Chapter 17
Coco
My entire body is an inferno of heat and lust. Not only from the warmth of the horse-drawn carriage, but because the man next to me is eating me with his eyes. Seducing me with every stroke of his fingers, and I’m lost to the thoughts of our night together.
Dinner was divine.
The food, delicious.
The champagne, enticing.
The company, sinful.
I’m ready for him to claim me. Now. I need to feel Lucca pounding between my legs as he pins me to the bed. Our tongues tangling and fighting for dominance in my mouth, knowing full well I will always submit to my dark and dirty kingpin.
God.
The mafia.
A kingpin.
I never would have guessed. I bet Sabrina and Janet were aware, though.
Lucca can be intense, but with me, it’s in a different way. An overwhelming, obsessive way that keeps me guessing what he wants, while knowing everything he desires.
I’m not completely stupid. I realize he does bad things.
Has hurt people and will continue to do so.
Recognizing that I have no bearing on that part of his life makes it easier to focus on the here and now, so I allow happiness to invade my turbulent thoughts, along with the chilly air and falling snow, while the tree is lit up, and the cheers ring through the audience.
Leaning into Lucca’s side, he pulls the thick blanket higher up my body, ensuring I don’t suffer a moment's chill from the winter evening. Turning into him, my cold nose causes him to groan as it touches the warmth of his throat.
“This was beautiful, Lucca. Thank you for the evening.” Kissing the pulse in his neck, I flick my tongue out, earning another groan from him.
“I’d like to go for drinks now. It’s getting a little too chilly for my liking.
” He will lose his mind when he sees the dress, and I’m skeptical whether we’ll leave our hotel room once it’s on, but I’d like to try.
I find his protective streak fascinating.
His eyes snap down to mine as he directs our driver to head back to the hotel a few blocks away. Nothing else is spoken between us as we trot along, stopping only for lights or pedestrians.
When we arrive, Lucca exits first and tips the man handsomely before helping me down.
Keeping me close to his body with a hand across my back, he leads us inside, where a bellman holds the door for us.
The lobby bustles with the number of winter events going on this evening, and I feel Lucca tense beside me as he starts moving faster.
Alarmed, I study his face and notice a tick in his jaw as his eyes roam the room, never allowing anyone to get too close to me.
“Lucca?”
He grunts but doesn’t look down. Something he saw has captured his attention, but he continues on. The elevator opens as we approach. People exit, and he quickly rushes me to enter, preventing anyone else from boarding with us.
“Sorry, amore.” Could he be any more perfect? Apologizing before I can scold him for being so rude to others who were waiting too.
“Can you explain what’s going on now?”
He grunts again, but no answer is forthcoming as he takes out his phone and starts typing.
“Preston and a couple other men will be joining us this evening,” he murmurs.
The doors slide open, and we walk out before I can muster up a protest. The entrance to our suite is a few feet away when Lucca pauses and shoves me behind his back.
“What’s going on?” I peer around him, seeing nothing, but he seems on edge, and in turn, that ignites my fear.
“Please tell me,” I whisper, and hook my fingers in the belt loop of his trousers.
Lucca retrieves his keycard and gun as we move forward.
“You’re scaring me.” Tears blur my vision as the door opens, and he ushers me inside.
The quiet snick of the closing door sounds like a grenade going off next to us, but Lucca slides the second bolt and the chain across, then finally turns to me.
He cups my cheeks in his warm hands and tilts my head up so he can get a good look at my face.
The hard glint in his eyes softens as he leans forward and brushes his lips across my forehead.
“I’m sorry, mia amore, I didn’t intend to frighten you in this manner.” Exhaling harshly, he finally explains. “I saw someone in the lobby that has been both foe and friend over the years, and I allowed my extreme caution to make my decisions.”
“Are we safe?” That’s all that matters to me.
“We are.” He doesn’t appear to believe that. “Go change. Preston has switched the club we’re going to.” His eyes graze down my body, caution replaced by heat.
“You’re sure?” I don’t want to go out if it means he might get hurt.
“Positive.”
He unzips my coat, removing it from my body, and takes my hat and gloves as well. Smiling at him, I do as requested and head to the bedroom where my dress hangs in the closet.
