75. Luca “Bossy” DeVille
Chapter 75
Luca “Bossy” DeVille
Ariana
M y entire body is a mass of boneless jelly. I feel Luca kneel between my legs again, but this time, he raises one foot off the bed and removes my shoe, kissing my ankle before gently putting it down and doing the same to my other foot. How the man can still move is beyond me. Probably that whole working out thing again. All I can do is lie here and stare at the ceiling.
His smiling and satisfied face appears above me for a second before he gathers me up in his arms like a priceless treasure. He carries me to the bathroom, where there’s a tub full of water waiting. I didn’t even hear him run it. He lowers me into it, then climbs in behind me.
With a happy hum, I settle against his chest. “I could get used to this.”
His chuckle rumbles against my back. “I hope the tub in your room is this big then.”
“It’s bigger, actually. And has jets.”
“Well damn, I should have taken over your room when I first got here. ”
Our fingers tangle together, and my brain snags on a memory. “Damn it, I forgot to look inside our rings.”
“The rings you came all over?”
That goddamned gigglesnort escapes my lips, but knowing he loves it so much makes it less embarrassing. “Yes. Those rings.”
“They say the same thing my chest does.”
“You had ‘I fucking love you’ engraved inside our wedding rings?”
“Yep.”
I let out another happy hum. He so gets me. “That’s pretty perfect.”
“I thought so.” He kisses the shell of my ear. If I relax any more, I’ll melt right into him. We drink our champagne and soak until the water turns cool, then fall asleep wrapped up together in bed.
I wake up with my arms and legs tangled with Luca’s. I’m never awake before he is, so I just stare at him for a while. He’s so fucking handsome, so fucking sweet to me. Leaning forward, I start kissing his chest. He stirs as I make my way down his body and groans when I get to his cock. I lick his shaft, twirl my tongue over his head, then take him in my mouth. His hands tangle in my hair as he pumps his hips until he comes down my throat with a roar.
“Well, that’s my new favorite way to wake up,” he says, his eyes shining with wonder. He pulls me up until my knees are on either side of his head. “Sit on my face, baby.”
I’ve never hated my curves, but before Luca, I just accepted them. The way Luca loves them has made me love them, too. But not as a murder weapon. “I’ll smother you!”
“What? No, you won’t. Sit.”
“Carrying me around is one thing, but this isn’t a good idea.” I shift my weight to climb off him, but he grabs my hips and holds me in place. I look down at him, his face between my knees. Determined blue eyes hold mine, and the intense look he gives me sends a rush of desire straight to my core.
“Since I was in charge last night, I was going to let you have a turn next, but now you’ll have to wait. You are my own personal goddess, and I will worship you every day for the rest of my life. And if I die first, I’ll haunt your ass so I can keep worshiping you forever.”
“I do love a good paranormal romance,” I tease.
“You were made for me, Minx. Same way I was made for you.” His grip on my hips tightens, and there’s fire in his eyes. “Now put your hands on the goddamn headboard and fuck my face.”
Not one to back down from a challenge, I grab on and drop my hips. Then his tongue is deep in my pussy, and I’m moaning his name. He holds me there, his fingertips digging into my flesh in the bruising way that drives me wild, fucking me with his tongue and sucking my clit as I ride his face shamelessly. When I shatter, I feel like I’m made of stardust, floating in the air.
Crashing onto the mattress beside him, I roll onto my back. “Holy shit,” I gasp, breathing rapidly. There should be posters or something on the ceiling, with as much as I stare at it post orgasm.
Luca shifts until he’s above me and slams his mouth into mine. I love when he tastes like me.
He pulls back slightly. “You’re my fucking queen, Ari. And my face is your throne. Don’t ever be afraid to sit on it.”
Incapable of words, I simply nod.
“Good girl. ”
Shit, why does that always send a needy shiver throughout my body?
“Eating your pussy made me hard as hell again. So now I’m going to fuck you slowly. Make you feel every bit of me every time I thrust into you.”
“You’re a lot bossier now that we’re married.” I don’t think I’m complaining. Just stating a fact.
“You can take control any time you want to, baby,” he groans as he enters me at almost a leisurely pace. His hands pin my hips to the bed, keeping them from bucking.
On the third slow thrust, he breaks. “Fuuuuuuuck,” he grits out just before snapping his hips and pounding me into the mattress.
“As much as I would love to spend all day in bed, I also know better than to neglect to feed you or let you go without coffee.”
“You’re a smart man, Luca DeVille.” I grin and stretch like a cat before crawling out of bed. “ElastiCunt needs nourishment.”
I immediately pour a cup of coffee when we get to the kitchen, then poke around in the fridge.
“Ah, you’re awake! Just in time for lunch if you care to join us,” Dad says as he walks in the back door.
I turn and smile at him. “What’s for lunch?”
“We’re going super fancy, hot dogs on the grill and sides.”
