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“Fuck, Lucia,” he hisses through gritted teeth, and as his mouth crashes back onto mine. Our bubble of perfection is burst by Raul’s cries. He’s woken up and this daydream is over. Sal pushes me off of him as if I am nothing, and swims to the shore as fast as he can. Leaving me there reeling, horny, and confused.
How did that happen? How did Iletit happen? What is wrong with me, he kidnapped me!
CHAPTER14
SALVATORE
Thank the good lord my nephew ended that, or I would have fucked her right there in the water. She didn’t stop me when I touched her, when I kissed her — she leaned in, she wanted more, and I was ready to give it to her. I’m being reckless. She’s the enemy, she is here to care for the baby. I need to be more careful around her. I dry myself off and pick up Raul.
“Shhh,” I try sooth his cries. He woke up alone and his little lip quivers until he realizes I have him. “It’s okay little guy.” He’s not crying, and he looks right at me. Tiny hands rubbing my beard, and a silly little gummy smile on his face. “You saved me from a silly mistake. Good boy,” I mutter to him, and when I turn around Lucia is coming out of the water. Her wet underwear leaves nothing to my imagination. Maybe he shouldn’t have interrupted me. My cock is standing to attention, I don’t even try hide it. She was rubbing up against it only minutes ago, just looking at her I want more.
“I’m going to take him inside,” I say needing to get away from her, “it’s too hot out here.” She smiles and nods.
“I’ll be right in, just let me pack up. You go ahead.” Her cheeks are flushed pink from the sun and the way she blushes. Lucia is looking at me with sex-eyes and I am not sure I have the willpower to resist that. No man is that strong. If they say they are, they’re liars. On my way to the house, I glance back over my shoulder just in time to see her pulling her dress back on over her perfect fucking body. Immediately I want to rip it off again.
I can’t get away fast enough. I am just about jogging by the time I open the kitchen door and enter the house. I close it, needing a moment where there is a physical barrier between us, something to stop me from losing my mind. I hand Raul to the first human I walk past, and rush to close myself in my bedroom. Which is where I plan to stay until my cock and my brain are on the same page.
Isolation is making me delusional, maybe I need to leave for a few days. Clear my head, find a woman to screw, and get this sexual frustration worked out. I have got to do something, anything. Fuck. I get into an ice-cold shower and let the water tame my dick, unwilling to jerk off to mental pictures of her again.
I hide away from her, all of her. In my room where I can’t watch her on camera or run into her walking around the house. It doesn’t help, because every time I blink, or close my eyes I am in the ocean kissing her again. “Ugh.” I am frustrated, not just sexually but with my inability to stop myself.
The whole thing, kissing her, and her wanting it — it has me wanting her. I want Lucia in my bed, beneath me as I fuck her. I want to make her come, to silence her screams when she begs me to stop. I want Lucia, and the more I think about it, the more I see there is no reason I can’t have her. She’s here, I took her, she belongs to me. Surely that means I can do what I want with her?
I should have killed her. Instead, I am spending my days thinking of the all the ways I want to screw her. It would have been less confusing if she had shoved me away or stopped me. But she didn’t, she was into it as much as I was. If she had said no, it would have been easy, but she didn’t. She wrapped those sexy as fuck legs around me and took all I gave.
I roll around on my bed unable to lie still for more than five minutes. She didn’t say no.Why am I holding back? What is stopping me? If I want Lucia, I am going to take her. I won’t stop again— not for anything. She owes me her life, I shouldn’t feel bad for wanting her. I can take her, she is mine.
My mind makes itself up. I didn’t sense any hesitation when I kissed her, and I plan to kiss her again. I’m going to do more than just kiss her. I’ve convinced myself she wants it as much as I do, that Lucia was thinking of me when she made herself come in the shower.
I roll over and I can see on the baby monitor that Raul is down for the evening, and she isn’t in his room. She must be making us dinner because some amazing smells are wafting down the hallway. I pull on a pair of shorts, it’s hot and humid after all the rain and I am in no mood to get dressed up for anything. If my stomach wasn’t growling at the tempting aromas, I would just go to bed. But I am starving, lunch feels as if it was ages ago and my body is accustomed to three meals a day.
