19. Fallon #3
“My mom loved to cook. She taught me how to make bolognese by myself by the time I was eight. It was very important to her that I could make my future wife and family a meal. When she got sick, I started spending more time with her, sitting in the kitchen whenever I could. Eventually she got too weak to be able to make an entire dish, so I would help her. They became some of the best years of my life before she died,” he says beside me, his fingers hovering over his wineglass. “She would have really liked you.”
It shouldn’t matter to me whether his mom would have approved of me, but it’s nice to know he thinks so.
“I’m sorry she passed.” The thought of Luciano cooking with his mom in her last days warms my heart in a way I can’t begin to describe.
He twirls some pasta around his fork and holds it up to my mouth. “Thanks, baby. It was a long time ago.”
We eat in silence for a few minutes, a moan escaping me every now and then as I devour my entire plate.
“I want you to accompany me to my cousin’s birthday party next weekend. She wants to meet you.”
“Okay,” I agree without hesitation because if he wants to introduce me to those who he’s closest with, I’m not going to turn him down.
Though I hope she likes me because I got the feeling she is important to Luciano.
“Yeah?” he asks.
I nod, and when he leans over to kiss me, I return it immediately. Never in my life has someone made me feel the way Luciano Ricci has. But, somehow, he keeps showing me both the good and bad sides of being with him, and I don’t mind that he’s not perfect.
Dim lighting leads the way through the wide hallways of Luciano’s house as he shows me into his bedroom.
As I look around at the space that’s probably the size of my entire apartment, I can’t help but feel a spark of anxiety flickering in my chest. He grew up with money, but I didn’t.
Is it going to bother him one day that I’m not as sophisticated as he is?
Then I turn around and meet his focused gaze, and that spark turns into a fire burning within me that goes straight to my core. Luciano stares at me, silent and serious, almost like a lion watching its prey, and he’s starved.
“Remember your safeword, princess?” he finally asks.
I nod, though I’m trembling inside. “Red.”
“Good girl,” he says. “I want to be rough with you tonight, baby. Can you handle that?”
My nipples pucker inside my bra, scratching against the lacy material in the most perfect way. “Yes.”
Luciano arches an eyebrow at me as if he’s expecting something else. It only takes a blink for me to know what it is.
“Yes, Daddy.”
As soon as I say it, he’s on me, hands roaming over me while he tugs and pulls at my clothes until I’m completely naked before him and aroused, while he’s still fully dressed.
“Kneel,” he commands firmly while he unbuckles his belt, then undoes his pants. “Open your mouth for Daddy.”
Wetness gushes from my pussy when I do as he says, dropping to my knees on the thick rug. As soon as I open my lips, Luciano steps forward with his hard cock bobbing in front of him. He shoves it in, his free hand taking a handful of my hair in his grip.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth. Since you won’t be able to speak, if you need me to stop, tap my thigh three times,” he tells me.
Salty precome hits my tongue, and I swallow while he slowly moves in and out of my mouth, testing how far he can go before I gag. Every time I start to, he pulls out, then does it again.
Hard and fast, he fucks my mouth mercilessly while the entire time staring down at me intently. I return his gaze, my clit throbbing. My fingers grip his thighs for balance, and I take everything he gives me until finally he yanks his hips back and reaches down to grab me.
The mattress is soft when he lowers me onto it so my ass is on the edge. Luciano is silent as he rolls a condom on, then steps between my legs and thrusts his cock into me. I’m so wet, my pussy takes him easily, though I cry out as he stretches me to the max.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his stare serious and glassy. “You were mine the second I saw you, princess. I just fucking knew it.”
My heart swells, but I don’t have time to think about it because Luciano presses his thumb to my clit and pulses it against the delicate nub. He’s still clothed, but for some reason, that doesn’t take away from how hot he looks as he fucks me deeply.
Sparks sizzle throughout me, my vision blurred slightly as I grab his tie, yanking him toward me.
He kisses me, continuing to flick my clit until I can’t hold on anymore, and I let my head fall back, screaming out my orgasm.
As I moan and thrash around, Luciano’s movements become erratic.
A moment later, he groans and trembles, his thrusts slowing as he comes with me.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters as he hovers over me with his forehead resting on mine. “You’re nothing I’ve ever experienced before, Fallon. Not ever.”
I’m glad the room is dim as my lips quiver and emotion swells in my throat. I don’t know how this man has managed to mark my soul so quickly, but I’m afraid I’m too far gone for Luciano Ricci already to ever turn back.
Slowly, he pulls out of me and then goes into the bathroom, returning with a washcloth. When I reach out to take it, he gently swats my hand away and then proceeds to clean me up.
“You’re going to learn that I enjoy doing this for you. It turns me on to take care of you so intimately.”
My cheeks burn.
Well. Okay, then.
Can’t really argue with that.