room for my bride and her brother, please.”
“Yes, sir.”
I enter the guest bedroom on the first floor where I set him up. It’s a small one and it isn’t the best, but it’s just enough that he can be seen with a watchful eye for the rest of the day, and he’ll think he has some freedom. “Great. What the hell are you doing here?”
“This is my house, after all, you little piece of shit.”
“Oh, so this is your place. This is how you spend your daddy’s money?”
“You’re a fucking idiot. I won’t take your bait, kid. You’re going to behave, and you’re going to be nice to your sister because if she’s upset for any reason, I’m going to take it out on your ass. You talk a lot of shit for someone in a dangerous situation.”
“I’m not afraid of you.” I can see the lie in his eyes.
“You should be, because the only thing stopping me from killing you is your sister.” I grab the little fuck by the collar and get face to face.
“And if she’s unhappy for any reason, I’ll change my mind.
” Releasing him so he falls on his ass, I step away and look over to Matteo and say, “Take him to see her. I have some matters to attend to.” I walk out of the room and then wait as they leave to head upstairs.
Then I call my father. “Dad, have everybody here earlier. The wedding starts in three hours.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. Unfortunately, the timetable has changed due to some foolishness.”
“Well, it’s already moved once. Are we going to have some major problems, Son?”
“We’re going to have a show, but I don’t foresee any major issues. That brother of hers is going to be a real pain in my ass.” Speaking of that little brat, I need to check on them before he does or says something stupid.
“I’m sure of it. We will straighten him out,” he says with a little snicker.
“We’ll have to, because she loves him and he’s the last of her family.”
“Until you start creating some more.”
“I’m working hard on that.” I make my way up the stairs and as I reach our bedroom, I send the guards away with a wave of my hand.
“I’m sure you are, Son. I’m sure you are.”
“I’ll talk to you later.” I open the door to the bedroom and hear that little bastard trying to get my woman to leave.