Page 22 of The Sicilian Bastard
Araceli
Asshole. Luciano Picone was a straight-up asshole. How dare he? How dare he act like I'm some kind of innocent child. I was Araceli Ca—a sudden pain in my temples made me cry out and fall to the ground. I opened my eyes that I hadn't realized I closed, to Luciano on the floor with me cradling my head in his hands. His eyes were soft and worried, a look I had never seen on his face before.
"Fiore, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" He pulled me closer to his body, almost snuggling me.
I sighed and let out a shaky breath. "For a second there, I thought I was going to remember my last name." I let out a watery laugh.
"What do you mean?" Luciano's brow furrowed in confusion.
"When I woke up in the hospital, all I knew was that my name was Araceli. So, they called me Araceli Doe. Ruby thought it was hysterical when I met her and she had all my identification listed as such. Now I had a flash making me think my last name starts with a C. That doesn't help me and it gave me the worst headache ever," I grouched.
Luciano chuckled a little and lifted me into his arms. He placed me on the bed and tucked me into the covers.
"I'll be right back. Stay here. Don't move," he ordered.
The pain pulsed in my temple, crippling me. I could barely see let alone run away if I wanted to. I used to have terrible headaches in the beginning after I woke up. The doctors told me that it was normal and it would go away. They also said my memory would come back soon and slow. Showed how much they fucking knew. Nothing.
Luciano came back in a few minutes with a glass of ice-cold water already perspiring and a couple of pills. I took the pills without question. If he wanted to kill me, I doubt he would've taken care of me as much as he had. He could've offed me in Vegas. Yet, he drugged and dragged me back to his home. The only thing he'd done was fuck me and it was rougher than what I was used to, but it wasn't bad. I still saw the pent-up violence in his gaze, but there was something softer behind that. Or I was fucking delusional. Either way, I needed to be on board with the crazy train until I'd gathered more information. If I got a few orgasms out of the deal as well, I wasn't going to be complaining anytime soon.
I chugged the glass of water and handed it back to Luciano. He leaned over and my breath caught as he placed a kiss on my forehead. The surprise marring his face must've reflected on mine as well. He walked away like his ass was on fire. I held back a giggle. This wasn't going to be some kind of cuddle fest relationship. I sobered up thinking about relationships. Fuck. Ruby was dead. Who would want to kill her? I tried to think about all the people she had ever encountered. There were times when she left me on my own to buy her drug of choice, cocaine, by herself. If she was getting weed, she had no problem taking me along. Hell, I'd partaken in weed before with her. The guy I knew as her dealer didn't scream heavier stuff. He always wore jeans with holes from wear and tear, not fashion. His shoes even looked run down. He also wore a wife beater that was dirty and stained, under a dark hoodie. If anyone asked me, I would tell them he was a druggie as well. I wondered if any of this would be important to Luciano. Then I shook my head. I couldn't trust him to find Ruby's killer. He couldn't give two fucks. No, I needed to do this on my own. Then I could get justice. Her killer would die by my hand. I fell asleep with tears on my face thinking that if I had been there, Ruby wouldn't be dead.
I woke up a few hours later with my body in a completely different position than it was when I went to sleep. My head was hanging over the side of the bed. Disoriented, I tried to move and felt it in my throat. Panicked, I started thrashing, my teeth scraping along the sides.
"Relax,fiore. Bite my cock once more and I'll choke you out then take your ass," Luciano's gruff voice made me stop my movements.
I squinted in the unlit room. He was fucking my mouth while I was sleeping. Who the fuck did that? I opened my lips wider and he slid deeper.
"Fuck yes," he groaned above me.
I narrowed my ass and let my jaw drop as wide as possible. My lips were straining from the movement. Luciano started grunting, thrusting faster as he chased his peak. Right as he swelled, I bit down as hard as I could. In retrospect, I should have thought it through before I fucked with Luciano. It was too late, though. His high-pitched scream let me know that it wasn't pleasant. Then the pain hit me hard in my sternum. As I curled up, I heard a thud on the floor. Luciano punched me in the chest to get me to let go of his dick. The wind knocked out of me. I rolled around coughing, searching for my breath.
Meanwhile, Luciano was whimpering from the floor. He sounded like a wounded animal.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he cried, rolling around.
I peered over the bed and watched him roll on the floor cupping his manhood. I had finally caught my breath and now I was watching the entertainment with mirth dancing in my eyes. It was like Luciano knew the minute I had caught my breath and was secretly laughing at his expense. He stopped rolling around and pulled himself together. I gulped.
