Page 39 of Inevitable

When I walk through the kitchen, I see Luis working away as he hums some Italian song under his breath. He looks up and sees me in the entryway, a huge smile breaking out across his face.

“Mio Caro you are up and about! How are you?” His thick accent layers his words as he speaks.

“Ciao Luis, I am doing much better. Thank you.”

I walk up to him kiss both of his cheeks before he turns back to whatever he is making. It is funny how everyone around me seems to speak some weird version of half Italian and half English. I am sure most of them solely spoke Italian before I arrived and the broken English bits are thrown in for my benefit.

“Do you happen to have any breakfast for Luca and me?”

“Si!”

He hurries over to the warming drawer where he pulls out 2 plates stacked with Belgian waffles and scrambled eggs, my favorite. I take the plates from him and give a wide smile.

“Grazie, my friend!”

I make my way back to our room, my hands filled with the plates and 2 cups of juice. I see several of the maid’s rush to me to help but I waive them off. I like doing things for myself, I think I have spent too much of my life allowing others to do things for me.

My chest still hurts but I am getting some mobility back in my left arm thankfully. When I sneak back inside our room, I see that Luca is still asleep, right where I left him. The only time he looks truly peaceful is when he is sleeping. All other times his face seems to be permanently fixed with anger or concern. Even when we are having a good time together there always seems to be hesitancy resting at the surface, waiting.

I suppose always being on alert is what makes him a good Boss and keeps us all safe though. I set the plates down and crawl back into bed, curling my body around his. He moans softly but doesn’t fully wake up. I start peppering his back and neck with kisses, exploring the hard planes of his body. Finally, he starts to rouse and looks at me dreamily, still half asleep. This man is so sexy I can’t even believe it. We have practically spent the last week in bed making up for lost time and I am nowhere near done with him. I don’t think I will ever have enough of Luca Mariano.

“Good morning Angel,” his groggy voice murmurs before kissing my lips lightly.

He goes to pull away, but I hold on to his face and deepen the kiss. His hands grip my waist as he pulls me in to him. Our kisses become urgent as our tongues tangle together, each of us fighting for dominance. He pulls me closer to him and I feel his length pressing against my stomach causing my breath to hitch. His eyes are black with desire before he leans down and starts kissing a trail down my neck and to my chest. His tongue lazily draws a path across my breasts pulling my nipple into his mouth gently, sucking and nipping at it till I let out a moan and arch into him.

He tosses me a devilish smirk and moves down my body until he reaches my core. He wastes no time diving in and feasting on me like a man who has been starved. It doesn’t take long before I am screaming his name, pleasure rippling through me. When I catch my breath, he grabs me and rolls, so that I am now straddling him. He lines me up to him and I slowly sink down on him.

Once I am flush wish his body his eyes roll in the back of his head and he digs his fingers into my hips. I begin to ride him rough and fast. We make love most of the time, it is usually slow and passionate. But right now, is not one of those times.

Heat pools in my lower belly and the pressure is already building inside of me once again. I increase my pace, gyrating my hips as Luca matches me with every movement. He is muttering Italian curses and words of praise under his breath which only turns me on more.

He lifts me up slight and slams into me hard once more and I peak, screaming as my nails dig into his shoulders. Seconds behind me he is shouting his own release, his body shuttering underneath mine. I almost feel bad for the staff that is around, it is not a secret that they probably hear everything. But if they were in bed with Luca Mariano they would understand.

Once we have both come back down to earth I lean over and kiss him softly. “Good morning my love,” I purr.

He chuckles shaking his head before he kisses my temple. Luca’s hand brushes a loose strand of hair away from my face and smiles. “It is a good morning indeed.”

I crawl off of him and head to the bathroom to clean up. Once finished I grab a discarded dress shirt of Luca’s and slip it on. It hits about mid-thigh and I run a hand through my hair to tame some of the madness. I walk back into the room to see Luca face first in his plate of breakfast.

“Did you save any for me?” I gibe.

He shrugs. “Only a bit but blame yourself. If you weren’t such a temptress I wouldn’t need to refuel so much.”

I roll my eyes and slide in bed next to him again.

“We found a Farelli soldier,” he says after a moment.

The orange juice I was sipping on gets stuck in my throat as I gasp. I lean forward, my eyes wide with shock. “What? Where? When? How!” I have so many questions. After a whole week one randomly pops up? I am not really sure what that is supposed to mean.

“I don’t have all the details yet. Gio is holding him till I can get there to interrogate him.”

My stomach twists in knots at the idea of him leaving, but I know he needs to go.

“Will you kill him?” I ask quietly

He nods thoughtfully before he swallows his food. “After he has served his purpose.”

I gulp at that and nod. We don’t talk about the things that he does as The Boss. Of course, I know they aren’t pretty but to hear him talk about murdering someone so simply causes goosebumps to break out across my skin.

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