17. Adriano
Adriano
I need to keep myself under control.
Lucy doesn’t know how much danger we’re in.
She can’t possibly understand. Even the bombing wasn’t enough to make it clear.
She’s from a world of privilege and safety, and maybe she went through some ugly social shaming, but that’s far from the nasty sharks circling us now.
I nearly lost my mind when I came home and found that note in the kitchen.
Luca’s going to suffer the consequences for this later.
But first, I’ll make my wife understand.
I let instincts guide me. I kick open the front door and drag her inside.
She stumbles after me, mouth hanging open.
I can see her pulse racing. I’m tempted to kiss her throat and bite down.
I want to drink her, taste her, breathe in her lust and sin.
Instead, I slam the door and shove her hard against the wall, making a mirror nearby rattle.
“Fuck, Adriano,” she says, breathing fast, the swell of her breasts rising and falling, her lips open in outrage.
“Did that hurt?” I pin her with my body. “Tell me to fucking stop then.”
She opens her mouth. Maybe to curse me. Maybe to tell me off. Instead, nothing comes out. She only stares with defiance before her jaw tightens.
“That’s what I thought,” I whisper, gripping her hair again. I lean down and kiss her neck. I nibble and nip at her lightly. She whimpers in my arms. “You’re defiant. You’re not used to living in my house. But you’ll learn.”
“Are you always so crazy?”
“Yes.”
She grinds herself against me. “Is this going to be my life? You’re going to make unreasonable demands? You’re going to storm in and embarrass me in front of my friend?”
“Only if you disobey me.”
“Great, you’re doing the macho asshole thing again.”
“I’m protecting you.” I reach up and cup her neck.
She gasps as my other hand slowly moves down her body, gliding along her breasts, down her belly.
She’s so beautiful it drives me wild. “You don’t understand how much danger we’re in.
Maybe the bodies in my basement will force the message into your stubborn head. ”
Her eyes widen. “Bodies?”
“Of our enemies.” I press my forehead against hers and tilt my chin forward. I bite her lower lip as I slip my hand down the front of her trousers. She’s wearing trendy wide-legged bottoms that cup her sweet ass and a crop top that exposes a slice of her middle.
“I’m not sure I like the idea of having literal bodies in our basement.”
“Then you married the wrong man.”
She moans as my fingers brush over her panties. Her heat floods me with aching want. My cock throbs with need as I graze my fingers up and down, teasing her.
“This is how you’re going to punish me?” She grips my back. “Doesn’t feel like a deterrent. If anything, you’re rewarding my bad behavior.”
I chuckle and press my fingers against her clit. She sucks in a breath, mouth hanging open.
I bite her again. This time, I bite harder. She groans in surprise, and I press my fingers harder, moving them in a circle, rolling around her clit.
“You want pain?” I ask, moving my hand from her throat. I take her by the hair again.
She stares at me, tongue pressed against her lower lip. There’s a small smear of blood. “You cut me.”
“Tell me to stop.”
But again, she says nothing, and this time I drag her from the wall.
She stumbles after me into the living room where I yank down her pants and expose her sweet ass covered by a pair of those lacy black panties I remember unpacking.
Her breath comes fast as I roughly bend her over the back of the couch and bring my hand down on her right cheek with a rough crack.
Her back arches in shock. She looks over her shoulder, mouth open in outrage. “Did you just fucking spank me?”
I tighten my grip on her hair, making her groan.
“You put yourself in danger.” Another spank, another.
Crack. Crack . Her back arches and she stares in astonishment, like she can’t believe this is happening.
“You risked your life to get a fucking drink. Next time, you will follow my rules.” Another spank.
Another. Her ass is pink with my handprint.
“You will tell my guard where you are going. You will make sure they’re protecting you if you have to leave the house.
You will keep yourself safe because if you aren’t safe, then I can’t function. ”
Another spank, a sick and beautiful crack of palm on beautiful skin, but this time I cup her pussy and tease her with my fingers. I yank her panties down, exposing her dripping lips, and slide my fingers up and down. Fuck, she’s dripping wet, soaked with honey and dew.
“You can’t… function?” She’s staring at me like she can barely understand. Her eyes flutter like she’s taking her first shot of pure heroin. “I don’t get it.”
“You’re my wife,” I say, sinking my thick fingers inside her.
I get them nice and wet, then I pull them out and shove them in her mouth.
I make her suck them and lick her own juices.
“You are mine now. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.
To keep you satisfied. To make you melt over and over, until you can’t think of anything but my cock. ”
Then I spank her again. She cries out, blinking rapidly. I give her half a second before I sink my fingers inside.
“Oh, fuck,” she says, spine arching. She pushes back. Greedy fucking girl. “That feels so good and bad at the same time.”
“Pleasure and pain.” I pull my fingers out, spank her, and sink them back in. “That’s right, baby. The hurt makes it sweeter. The hurt reminds you what you’re missing.”
“Fuck,” she gasps, pushing back into my hand.
“Look at you, so greedy.” I tug on her hair and lean forward. “Tell me you’re a greedy slut for me.”
