Chapter 23
Luke
“I t’s just the two of us,” I told her again. I wanted her to forget about the man she killed. I wanted her to stop thinking about the sordid news about my past. I could tell that she was hurting for me, but I didn’t need sympathy about that.
After seeing her gone, and thinking the worst, I wanted to really and truly connect with just her.
Pulling her down further gave me a closer reach to her sweet pussy. I licked and sucked, driving her wild, but I fought a grin each time I speared my tongue inside her. If I went near her clit, she held her breath, but I didn’t want her to come just yet.
We were only getting started.
After a while of eating her out, she rode my face. At first, she rocked gently, seeking that balance of suction and friction from grinding down. Then as she neared her orgasm, gripping the headboard harder, she swayed her hips over me with a faltering rhythm.
That’s it. Come for me, sweet girl. Just like that. She cried out, coming so hard I knew the sound would travel outside our room. I didn’t care. I couldn’t, not when I basked in the reward of giving her pleasure like this.
Before she could come down from the high of climaxing, I slid out from under her and got on my knees. She fell into my arms, moaning softly with satisfaction and still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm.
I turned her so she could lie flat on her back, and I didn’t let my saliva or her cream go cold. Rubbing my fingers through the slickness, I prolonged the caress on her sensitive flesh.
“Oh!” She tensed slightly. “That’s tender.”
“Is it?” I teased.
She grinned, keeping her eyes closed as she sighed happily. “Yes, it is.”
“Maybe I should rub it,” I said, crawling closer until I could push my dick in. Only the head was swallowed into her, but even that much was exquisite torture that I never wanted to end. I was made to fit in her. She was molded to suck in me and squeeze me so tight.
“Yes,” she hissed, arching her back at the stretch. “Rub me. Fill me. Fuck me, Luke.”
Gladly. I tried to keep it slow and sweet, but sometimes, she wasn’t in the mood for tender.
Perhaps she was on edge from killing a guard. Even if she looked strong on the outside, I had to consider that she might be hiding it all. Over the weeks we’d gotten to know each other better, she opened up and explained that she grew up with such a defensive streak. It was easier to be emotionless and wear a mask of nothingness. It was safer to hide her opinions and be meek or docile. After years of shutting herself down, I bet old habits would die hard.
I didn’t want her to suffer and experience guilt for taking a life. It was no small thing, to kill someone. When I killed that rapist, at thirteen, I felt lousy and out of sorts for a long while. What helped was meeting with Sean and Jimmy. Their offer to show me how to fight was a healthier outlet to vent the dark emotions that followed that kill.
And here, fucking harder and faster, I hoped she could use this intimacy as an outlet and purge the heavy feelings that she might be trying to tamp down and compartmentalize.
I wished that I could’ve done the deed of killing that guard for her to spare her this mental beating she might be giving herself. At the same time, I adored her and admired her for taking charge to handle the situation herself. She wasn’t a spoiled brat expecting others to do everything for her. She wasn’t a weak, pathetic damsel. Yes, I wanted to be her hero. I wanted to save her every time and be the source of comfort she sought.
But it was sexy as fuck to know and appreciate that she could take the hard things in stride herself too.
“You gonna come for me?” I asked, breathing hard to keep up with the exertion of fucking her as fiercely as I could. I’d plow into her with all my might if she could take and it would stop her from thinking about darker, morbid things.
“Please, Luke. I want to come so bad. Are you close?”
I nodded, staring down at her and letting myself get suckered in by her bright blue-green eyes. They burned like gems, glittering with lust and desire for me.
After seeing her missing, I didn’t want her to ever leave my side again. I wanted to keep her tucked with me. Carrying a part of my heart just like I did with hers.
Sweaty and determined, racing toward making her come again, I worried when I felt the beginning of my orgasm. A tingle took residence at the base of my spine. My skin felt too tight. Between my racing heart and my chest heaving for air, I felt like a fucking freight train, hurtling on the tracks toward an eminent explosion.
I came, torn apart with bliss streaking through me. Her pussy clenched me, tightening as she milked me dry. Still, I thrust into her, driven to make sure she sucked in every last drop of my cum as my dick twitched and spasmed deep inside her.
“Come here.” She held one arm up, and even that limb was lax and hanging in the air loosely. I didn’t need to be beckoned closer. I slumped, collapsing over her and sighing with heartfelt satisfaction that we could—and would—always reunite like this.
We slept entwined with each other. Eventually, after catching our breath, we got up to shower together. Under the spray of the water, she seemed eager for more, sucking me off and begging me to come in her mouth.
Then we cuddled in bed, safe and secure in each other’s arms.
Until the morning.
She got up with a start, and I frowned as I released her.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, too groggy to even guess what time it was with how late we stayed up.
“Bathroom,” she said in a rush.
I rubbed my eyes, watching her take off.
I got it. The need to go to the bathroom was urgent in the morning, but—
The sounds of her moaning alerted me.
I rolled out of bed and hurried to the door. “Emma?”
She sighed, and even that gusty sound was loud enough for me to hear it through the closed door.
“Emmalina.” I resisted the urge to open the door and barge in, but I trusted her to have her privacy for good reason. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah.”
“You sound not all right.”
She cleared her throat. “My stomach is acting funky.”
“You’re sick?” I furrowed my brow, wishing I could rub her back or hold her. It pained me to know she was in pain.
“Yeah. Just a little.”
Damn. “Something you ate?”
“Maybe. Or...”
I tensed, waiting for her to finish. “Or what?”
“Um, I don’t know. Maybe the stress of all we’re dealing with lately.”
I rested my brow against the door, closing my eyes and hating that she was suffering. Last night, I felt better about how she seemed to be acting.
If I could change things, I would prevent her from ever struggling with me like this. We shouldn’t have this many difficulties in our way to being happy. It wasn’t fair that we were doomed from the start because too many people wanted to stand in our way.
It wasn’t right.
All this time, we’d been enduring a damn waiting game. For intel. For replies. For spies to see and hear who was doing what so we could plan how to react.
The only plans that Jimmy had suggested to me was for me to show up at that fight against Ferris. I would plan and train, to be in even better condition to defeat him. I wouldn’t go into such an important match up unprepared and lacking confidence that I could be the victor.
And after that fight, when we would take that stage to announce that I was Marlo’s secret son, the rightful heir to the Rossini name, I would marry her.
She would have my protection and that of the Rossini forces. I wasn’t sure that I would want to stay the boss. It would depend on how things shook out. But after the fear of not knowing where Emma was earlier, and also the frustration of being unable to search for my mother when she was taken, I realized that having the Rossini capos and soldiers reporting to me, serving me, I could better protect the two most important women in my life.
I didn’t need another occasion to be shown how important it was for me to see after their security, but hearing Emma suffer, viscerally sick from stress, I vowed again to provide for her and make sure she could be as happy as possible.
No matter what it took to make it happen.