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“Yes!” She screams as I continue. With one hand, I find her clit, pulsing and needy. I circle it while keeping my other hand in place. I need her to come for me. I toy with it, flick it, and then go back to rubbing until I feel her pussy clench around me.
“Luka!” she screams as she falls apart for me. Her body tenses and her orgasm washes over her. After a few more rough thrusts, I find my release, filling her with everything I have. My hips jerk as I finish inside of her.
When I’m finished, I’m panting for air. I pull out and lay on the bed next to her. She doesn’t say anything while she tries to catch her breath.
“Fuck, Delaney.”
“What?”
“I didn’t think it would feel that good to be inside of you. I knew it would be good, but damn.”
“I didn’t know it could be so pleasurable,” she tells me. I roll to my side and cup her cheek in my hand.
“He’ll never touch you again. I’ll cut off all his fingers for touching you the first time,” I tell her. She half smiles because she knows I’ll do it. She knows what I’m capable of.
“Can we do it again?”
“As much as you want,Bellissima.” I lean over and kiss her lips before I sigh and roll back onto my back. I can feel her staring at me, but I don’t want to interrupt her thoughts. I do want to know what it is she’s thinking.
“Do we have to go back?” she asks, stretching out on the bed next to me. I turn my head to look over at her and smile.
“Unfortunately, we do. Do you like it here?”
“I love it here. I want to stay,” she says with a smile I could get lost in.
“We can come back, Delaney. I just need to get things in order first,” I tell her. She nods her head, although the smile has left her face.
“Does it hurt you? Considering it’s your family?”
“No.”
“Not even a little?”
“I don’t want to talk about this right now. We just had a good night; let’s leave it at that.” She nods her head and scoots closer to me. I throw my arm out, and Delaney rests her head on my chest. I like her here. I like when she lies like this.
We stay silent for a long time until her breathing evens out, and I know she’s finally asleep. My mind is racing. I can’t imagine falling asleep just yet. There’s too much going on in my head.
The thoughts of my father dying as we speak from the poison I planted in his liquor bottles. The thought of finishing what I started with him. Should I feel something like Delaney asked me? Shouldn’t I feel guilty or a little bad this is what my life has come down to. I suppose a normal person would never think of killing their own family, but I’m not a normal person. I saw what they did to my mother because of my father. He deserves everything he gets. He hid. I know he did. I can feel it in my bones. He knew they were coming for him and hid from them like a coward. I’ve overheard things over the years. I listen and pay attention. He left us there to fend for ourselves, and who did he take with him? Romano. His prized child. The golden one. The one who did no wrong. The one who never disappointed him. Did he wish me dead as well as my mother? Is that why he left me there?
I can still see it. I can watch it all play out in my mind’s eye like it was yesterday. I was young, but I never forgot.
By the time I get out of my head, I look over as the sun’s coming up. It’s around six in the morning, and the sun is hitting Delaney’s skin. I’m watching her sleep, curled up in my arms. I’ll never let anything like that happen to her. I’ll never leave her side. Nor would I leave my child to the likes of a killer. What does that mean for my father? That means his death is all the sweeter.
Delaney shifts and rolls off me, giving me her back. I reach over and run my fingers through her long dark hair as she snores softly.
I want to wake her. I want to slide back inside her, but I’m sure she’s sore from last night and the pounding I gave her. So I let her sleep.
I slip out of bed and head to the bathroom to clean up a little before going to make coffee. That’s when I hear her behind me.
“You’re awake early,” she says. “And you have no clothes on,” she notes as I stand in the kitchen pouring two cups of coffee.
“I warned you about the clothes thing,” I tell her with a smile over my shoulder. I turn and pass her a glass which she happily takes, but she can’t stop eyeing my cock.
“It’s yours, Delaney. You can have it any time you want,” I tell her. She smiles at me and finally pulls her gaze to meet mine.
“Do we have to leave today?”
“As much as I’d like to tell you no, we do.”
