Page 100 of Capo

Luciano grabs the hair at my nape, rough, but not painful, and pulls my head back forcing me to meet his gaze.

“People have—”

“—died being less mouthy. I know,” I say, finishing the sentence for him.

To my great relief he smiles, and it’s not that scary, seemingly friendly, smile he sometimes shoots off when he’s about to do something really horrible. It’s a smile that makes his deep brown eyes glitter.

“It’s funny,” he says, “how it seems to be the women in my life who get away with giving me crap. I have shot men for looking at me the wrong way.”

“Get away?” I sputter.

He cocks his head and raises an eyebrow. “Maybe I should rephrase that?”

“Yes! And please get off me, I can’t breathe.”

He reaches for my hands and deftly unwraps my wrists. I moan as blood comes rushing back into my fingers. “Give me a second. Oh, and brace yourself.”

“For—” what, I’m about to say, but then I squeal from the sting when he pulls out and jumps up, disappearing out of the bedroom. He’s back a few moments later, holding a towel over his cock, pushing another between my legs.

“I’ll untie you.”

He pulls at the straps holding my ankles and I’m loose. “I can’t move a finger,” I moan. “I can’t feel my feet.”

Luciano takes one of my feet between his large hands and rubs it. “You have a masochistic streak, Chloe. You get off when I hurt you.”

“Mmm no,” I mumble, burying my face in the crumpled comforter.

He scoffs. “I also think you’d get off on dominating.”

I turn my head and look up at him. “What are you on about?”

“There’s such defiance in you. Still, after all this time.” My glare makes him laugh. “There you go.” He switches to the other foot, stroking it. “I think you’d get off big time, tying me up, teasing me with the nine-tail, scorching my back.”

I gape. A rush runs through me at the image. “You’d let me?”

He barks out a loud laugh. “No.”

I scoff. Tease! “Fine. What is different, then?”

“Hm?”

“What you said before.”

He stills. “I can’t allow myself to get vulnerable, Chloe.”

“Isn’t it a little late for that?” I whisper. The air between us is suddenly thick again, charged.

Luciano looks dead serious as he holds my gaze. I push up with a moan, lift my hand but let it fall again. I want to touch him, but I’m suddenly afraid to. It’s as if it would mean something that I’m not sure I’m ready to explore.

“It’s different being with someone I care for,” he says. Then he narrows his eyes. “And don’t ever call me a coward again.”

I stick out my tongue at him, poking the hornet’s nest, hoping he’s as tired as I am. He raises an eyebrow, his eyes darting to my mouth.

“You really want to tease the ‘mob boss’?”

“I’m not afraid of you.” It’s a damn lie, but in this unique moment he’s a completely different man. It’s like we’re in a bubble and nothing can touch us. No rules apply.

He shakes his head. “I should bundle you up and spank that nasty kid out of you, but I’m too fucking spent.”

“Rain check?”

I squeal when he throws himself at me, flipping me over on my stomach, pulling me under him. In the next moment he pushes his cock inside my pussy, the shock of the sudden intrusion making all air rush out of me.

“No! Fuck! You’ve been in my ass.” I squirm. It stings like hell, and still it rouses me, makes my insides tingle.

Luciano scoffs. “I washed.” He moves in me, slow, deep. Then he stops and just lies on top of me, covering my arms with his, entwining our fingers. “I wish you’d stay.” He says it so quietly that I’m not sure if I heard it right. I’m not sure that it was meant for me.

Suddenly he’s off me and I already feel empty where he’s not touching me.

“I’ll send for you soon, Chloe.”

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