“No,” she moans.
“Say it, baby. Tell me you’re a greedy fucking slut and I’ll spank you again.”
“Adriano,” she whimpers, mouth open. “Kiss me. Please kiss me.”
“Say it.”
“I’m a greedy fucking slut.”
I bury her mouth with mine. My tongue invades her lips as I sink my fingers in and fuck her pussy.
I control her, dominate her, own her and use her, and fuck, my blood sings for her.
She’s wine at midnight, she’s whiskey in the morning, she’s every good mistake I’ve ever made, and everything that’ll break me.
And I want her. God, I want her. I spank her again, roughly, hard, making her gasp, and this time I unbuckle myself and slip my cock free.
She’s drooling now. Dancing right on the edge. And I can’t help myself.
“Beg,” I command, stroking my cock. I hold one of her wrists behind her back. Her legs are spread. Her firm ass is bright red. There’s going to be a bruise tomorrow. I can’t wait to see it.
“Fuck me,” she groans. “I’m a needy, greedy slut. Fuck me, Adriano, fuck me, fill me and fuck me.”
I pull her hair and slide my cock into her mouth. Her eyes widen in surprise as I make her suck my cock. It gets nice and wet with her drool, and only after I’ve used her mouth, and gotten myself nice and soaked, do I finally sink myself into her pussy.
She immediately grinds back into me, wanting to take every inch.
We’re a rough and sweaty mess. I fuck her deep, not holding back, and she’s aching for it.
I feel her pulsing around my cock. She bucks back, driving me deeper and deeper, and I lean against her finding the rhythm.
She’s nightmares, she’s wet dreams. I could lose myself in her forever if I wanted, and that scares me.
I drive myself deeper, mindless with need.
“Oh my god, Adriano,” she says, moving back. I kiss her over her shoulder. Her mouth tastes like melons and tea. “I’m so fucking close.”
“Come for me, you beautiful little slut. You look so perfect. Come for me now and let it all go.”
She shivers, eyes rolling back as I drive into her over and over again, one hand slipping up her top to roughly tease her breasts, until she finally loses it.
Her triggers pull as she comes on my dick, every muscle in her body contracting.
There is nothing sexier than watching her orgasm, and it finally drives me over the edge too.
I grip her hips and thrust deeper and deeper before I finish in hard, bliss-filled spurts, heaven rolling down my spine, the orgasm hitting me from toes to skull and back down again.
There’s a moment after we’re both finished.
The house is dead quiet. I can only hear her breathing.
I pull her against me and hold her tight, her back against my chest, my half-hard cock against her lower back.
I wrap my arms around her and breathe in the smell of her hair, and I wonder if I could stay just like this for hours.
If I could forget about all my other responsibilities, about the Marino Famiglia, about the Canadian smuggling operation and the hedge fund, about everything but her.
And it terrifies me, deep down into my core.
She wriggles from my grip. Her cheeks are flushed and she’s smiling as she kisses me lightly. “I’ll be right back.” Awkwardly, she pulls on her panties, then hurries off to the powder room.
I stand there breathing hard. Fuck, what was that? Right then, with her in my arms?
My whole life has been about the Famiglia. I came of age under my father, learned how to be a man from his Capos, learned how to kill and steal from his soldiers, learned how to lead from the Don himself. The Famiglia is everything. Without it, I’m less than a worm.
And yet for one brief moment, a piece of me would’ve given all that up if it meant being in her arms.
That’s pure madness.
I’m dressed by the time she comes back. I can tell she’s a little disappointed. I sit at the table, composing myself. I need distance between the two of us. I need to be able to think.
“I know you miss your friend,” I say as she pulls her pants back on.
She shrugs a little. “It’s not your fault.”
“I was thinking. We could hire her.”
She pauses and looks back at me, frowning. “Really? You’d do that?”
“Donatella’s been saying she could use some help around the house. That would free her up to focus more on my father. Kennedy would do basic cleaning and cooking. It wouldn’t be glamorous.”
For some reason, she stares down at the floor and doesn’t look happy. I thought this would have eased her mind a little bit, having her friend around.
But she shakes her head.
“No, that’s okay.”
“Are you sure?”
“Honestly, I think it’s better this way. I mean, if she doesn’t work for me.” She hugs herself, not meeting my gaze. “Thanks for the offer, though. That’s really generous.”
“Tell me if you change your mind.”
“I just need a friendship that doesn’t have anything to do with my family, you know what I mean? And if she works for me again…” Lucy sounds a little panicked, which surprises me.
But I can understand what she’s saying. It’s hard to be real friends with an employee. Sometimes money and status only complicate life. Maybe she’s right, and it’s better this way.
“In the future, follow the rules.” I stand and look away. “It’s for your safety and for my peace of mind.”
“You really care that much?”
I don’t respond. What can I say?
Yes, Lucy, I’m fucking obsessed with you .
Instead, I leave the room, afraid that if I don’t, I’ll never want to be apart from her. And that’s a weakness I can’t afford.