After a quick makeup retouch and securing a few loose strands of hair, I remove my clothes and slip into the slinky dress, loving how it caresses my body with the flowy skirt, no matter how short it is.
Deciding to apply a ruby red lipstick, I ensure everything is perfect before gliding my feet into the heels from dinner.
Taking a deep breath, I step out to find Lucca speaking with Preston and two other men. One of the new guys sees me, and his jaw drops before clearing his throat and drawing the others’ attention towards me.
“Holy fuck,” Preston groans, dropping his head to his chest while shaking it.
“Where the fuck is the rest of it?” Lucca scowls.
Spinning tantalizingly, it allows him to catch every angle.
He storms over, looking murderous as I back up a few steps. “No fucking way you’re leaving here in that scrap of cloth. Where the fuck did you even find it?”
“It was in with the selection of dresses you had for me.” My back hits the doorframe to the bedroom with a thud. “I thought you’d like it.” Popping out my bottom lip, I pout up at him.
“Mia amore, this is indecent. You’ll have too many fucking eyes on you. I’ll have to commit too many acts of murder for my liking tonight, and that will mean I don’t spend it buried in your pussy until the end of the year.”
My heart pounds with his brutal response, and I sink into myself a little.
His hands slap on either side of my head as he steps closer, pinning me to the wall.
“I need you to bend over and grab your ankles, amore.” Shivering at his aggressive tone, I duck under his arm and hurry into the bedroom, expecting him to follow and close the doors.
He doesn’t. “Right there.” Instead, he blocks the other men’s view so they can’t see.
“Get out,” I hear Preston bark, and a few seconds later, the hotel door shuts.
“Now,” Lucca snarls, sounding like the deadly predator I’m learning he is.
Jumping into action, I do as I’m told. Feeling a bit like Elle Woods when she does the bend and snap, only without the snap. If it were possible, I could feel his eyes caressing my ass as he stands there, staring.
Despite knowing what’s about to happen, I still squeak as his hand wallops down on my ass cheek. Three times against each one in rapid succession before the warmth of his hand eases the burn from his powerful palms.
The inferno of his body warms me up as his thighs meet the back of mine.
Pushing the skirt over my ass, he hooks a finger in the string of my thong and tugs it aside while spreading my cheeks.
Heat careens down my body to my face, on a collision course with embarrassment as he inspects me in such a vulnerable way. Tell me why I love it?
Lucca growls as he sinks one hand between my thighs, finding out just how much I enjoyed the spanking. I’m absolutely drenched with lust for this man and everything he does to me.
Before I grasp what’s happening, he takes two soaked fingers and slips them into my tight rosebud with a long, drawn-out groan of pleasure. Never did I think I’d enjoy this, but the sensations are completely different from what he’s been teaching me about my own body and its desires.
“As soon as I know you’re pregnant, this ass is where my dick will live until you beg me to stop.”
Lucca drops to his knees behind me, fingers still thrusting in and out. His teeth scrape the sensitive flesh of my cheeks before moving down to lap at my pussy like it’s a bowl of cream just for him.
Shaking, I can barely stand still. The need for release is excruciating. “Please, Lucca, it’s too much yet not enough.” Tightening my fingers around my ankles, the sharp sting of a slap nearly sends me careening to the floor, but he catches me by the hip and holds me in place.
“Sshhh, amore, this is my time now.”
My teeth sink into my lip, and I attempt to do as he asks as my eyes close and he plays me like an elegant violin until it’s too much to bear. Energy flows through me, and finally, finally, I can feel the tell-tale signs of an orgasm powering through my veins.
Until he stops. Pulls away and gets to his feet.
“Lucca?” I cry.
“Stand up,” he orders, and I comply.
“I don’t understand?” He’s never denied me like this before.
“There are consequences to your actions, mia amore, and this dress is pushing my limits.” The heat of his front hits my back as he leans down to whisper, “Now you’ll be primed all night long and suffer without that beautiful glow of a satisfying orgasm because I’m not fucking happy about your choice. ”
I sob as he steps back and goes to wash his hands, calling for me to come freshen up before we head out. How will I survive the night knowing he’s angry with me?