22. Saverio
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SAVERIO
I ’ll admit, the first time I saw Lucia at fourteen, I didn’t think about her as a potential partner or future lover. She was just a child, picking dandelions and mouthing off to strangers with more power than she could ever realize. But as our lives intertwined and she grew up, I found myself attracted to her dark beauty and her sparkling wit.
In the backseat of my car on Lucia’s prom night, I knew she was a virgin. I sensed it in the timidity of her touches and the responsiveness of her body. I was certain that her pissant high school boyfriends didn’t know how to please a woman, let alone pop her cherry in a way that made her crave sex like an addict. But I did, and even in my car’s cramped backseat, I showed her what to expect from every man who came after me.
I didn’t realize I’d fall for Lucia the second I was inside her. That our gaze would lock as I pushed past her virginal barrier, and I’d see the rest of my life flash before my eyes. My father was looking for a match for me, someone who would strengthen the family and bring prestige to the Castiglione name. And in that one moment, all his plans went to hell. Lucia emblazoned her name across my soul in indelible ink.
I had other women; I tried to erase her stain on my heart. But it was too late—no one ever compared.
I hated myself for falling for a woman so much younger than me, who had her whole life ahead of her, whose family had a penchant for snubbing mine. But every time we met, every time we came together in a feverish blur of love-making and sex, she owned another little piece of me.
That’s why I have to own her, why I have to leave a permanent mark on her. I am weak and helpless when it comes to Lucia, and I have to take my power back.
H er hot breath tickles my ear as she gasps and moans, her body writhing against mine as she rides my cock. “Oh god, you feel so good,” Lucia whispers, her nails digging into my shoulders as she arches her back, thrusting herself against me in a frenzy. I can feel the heat of her breath on my neck as her hips grind against mine, her wetness coating us both. Her breasts jiggle with every motion, slapping against my chest in a sensual rhythm that sends shivers down my spine. Lucia’s moans grow louder and more desperate, and I know she’s getting close.
My hands grip her supple, round ass tightly, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as she rides me harder and faster. The slapping of our bodies echoes through the room, a symphony of skin on skin that fills the air with an intense, primal energy. I hold my breath, feeling her body tense in anticipation of what’s to come. My grip on her hips tightens as I start to thrust upwards, matching the rhythm of her movements as she takes me deeper.
“Fuck!” Lucia’s exclamation echoes off the walls, her voice filled with urgency and desperation. Her eyes squeeze shut, and her nails dig deeper into my shoulders. She’s close, I can tell.
I grab the back of her neck and pull her toward me, capturing her lips in a searing kiss and tasting her sweetness as she gasps into my mouth. She grinds against me, seeking more friction, her moan turning into a whimper. She growls into the kiss, her tongue pushing against my lips as her hips meet mine in perfect harmony. Her nails leave red lines on my skin, but the pain only fuels me more, making me thrust harder into her.
As Lucia’s climax builds, my own need for release intensifies. I grip her hips forcefully, keeping her in place as she grinds against me, each thrust met with a guttural moan.
“Fuck, I’m… I’m gonna come.” Lucia bites her lower lip, her hips rocking back and forth against mine in a desperate attempt to take me deeper inside of her. Her slick walls constrict around my throbbing member with each thrust, her moans growing louder and huskier as she calls out my name. I lose myself in the tightness of her velvety folds, spilling my hot release deep within her pulsing core.
Her eyes fly open, staring into mine as her body shudders with pleasure. I can feel her walls tightening around me, squeezing my cock, pulling it deeper inside her. It’s an unbelievable sensation. Her muscles twitch and spasm as she orgasms, her pussy milking me dry. Her back arches, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she reaches the peak of pleasure.
I hold her tight, refusing to let go until she’s wrung every last drop of pleasure from the moment. My own body feels like it’s on fire, my cock throbbing as I pulse inside Lucia’s warmth, spurting my cum deep inside her core. She groans, her lips parted in a blissful smile, as she collapses onto me, and her breathing finally begins to slow.
We lay there for a few moments in a heap of sweaty limbs and post-coital bliss before she ruins it. Lucia pulls away from me and looks between us, where we’re still connected. “Fuck,” she swears, “I shouldn’t have let you cum inside me.” Her face is coated in a thick sheen of guilt and shame.
This happens every time. The second she orgasms, it’s like she remembers she hates me. It’s why I can never own her, as much as I try. She is too much her own woman to be mine for too long.
I hold onto her out of anger, grinding my twitching cock inside her again. “I didn’t cut that damn implant out of your arm for no reason, Lucia,” I remind her.
Her eyes blaze with newly-remembered hatred. “You can’t control my actions when I leave here, Saverio.” There’s a warning in her tone. Her voice carries an undercurrent of defiance, a reminder that despite our twisted intimacy, she still holds onto her autonomy. “If I wanted to go to Walgreens and get Plan B in the morning, I could.”
I tighten my grip on her waist, frustrated that she would ruin our night like this. We had an enjoyable evening at Tate’s after the whole Kristopher thing, and we just orgasmed in unison. Why does she have to ruin it with the reality of our situation?
“Careful, Lucia,” I warn her as I narrow my eyes.
“It’s not an ideal birth control plan,” she goes on, “but I can afford a $50 pill on the rare occasion we have sex.”
Her voice is no longer fun and teasing, the playful lilt replaced by a steely edge that cuts through the afterglow. The enjoyment I got from our night together disappears with every passing second, evaporating like mist in the harsh light of reality. Lucia steals the wind from my sails and sends up waves instead, her words crashing against my contentment and leaving me adrift in a sea of frustration. The warmth of our shared intimacy cools rapidly, replaced by a chill that settles deep in my bones.
“This is your last warning.”
Lucia grinds her hips against mine. “I don’t know why I didn’t think about this sooner. Cum in me all you want.”
I push her aside, anger flooding my veins. “Sleep well,” I glare. “I’m going to sleep on the couch.”
As she curls up in my bed, her form a silhouette against the rumpled sheets, I make plans. My lust is forgotten, replaced by a cold determination that settles in my chest. I walk outside, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heated atmosphere I’ve left behind. Crossing the dew-dampened lawn, my bare feet leaving temporary imprints in the grass, I approach the suite housed a hundred yards behind my home. Its windows are dark, but I don’t care. I knock on the front door, three sharp raps that echo in the stillness, knowing better than to walk in unannounced.
A few moments later, Raffaele sleepily opens the door. “What the fuck,” he groans when he sees me standing there. “Why are you naked? Jesus Christ.” He disappears inside for a moment, and I cross the threshold. When he returns, he has a blanket. “Was that necessary?”
I wrap the blanket around my waist out of respect. “We have a problem.”