“What are you making?” I ask coming up behind her in the kitchen, it smells like a five-star restaurant. Lucia has showered and changed her clothes, she’s wearing simple black leggings and a powder-blue tank top. She might as well be naked, the black leggings highlight every curve. It is as if the black fabric was painted onto her.
“Pasta with pancetta, olives, and fresh tomatoes,” she says tossing the sauce in the pan, “is that okay?” she asks without turning around to look at me.
“I’m Italian. I can eat pasta every day, three times a day and still love it.” It’s not a lie, I was raised on the stuff, it’s a staple in our homes. I crowd her personal space, unable to resist getting close to her. I stand right behind her, my body almost touching hers but not quite, her hair smells like vanilla shampoo.
I put my hands on the curve of her hips, and run them down her thighs and back up, the soft smooth fabric is like gift wrap I want to pull off. Lucia stops stirring the food but says nothing. She stands still and makes no attempt to stop me. This is so natural, the way I am pulled to her and went to be close to her even when she is just cooking food.
“What are you doing?” she whispers. Remembering the food, she quickly stirs it before it catches on the pan.
“I can do whatever I like,” I say, and I step closer still, my body now flush with hers. She straightens her back, pushing into my chest with each heavy breath she takes. “And I like you, Lucia.” She gasps but says nothing. Her focus is on the food and staying still. “Too much. In fact, I have never liked a woman as much as I do you.” I am not lying to her, this electric connection to her — it’s a first for me. I was always too busy to get entangled with women. They had their place, but it was more about servicing my physical needs than an attraction like this.
I pull her hair to one side and kiss her neck, there’s a soft purple mark where I bit her this afternoon. It makes me wild with want, and I have to force myself not to get carried away. We don’t need to burn down the house.
“Salva—” she starts to say something but stops herself. She turns off the gas burner of the stove and shimmies around so she faces me.
Her neck cranes as she looks up at me, the height difference is way more evident when we are not floating in the ocean. “Sal,” I watch the way her pouty lips move as she says my name. “We need to talk about what happened today.”
“No need to talk,” I say, her eye lashes flutter. “We both enjoyed it, and I am not about to stop myself enjoying more.” She shivers and it vibrates through me, hitting all the places that turn the heat up between us. “Did you not enjoy it?” I ask her, she can’t lie she was into it. Body language never lies. Mouths lie, words lie — bodies cannot do that. Even now I can tell by her micro expressions she isn’t resisting this.
“I — ummm — I don’t know.” See, words lie. She enjoyed it. Her fucking hot body grinding against me was telling enough, “I think we shouldn’t do this.” Her mouth says one thing, but her eyes and the sweet pink flush on her cheeks tell me a different story. She is saying what she should say, not what she wants to say.
“Lucia, I can do whatever I want with you. It’ll be better for both of us if you want the same things,” I whisper the words in her ear, making sure she can feel me, smell me and most of all, hear me. “I can kiss you.” I kiss her sweet mouth, hard. “If I want to.” I breathe the words onto her lips. “I can drag you to my bed and do anything I want with you. I own you Lucia, until your debt to my family is paid back tenfold. I don’t care what you think we shouldn’t do — I want you and I always get what I want.” My fingers have her ass cheeks in a harsh grip, her face tilted upwards, so she has no choice but to look at me.
Her muffled whisper is audible to me, “Sweet Jesus,” comes out on a breath as she shudders against my body. “Sal.” My name on her lips is enough to make me feral and I kiss her, claiming her with my own actions. Showing her I am the one who will decide what we should do. Her throaty moan and surrender when she allows her tongue to tango slowly with mine only drives my lust harder.
I step back, coming to my senses for all of a second. “Let’s eat, we can continue this conversation later. I don’t think we should be doing what I want to do to you around food.” I smirk and leave her standing at the stove panting for breath. Her stare bores holes in my back as I saunter out of the kitchen with my hands in my pockets.
