Chapter 16
Lucca
It’s a relief that Coco knows who I am now, that the truth is no longer a secret between us.
Despite how she found out—a price Preston will pay for later—she hasn’t run.
In fact, it turns her on how deadly I am.
While my threats to harm her were empty, the sexual pain can be every bit as effective, and now that I know she’s anticipating it, I find myself formulating ways to broaden her desires.
“Have I mentioned how stunning you are?” With a hand on her back and my lips to her ear, I guide her to our table near the back, affording us privacy.
“In fact, you haven’t.” I growl at her teasing smile. She smells like me, and I can’t get enough of it. I plastered her lovely tits with my cum after she sucked my soul out of my balls, and I want to paint her with it now. Her porcelain skin would be the most exquisite canvas.
“Apologies, mia amore. I can’t take my eyes off you.” Brushing my lips along her throat, I guide her into the circular booth before joining her, then wave away the hostess with a flick of my hand. My attention remains focused on the woman that I call mine.
“That was kind of rude,” she leans up to whisper in my ear. Her soft breath is feverish against my skin.
“What was?” I meet her gaze, not understanding what she means.
“Waving the girl away without a thank you,” she points out, and when I see the uncertainty in her eyes, it hits me like a sledgehammer. Coco works in the service industry and has likely been brushed off in the same manner before.
“You’re right,” I reply, because she is. “I hadn’t even thought about it before.” Gesturing to a waiter, I ask him, “Could you send the hostess who seated us over?” I add, “Please,” when I’m elbowed in the ribs.
The man pales. “Is something wrong? I can get a manager…”
My head shakes before he’s finished, and I respond, “No, just send her over. Please.” Being challenged like this is unusual for me.
Coco turns her head into my chest, giggling at the blanched skin of the server in the face of my potential wrath. “Does everyone know who you are, and I was just oblivious?”
I shrug, not wanting her to feel foolish because I happen to adore her innocent, wide-eyed way she looks at the world.
“Yes?” The hostess appears, slightly nervous and with a man hovering a few feet away. The manager, I presume.
Coco sits back slightly to watch our interaction.
“I wanted to apologize for the way I dismissed you. My wife wasn’t pleased, and I realized you’re just doing your job with little to no appreciation.
” Taking out a crisp hundred-dollar bill from my pocket, I hand it to her.
“This is yours.” My eyes shift to the manager. “And it better stay that way.”
The girl, who is maybe nineteen, becomes speechless as she stares at the bill. “Thank you.” Her throat works hard to swallow while fighting back tears. “Thank you so much.”
“Hey.” Coco grabs her attention. “If anyone tries to take that from you, send them this way. Lucca won’t allow them to steal from you.” The girl preens under my woman’s promise.
It’s this moment that I realize that Coco isn’t just my sanctuary, she’s about to take the underworld by storm with her kind heart, offering a fierce protectiveness that not many men can relate to.
“Your most discreet server for us this evening,” I request, and the girl nods vigorously before running off to the kitchen to get us just that.
The wormy manager still stands idly by, unsure how to react.
“Can I flick him away?” I murmur to Coco, who laughs behind her hand and nods her head.
Impressing a deadly glare upon him, he scurries off like a cockroach.
After a few minutes of staring down any man who even considers glancing in Coco’s direction, my hand finds the slit in her dress and travels upwards until her legs spread wide and my fingers are three deep in her pussy.
“Compliments of the chef, Mr. Marcello. He says you’re old friends.” Our server appears with a bottle of their finest champagne.
“We are. Went to school together many eons ago.” I nod when she silently asks to pour us each a glass.
“I’ll take a glass of Benriach, and my wife will have the chef’s famous hot cocoa topped with whipped cream sprinkled with cinnamon and a splash of sugar cookie syrup, as well.
” She acknowledges me and takes off to get our order.
“That all sounds very fancy.” Coco sighs as I massage the core of her pussy, impatient to get my dick inside of her.
“Expensive, sure. I wouldn’t say fancy.”
Her eyes spear me with a sardonic look. “Says the man who grew up with everything.”
We’ve spoken about her upbringing before, and I hate that I wasn’t there to take away all her loneliness and pain. The best I can do is provide her with everything her heart desires now and every day going forward.
“Smartass,” I reply, sliding my fingers from her heat and slapping her twice, causing her to jump and moan. It earns her a few stares before my glower turns people away again.
“I really like when you do that.” Coco reaches for her champagne flute, testing it out with a small sip before taking a larger mouthful. “That is perfect.”
The sweet, bubbly drink is precisely the kind I knew she’d like. Which was why I requested it when booking our table. The chef gifting us a bottle was his way of sucking up.
“It’d taste better coming from your sweet pussy.”
Coco’s eyes widen as the server approaches with our appetizers.
“We didn’t order anything, though.” Puzzled looks adorable on her as she licks her lips and leans forward, reaching for the baked brie with strawberry jam resting on top of grilled pineapple slices.
“God, this is good.” She covers her mouth with her hand as she speaks and chews.
That would be a turn-off if it were any other woman, but I’m utterly fascinated.
“When I made the reservation, I ordered ahead.”
Her eyes widen, and I smirk as I take a sip of my drink.
“How do you know I’m not allergic to anything?” Her eyebrow lifts in challenge.
“Medical records.”
Her jaw drops, but she recovers quickly and offers me the final bite of her treat. I suck her fingers into my mouth, and her wispy moan makes my dick crawl with need for her. I don’t know if I’ll last through dinner if she keeps making those sexy little noises.
“You know….” She dabs her mouth with a napkin, eyeing up more of the brie dish. “God, that jam is delicious.” Topped on the tips of her erect nipples, it would hold my attention. “You do a lot of illegal things.” She whispers the last two words like they’re a dirty secret.
“Indeed, I do.” No point in denying it.
“Won’t you get into trouble?” Our gazes touch briefly, and in those few seconds, I see the fear she harbors over my possible arrest.
“Mia amore.” I pluck the bite she’s about to take and set it back on the plate.
This is far more important than food. Turning her face to mine, I lean forward, licking across her lips as I say, “I will never do anything to be taken from you. I pay people a great deal of money to carry out certain aspects of my life, and I promise, not even one of them would dare chance my fury in order to get themselves out of trouble. I’m not going anywhere. ”
Nibbling on her lip, Coco releases a breath. “Promise?”
“Swear on my life.”
Moving in closer, I capture her mouth and make love to it the way my dick wants to with her pussy. Her sigh and moan are all I need to feel secure that she’s comforted.