Chapter 15
Coco
I take a few calming breaths.
Lucca is waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, and Jason and Sabrina have prompted me a few times to get my ass down there, but I’m having a hard time, and I’m not sure why.
This man, he consumes my every thought and breath with just an intense glance from his mesmerizing eyes.
His touch inflames me until all I can think about is where his fingers or lips will be next.
“Coco?” Preston’s sharp tone makes me sit up straighter. “I’m coming in.” The door opens as I get to my feet. His dark gaze does a sweep of the room before landing on me as he pushes the door shut behind him. “Well, well, well, look how nice you clean up.” His smirk tells me he’s teasing.
“Thank you.” I can’t curb the blush that tints my cheeks. Lucca would be furious at his flirting.
“What’s the hold up?” Preston crosses his arms as he leans casually against the door.
“I don’t know. Nerves?” Am I nervous? Because I know that tonight he’ll take my virginity? For all intents and purposes, he’s done that already. There’s not much we haven’t done over the last several weeks.
Preston hums. I can tell he disagrees with me. “Want to know what I think?”
“God, yes.” Was that too eager? I don’t care.
“You’re afraid the outside world will think you aren’t good enough for him.” That takes the wind from my sails. “You think they’ll see the lonely little girl who grew up without love or family and convince him you aren’t worth the dress you’re wearing.”
I plop onto the edge of the bed, silence surrounding me at the truth in his words.
“You nailed that one.” Even I hear the lament in my voice.
Pushing off the door, Preston comes to sit next to me.
He places a heavy hand on my covered thigh and tilts my chin up to look at him with the other one.
“Lucca has never allowed anyone to sway his decisions. If he had, we’d have stopped frequenting your coffee shop the day I noticed your interest in him. ”
“Gee, thanks.”
He smirks at my wry amusement.
“I’ve watched him speculate for months about who was leaving him the thoughtful gifts, knowing it was you.
After the first couple, I realized you were harmless and didn’t have a clue how powerful he was.
” My brows scrunch together at his phrasing.
I honestly still don’t know. “But Lucca was…charmed. When in the world do you see a little sprite of a woman gifting such simple things to a big, bad mafia guy?” He lifts an eyebrow in question, glossing over the truth he’s just revealed to me.
“So, he is mafia,” I choke out. I’d suspected but had no proof, even after my conversation with Jason weeks ago.
“Yeah, little girl, mafia. You going to run now?” I glare at his challenge.
“Is there human trafficking involved? Dog fighting? Kicking little children?” Cause I think I’d draw the line at those.
“No,” he laughs softly, and it’s not a horrible sound from a man who hardly ever smiles. “Nothing like that. Despite the shadiness of our lives, we don’t hurt anyone who doesn’t deserve it.”
Ignoring that little tidbit, I ask, “Why hasn’t he told me?”
“He thinks you’ll run. That you won’t be able to handle his dirty dealings and bloodlust.” My nose scrunches at his description.
“So what good am I in his life, then? I don’t add to it.” That thought is sobering. Lucca can have anything or anyone he wants.
“You’re my home.” Speak of the devil. His baritone vibrates through my blood, making my body stand at attention, waiting for his command.
“Get out,” he barks at Preston, who chuckles as he squeezes my thigh.
Lucca stops him with a hand on his chest. “Touch her again, and I’ll cut your hand off and feed it to you. ”
“Enjoy your evening, little one.”
Lucca growls at Preston again as he howls in amusement, then leaves us alone.
“Stand up.” My body obeys the bark in my man's tone. Seeing him on edge, I wouldn’t deny him anything right now, or ever. “How is that so fucking sexy when it covers you from neck to ankle?” It’s rhetorical, of course, so my mouth stays shut, allowing Lucca to enjoy his view.
The silence makes me nervous. “You like it, then?”
He holds out a hand for me, I take it, and he encourages me to spin slowly in a circle. His hand drops to the curve of my ass and lowers until he gropes each globe.
“You let Preston touch you,” he says accusatorily in my ear. “Expect a punishment for that.”
My breath hitches, knowing he intends to spank me, and boy, have I been looking forward to this for weeks.
“Okay.” Am I as breathless as I sound?
He unzips his pants, and my thighs squirm.
“On your knees, amore.” I slink down and sit back on my heels, waiting for his instruction.
“This is going to be far too quick. Open your mouth, keep your eyes on mine.” I comply, then Lucca’s fist jerks his hot length before slowly pushing his cock into my mouth with a hand on the back of my head.
Moaning around his girth, my lips close as he stuffs me full. His leaking tip hits the back of my throat, and I swallow slowly, causing him to moan this time.
“Stay just like this.” His whole length won’t fit without choking me because he’s just too thick and long, but I love when he takes control and uses me as a vessel for his pleasure. “Swallow matching my movements. That’s it…ah fuck…your mouth is pure heaven.”
For such a large man, he’s so gentle with me. A finger strokes my jaw as I soften for him, taking his rigid length a little deeper. His groan of pleasure makes my pussy leak for him to fill me.
