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Pound, pound, pound.
I don’t dare move a muscle, trying to remember if there is any weapon close for me to use. Staring through the darkness, blue striking eyes collide with mine. They hold my attention, neither one of us moving. Sluggishly, Luca walks fully into the room. His face is shadowed by the hoodie he wears, similar to the night I first saw him. This time, instead of his fingers rising, his gun comes up. My breath vanishes from within me, wishing this was a bad joke. Time will never be able to erase the treachery of my doing.
Carefully, the gun keeps moving past me and is placed on the dresser. I’m forced to suck in a breath, realizing that my guilt is still eating at my soul. My ears begin to ring with the sudden adrenaline rushing through me. The red light on the clock reads 3:00 a.m.
My wide eyes trail Luca’s movements as they adjust to the dark. His features begin to come in clearer. I can make out dried blood on his face, and his lip is twice the size it normally is.
My hands come up to my mouth. “What happened?” I ask, but then it dawns on me. I saw Jonny in a similar state one night long ago.
“Have you been made?”
He doesn’t say anything, but he takes off his hoodie and shirt. There is deep purple bruising on his torso. I may follow Luca anywhere, but this life still frightens me.
“You’re imprisoning us to this life forever.”
He pauses, his thumbs wiping over his swollen lip. “You are lying to yourself if you thought otherwise before. Does it scare you?” He’s intently staring at me, similar to when he first started to come around me.
It takes a few seconds for me to answer. “Only if it scares you.” My heart is still beating rapidly and refuses to slow down.
He pushes down his pants, standing before me fully naked. Leaning over me, he kneels on the bed. Naturally, my body is pushed toward him with the mattress dipping. I sink lower, his arms coming down by my head. Luca has caged me in, hovering over my petite frame.
“Why are you scared of me, wife?” he asks gruffly.
“You forgave me too easily.”
His fingers brush down my face. “That’s not true. Look at how you’re punishing yourself.”
He picks up my hand and places it over the left side of his chest. The familiar thud that helps lull me to sleep keeps a steady rhythm. His mouth opens, then closes before he sighs.
“I feel you deep in here. It hurts when you hurt. If you stop living, I stop living. That is how it works between us.”
I can feel my body ease into the bed, my pulse starting to find its natural pace. “Promise?”
Moving my hand up, he kisses the top of my knuckles. Delicately, he turns my hand over to kiss the inside of my wrist.
“I love you, Aly Rossi. Enough to kill for you, but I would never hurt you.”
He leans down, placing a hungry kiss on my lips. Deep down, I rationally know this. I don’t know why I’ve been so worked up over it. It’s like I can’t get a handle on my emotions. Everything is heightened. I try to make my kiss light, not wanting to hurt where he’s bruised and swollen. Growling, his hand slips behind my neck, cradling it, and moves me harder to him. Our tongues mix in a fight to prove how much we love each other.
His lips move to the side of my mouth, his teeth dragging my bottom lip out. He nips at it before going toward my neck. His hand slips under my silk nightgown, moving tenderly up my sensitive skin. I want him to touch me everywhere. I want to show him how much he means to me. My chest rises and falls in short, rapid movements for an entirely different reason now.
“This is how I like my wife. Needy… and greedy,” he says between kisses. My heart rises with each skim of his lips. Hope blossoms for our future. We’re going to remember these days with admiration and warmth in years to come.
My hand goes down, grasping his already hard cock. He pushes himself into my hand deeper, and we both sigh out.
He cups my breast, his fingers pinching at my sensitive nipple. “You still want a punishment?”
I’m lost in thriving on Luca. My body needs him to feel in control.
“Yes,” I pant, dropping his dick, because I can’t concentrate on stroking him while he’s touching me like this. His thick cock falls onto my thigh and brushes against my skin.
He lifts my chin. “After tonight, I’m yours, and you are mine. No more being scared of past ghosts.”
He captures my lips again. We kiss with no giving up, with his hand cascading down my body, stopping at my panties.
“Take these off.” Moving to his knees, he gives me space. I like him watching me. His shoulder muscles are strained, like he has to restrain himself from pouncing at me. It gives me power and courage. I’m held captive by the hunger in his eyes, spurring me to keep my little show up.
Playfully, I begin to move them down my legs, alternating each side I pull. My body twists as I slip them down a little lower. I can feel how wet I’ve already become. Luca always sees me, and right now is no different. When my panties get to my knees, he pulls them off me before spreading my knees apart.
