Page 10 of The Sicilian Bastard
Araceli
Best orgasm ever. At least I assumed it was the best one I had ever had. I only had a year's worth of memories and hadn't slept with anyone at all. I guess I was kind of a virgin then. The look on this giant's face when I asked him if he was ready for round two was pretty fucking priceless. I had seen some shit. Fighting before fucking felt right. Nothing wrong if we both were on the same page. Right?
"What's your name?" the giant man asked around his startled laugh.
"Araceli, big guy. What's yours?" I purred. I was all ready and if the outline in his pants was any sign, he was too.
"Luciano Picone." His eyes flicked to mine, searching.
For what? I wasn't sure, but he didn't find whatever he was looking for. His face had disbelief all over it.
"Oh, Agosto's brother?" I tried to save face. This family was important. How, I don't know, but I guessed they were important.
"Yeah, he's younger," Luciano rasped.
I was digging his voice. It was weird, feeling so docile when I was so angry with him pulling me off the stage. I'd bet I could cuddle up and go to sleep. Maybe that's all I needed. A good orgasm. Doubtful, but I wouldn't mind testing that theory on the delectable morsel in front of me. There was something powerful in a stranger who knew nothing of my story or anything about me, who was just passionate about me.
Luciano crawled closer. Like he couldn't stand being physically apart, which was weird because we were strangers. There was a pull of something in my chest I couldn't get away from. I sat up and he raised a hand to ward me off.
"Don't run again," he murmured.
I shivered with pleasure thinking about him losing control. There was a darkness in his gaze that I wasn't ready to explore. Some sixth sense told me if I pushed too far, I wouldn't make it out of this alive. I stayed still as Luciano approached my person. He pushed a few blue strands off my face and looked deep into my eyes. I felt like he could read my every thought.
He bent his head and slurped the air above my lips. Inches away from them, but not quite taking them. He was sucking the breath away from me.
I found myself breathing faster, my chest rising and falling in pants.
Luciano merged our lips and my soul hummed a happy tune. I moaned against him and he pulled my body flush against him on the carpet. I'd have burn marks on my legs in the morning.
"Harder," I moaned against his lips.
He wrapped a large mitt on my throat and gave it a few squeezes in a warning. "You don't tell me, I tell you. I'm in charge," he growled against my lips before giving me exactly what I wanted.
So, who's in charge then?A stray thought entered my mind and flitted away.
Luciano pulled away from me and I whimpered. He towered over me for a beat, a thoughtful look on his face. Then he scooped down and picked me up. He launched me in the air and I bounced on the bed with a squeal. His predatory aura followed behind him as he stalked towards the king-sized bed. He pounced on me. I went to claw his face, knowing he liked it, but he grasped my wrists in one hand, inches before my nails connected. He forced my hands above my head and leaned over to grab something from the nightstand next to the bed.
I tried squirming away while he was distracted. Make him work for it and all that. I was sure there was a wet spot on the bed anyway from leaking everywhere. Unfortunately, he had a tight grip on my wrists which brought shivers down my spine.
The telltale click of handcuffs sounded above my head.
"Sorry beautiful. If we were home, I'd have toys that wouldn't cause abrasions to your delicate skin," he growled against my neck. His breath whispered across my skin as he trailed light kisses down my throat to my breasts.
I squirmed in place and whimpered, wanting more.
"You'll take what I give you, littlefiore," he stated between kisses.
My pussy clenched on thin air and I gasped. My breathing had sped up like I'd run a mile. I wanted to beg him for more, but something held me back. I watched Luciano through hooded eyes as he lined himself up with me.
There was no buildup, no warning as he slammed his way inside me. There was a slight pinch and rub against my walls. He tried to stretch his way through, causing me to fling my head back in ecstasy. What's a little pleasure without a bite of pain? I lifted my hips off the bed and rotated them over him. Luciano narrowed his eyes at me and clamped both hands on my hips. I tried to wiggle back away from him, but his fingers dug in until I relented.
"Good girl," he patronized and smacked my face twice before returning his hand to crush my hip.
I was going to have bruises for days. Luciano leisurely pulled out and pushed back in, much to my frustration. I was wet, but not that wet. I needed more stimulation and he knew it. He pulled almost out again and grinned down at me. I didn't see what was funny until he started smacking my clit. I gasped at the unexpected pain but welcomed it. I stretched my legs wider, holding them almost completely straight out on each side. I could do the splits, but I needed a little more work up to try to fuck in the position.
Luciano smacked my clit and I arched into it. He thrust deep inside and placed my right leg over his left shoulder. He groaned into my ankle at the tightness created by the new position. I moaned from him hitting differently inside. I took a few thrusts before I wanted to protest, but Luciano had different plans. He flipped me onto my stomach, causing my arms to cross in a painful X. I groaned at the tiny popping sound my shoulders made. They didn't pop out of the socket, but god knows they fucking hurt.
Luciano raised my hips to meet his and set to work. He thrust inside me, over and over again. My moans reached a crescendo and I felt that tingling happen in the base of my neck, moving down my spine. I felt pressure in my sides and the feeling built.