“You’re my little cum slut, aren’t you?” I nod eagerly, loving his flavor and texture, the way his body tenses before he releases a flood of his essence into my mouth while praising me.
It’s addicting. “Just for me, though, right, mia amore?” Humming, I bob my head as much as possible before he pushes farther into my throat, blocking my airway, which should be terrifying, but I enjoy everything he does to me.
Closing his eyes, Lucca’s head drops back on his shoulders as he remains still. He’s trying not to come too quickly, but from the way the juicy vein in his cock throbs, I can tell he’s close. Too close, and he wants it to last.
Feeling bold, I tilt my head back as my legs spread, lowering me closer to the ground, and swallow around the head of his cock. I’m shocked when he shouts, but I don’t stop, and when he finally glances back down at me, my tongue massages him until he can’t hold on anymore.
“Open,” he growls fiercely, pinching my chin to force me to release him a second before he pulls back and spews inside my mouth in long, thick ropes of pleasure.
His body vibrates with the force of his release, and when I can’t swallow fast enough, he starts scooping the escaped semen into his hand and sliding it into the diamond cutout to rub his cum into my breasts.
Once he’s finished unloading into my mouth, I lick my lips, savoring the flavor of him and loving that he loses control like that with me.
He cups my throat, and I feel the warm stickiness of his leftovers in his palm and nearly come on the spot. “You will not wash me off at any point tonight, or you won’t like the punishment. Is that clear, Coco?”
I’m startled by the severity of his tone; it’s a little terrifying.
He helps me to my feet, his limber fingers tightening before rubbing up and down my throat and resting just under my chin so I can’t look away from him.
I grasp his wrist in one hand and hold his stare while gathering the skirt of my dress in the other and pulling him over to the bed.
We sit, then I stare up at him before spreading my thighs, scooting back, and lying down.
“Then I want my scent on your monster dick and your face,” I say. This bold woman I am becoming is a bit startling and very intriguing. I don’t understand it, but I know it’s only because of Lucca’s obsession with me that I’m able to be so forward in the bedroom.
A predatory grin splits his lips as devilish desire shines brightly in his icy-blue stare. “With pleasure.”
He applies pressure to his grip on my throat, steps forward, and rubs his semi-hard dick through my folds. We both moan as he bumps my clit, sending zaps of pleasure throughout my body.
Thoroughly coated in my juices, Lucca draws away and tucks his hardness back in his pants, then drops to his knees.
Gripping the back of each of my thighs, a whimper escapes as he presses his face into my heat.
He laps at me like I’m his favorite treat and rubs his face all around my sex.
Nipping my quivering pearl, he pulls back without providing me the orgasm I’m so desperate for.
“Mean, mean man,” I accuse as he helps me to my feet and fixes my dress and hair. “I need to fix my makeup.” I’m certain my lipstick now stains his dick.
“No, I like you looking like my little sex doll. Makeup still in place, but a dreamy look on your face. Perfection.” He leans down to drop a kiss on my mouth, and I’m surprised by how much I enjoy my musk on his lips and stubbled beard. “Do I smell like you now?”
“Yes,” I sigh happily.
“Good. No more of this insecurity. You are my queen. The place I find happiness, and nothing or no one will ever change that, and if they try to, I’ll kill them.
” His vicious tone shouldn’t be as astonishing as it is, but his seriousness takes me aback.
Even after Preston confirmed his biggest secret.
“So, it’s true then?” I glance up hesitantly. “You’re part of the mafia?”
A harshness enters his eyes that I’ve rarely seen when he’s with me.
It turns my veins to ice. “Mia amore, I’m not simply part of the mafia.
I am the one and only kingpin of Detroit.
My word is law in these parts, and I don’t tolerate disrespect or betrayal.
” It seems like I’m being given a warning.
“I see.” I’m not sure I do entirely, but I’m learning.
“I’m your king”—he leans down to nuzzle his face into my neck, biting over the collar of my dress—“and you are my queen, my life, my sanctuary. Darkness in the daylight, you are my heaven at night.” My breath catches at his inference.
“And if this isn’t the life I wanted?” It hurts just saying those words. I never want to leave Lucca.
“It’s too late now, mia amore.” The veiled threat has the opposite effect than intended.
I whimper, my pussy floods with arousal, and my nipples harden to the point of pain.
“You like that. The threats, the danger, the fact I’ll never allow you to run from me.
I’ll chain you to my bed before you can even formulate an escape plan.
” I sigh as he slides a hand into the slit of my dress and rewards me with a soft clit massage.
“You’ll be my little prisoner, taking dick whenever I feel the urge.
Screaming while I hurt you.” Whimpers escape me, and the pressure of release brings me to the cusp of tipping over the edge.
“Don’t worry, my sweet little doll, I’ll have you screaming loud enough to wake the dead in a very short time. ”
He pinches my clit, and a short but intense orgasm jolts through my body. Held up only by Lucca’s hand around my throat, I nearly pass out from the pleasure.