Page 60 of The Sicilian Bastard
"Where are you going?" I didn't look back at him. I threw a shirt on and looked for pants that would fit my slim build. I had lost even more weight over the past few weeks. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew where I wasn't wanted.
"Araceli? Where are you going?" His voice broke. I swung around, a pair of ball shorts in my hands, and looked at him. He looked so sad. It was hanging over his shoulders. I breathed in and found my strength.
"Do you love me?" My voice tremored as I took a step towards him.
"Yes," he whispered.
"Then we'll figure the rest out, but, Luciano?" I waited until he raised his eyes and met mine.
"We are equals. I'm not your victim. I'm not your prisoner. We are dating." It was hard to get out. I needed to say my piece so we were on the same page. This was our start. We had nothing hanging over us. We could have a clean slate.
"No, we aren't dating." His answer hit me right in the chest. I was heartbroken. He didn't want me. How could he say he loved me and then hurt me all over again? I looked away from him. He walked towards me slowly and raised my chin until I was looking into his blue eyes. They weren't cold; they were brimming with emotion.
"You are mine. My woman. You were made just for me. One day soon, I want you to wear my rock on your ring finger. I'm claiming you as my woman. My wife. My love. Never question that, yeah?" I could feel the tears of relief rolling down my face.
"Yeah." I nodded and then threw my arms around my man. He was mine, and I was his. Together, we would do great things. Luciano carried me back to the bed. He stripped off all the clothes I had put on. He took his pants off. He laid his body over mine in a similar fashion as before. I needed him so badly. I needed him to wash away the hurt that was left behind earlier, the hurt my family gave me. His whole weight kept me centered in the here and now. I didn't want bad memories of Vegas to creep into my mind when I was with him. He ran his fingers down and inserted them into my core. I moaned and rolled my hips, taking him deeper.
"So wet for me," he murmured.
I let out a shriek as I came.
He didn't even give me time to breathe. He slid inside my body and stroked me. Quicker and quicker, until he had to beg me to give in.
"Come for me. Come for me,mia fiore.I want to feel you soak my cock." His dirty words and his dick hitting the same spot, over and over again, pushed me back over the edge. My back left the bed and my nails raked down his back as I screamed my orgasm. My cries were blissful and also cathartic. We were one. His cock pulsed inside me, and he leaned forward to whisper into my ear, "I'll bet my baby is in you right now." I blinked up at him in shock. He went on. "I removed your birth control. Now I've come inside you and I just know you're going to have my baby." He puffed up like a proud peacock.
I was so tired, I couldn't even muster the strength to argue with him. Tomorrow. I'd get on him tomorrow. I snuggled against him and promptly gave in to exhaustion.