"You fucking bitch." There was a gleam in his eye I hadn't seen before.
This wasn't the same Luciano I knew. There was no sense of the man beneath the glaze in his eyes. I was looking at something else. The monster beneath the man. I tried to scramble backward but he caught my foot. His face was completely blank. He made no indication that I was trying to fight him for all my worth. Nothing fazed him. My kicks, my punches, it was like hitting an immovable stone wall. He dragged me across the bed and strapped me down. At this point, I was terrified of what could happen next. He looked down at me like he was trying to see underneath my skin. Then he spun on his heel and left. I let out a panicked breath I hadn't known I was holding.
My relief didn't last long. Luciano came back, and his hands were full. I started to hyperventilate. He was going to punish me and I was scared that I wouldn't survive it.
"I-I I'm sorry," I stammered.
Luciano kept placing his tools on the nightstand next to me. Every step he took, there was a rustle in his pants, and I thought that he had ice on his penis. I couldn't blame him. I had bitten down as hard as I could. I could still taste blood in my mouth.
"I'll never do it again," I whispered.
I was pressing my body into the far corner of the bed. Luciano crawled on the bed and grabbed my head. He placed a face restraint with hooks on the side. I had never seen anything like it before but it ensured that my mouth was completely open to him. I couldn't bite him even if I wanted to. Then he took a huge dildo and shoved it unceremoniously down my throat. He pumped it in and out, over and over again, until I had tears and snot running down my face. He grunted with satisfaction. Luciano attached some kind of pulley device with a crank on my lower jaw.
I looked at Luciano in confusion. I couldn't speak. My eyes were watery from the strain my jaw was already under. Then I started feeling it. The device pulled my lower jaw even wider. I tried to scream. I tried to motion with my hands still hooked in the cuffs that it hurt. Luciano grinned as he rolled the lever once. The slow burn in my jaw intensified. Tears were rolling down my face and I was panting from exertion even though I wasn't moving at all. I couldn't take it. I pulled on my restraints trying to pull the device off.
"No, my littlefiore. This is happening," Luciano's voice filled with lust.
I raised my eyes to his and saw they were gleaming with desire. I was completely confused. My pain was pleasing him. He was a broken person, that was for sure. A sick bastard. I was kicking myself inside for even feeling an ounce of softness towards him. A loud pop sounded and pain flared in my entire face. Luciano groaned in pleasure. He rubbed a palm over his pants. They had tightened with an erection even though I had bitten him not ten minutes ago. A strangled scream escaped from my throat. It was raw and visceral. Luciano took the vice off my jaw and then the spider gag. The loosening and removal of both made my jaw hurt more. Luciano looked at me with so much passion in his eyes. I had tears staining my cheeks and snot running into my pained mouth. I could taste the metallic flavor from my blood. Luciano leaned down and kissed me as deeply as he could. I sat slack jawed, staring at him in wide-eyed horror.
"One last thing," he murmured before pushing my face down into the bed.
I squealed when my mouth connected to the bed and heard an answering laugh from Luciano. He stuck two lubed fingers in my ass, which felt like sandpaper. He rubbed and rubbed for a long while. He made groans behind me as he prepped me for his cock, I assumed. Then I felt the penetration from something cold and realized it wasn't going to be his cock but a butt plug.
"You'll stay plugged until you learn your lesson,fiore," Luciano grunted. Like it was his ass getting plugged.
I couldn't move. I couldn't scream. I couldn't do anything but lie there and take it. There wasn't anything I could do as he continued to slowly thrust in and out of my ass with the plug. The fight had long left my body—about the time he broke my fucking jaw. Fucking crazy psycho asshole. One little bite on his dick and he goes off the deep end. One final thrust, and Luciano left the plug in my ass and rolled me over. If I could have spoken, I would've groaned and asked what more he could do to me. I didn't want to take any more. Icouldn'ttake it anymore. I had hit my limit, my threshold.
Luciano wasn't done. He took his pants off, flinging the bag of ice across the room. His cock was hard and red and angry. I wanted to tempt fate again and bite him all over. Fuck, he could break my fingers. What's a little bit of pain between fuck buddies anyway? I sat up, grinning, even though my jaw didn't move at all. I was certain it was swollen, but I was wet. Luciano slammed into me and pressed my head into the bed. I fought back, thrashing against him. I flung my head around, trying to dislodge his huge hand. He chuckled and leaned down.
"You fighting turns me on,fiore," he said as he thrust again, and I threw my head back, clipping him in the nose.
He may like my fight, but he doesn't like the pain that accompanies it.