“Ooohhh, we haven’t done that in too long.”
“We figured we’d do some easy meals after the excitement of the last few days. Hot dogs on the grill for lunch, leftover taco bar for dinner. ”
“Sounds fucking good to me,” Luca says. “Need help with anything?”
“Can you grab a few beers and start up the grill? Anthony is out back. Ari and I will bring the hotdogs out in a minute.”
Luca gives me a quick kiss before heading outside.
I look at Dad, wondering why he wanted a minute alone with me. He’s upset about something. “What’s up?”
“A couple of things. First, I need to let you know we received a letter demanding money, along with photos.”
I close my eyes as my stomach plummets. “When?”
“Thursday. I couldn’t bring myself to tell you before the wedding.”
Dad takes one of my hands in both of his while I drag air into my lungs. “I was hoping I was wrong,” I whisper.
He kisses the top of my head. “I know, sweetheart.”
“Does Luca know?”
“Yes.”
Alright, I’m not surprised he knows. Or that they kept it from me until after the wedding. I wouldn’t have told me, either.
“What else?” I ask with a heavy sigh, opening my eyes.
“I wanted to ask if you’re opposed to Anthony knowing what’s going on. A much less detailed account of things than what I gave Luca, to be sure.”
Confused, I tilt my head. “Why? What’s the point if he’s leaving soon?”
“He filed for divorce weeks ago and is planning to stick around. Tina went home this morning?—”
“Wait. She already left?” I know for a fact she didn’t say anything to Luca. “What the fuck?”
“I don’t know, Ari. Really, I don’t. She’s always been a problem.”
“Yeah, about that, did you date her or something. ”
Dad’s face pinches, and he shoots me a death glare that makes me giggle. “Good god, no. Why?”
“Something she said to me yesterday.” Part of me wants to tell him Tina called Mom—and me—trash. And maybe I would have a few minutes ago, before I knew about the letter and pictures. But we all have enough to worry about now. Shaking my head, I motion forward with my hands. “Doesn’t matter. Continue.”
He pauses, debating whether or not to let it go. When I grin at him, he purses his lips. “Mmhmm. Anyway, Anthony wants to be a good father again. Wants to be a part of the family again. Your mom and I thought we could let him stay here at the house unless anyone has a problem with it.”
“How does Luca feel about it?” He’s my first priority in this matter.
“I haven’t talked to him yet, wanted to get your opinion.”
“As long as Luca’s okay with it, I guess it’s fine with me.” Pointing my finger at him, my expression hardens. “But Daddy, if Anthony proves you wrong and hurts my husband, he’s not leaving the property alive, and I call first dibs.”
He nods like he does so often. “I’ll discuss it with Luca before telling Anthony anything.”
“He’ll appreciate that you talked to me first.”
“Yes, he will.” Dad’s face softens, and he smiles warmly. “All a father can hope for is that someone looks at his daughter the way Luca looks at you, Ariana. I knew he needed people in his life who cared about him, but I never expected you two to be such a match. He loves you very much.”
“Mmhmm,” I hum in agreement. But my brain is swirling. And my face must give me away.
“What’s wrong?” Dad sits on one of the stools. Thankfully, it’s not the one Luca and I defiled. Unless they got moved around. Shit…
“He… I think he loves me more than I love him. Which do esn’t seem possible because I love him so fucking much, but even with as much as I love him, he’s on a different level. I’m selfish and impulsive and don’t ever want to live apart from any of you. And I can’t live apart from Lil, ever. But Luca, he thinks about me first in everything. And even though he loves you all, too, he would be okay with just me.” I take a deep breath and meet Dad’s gaze with teary eyes. “I wouldn’t be okay with just him.”
“Oh, sweet girl.” He cups my cheeks in his hands, wiping a tear away. “Love isn’t always a balanced thing. You and Lil share a bond like I’ve never seen. That doesn’t mean you love Luca less than he loves you. You’ve had more love in your life than he has, and you’ve had to split it up between us all over the last fifteen years. Luca hardly had any. Giving or receiving. He didn’t care about anything before he came here, and you filled his heart with love. You brought that boy to life.”
Sniffing, I give him a weak smile. “Jeez, you’re such a sap, DeVille.”
He stands, laughing. “I blame you, your sister, and your mother.”
I wrap my arms around his middle. He immediately returns the hug. “Thanks, Dad.”
“For what, sweetheart?”
“For never making us feel like that. Like we weren’t loved.” We stand there for a minute before he speaks again.
“I’m proud of this woman you’ve become, Ariana. Your mom and I both, we’re so very proud of you.”
“Oh god, okay, enough mushy stuff. I’m getting emotional and hangry.”
He chuckles and grabs two different packages of hot dogs out of the fridge before going outside. I used to feel bad about not being able to eat the brand they all prefer, but I don’t anymore.
Sometimes, you just do what’s needed for the people you love, and my family is always willing to go the extra step.