Page 63 of The Sicilian Bastard
Araceli
Istretched my sore limbs in bed, sated and satisfied. Luciano wasn't beside me, but that was something I would have to get used to. He probably was in his brother's office talking shop. I got out of bed and went about my morning routine. I didn't see it until I was brushing my teeth. The glint of something shiny on my ring finger. I paused the toothbrush in my mouth and stared down at my hand like it belonged to a stranger. I thought I'd remember getting engaged to someone. Red hot rage ran rampant through my body as I figured out what happened. I spit the toothpaste out of my mouth and ran back into the bedroom, looking for clothes. Luciano's shirt was on the ground. I snatched it up and took off, the burning fire in my lungs making me feel like I could fly. I heard a commotion from downstairs and followed the voices. I barely registered that everyone was seated at the island, smiling as a shirtless Luciano cooked for them.
"What the fuck is this?" I screeched and pegged the ring at his stupidly handsome face.
"Oh, fuck," I heard Agosto mutter next to me.
"Time to get the fuck out of dodge." Rose got off the stool she was seated on and backed out of the room.
I didn't pay any of them any attention. My whole being was focused on the idiot in front of me. How could it be less than twenty-four hours that we both said I love you and he fucked up? How? I didn't even get a chance to bask in our new relationship. I didn't get to keep my warm and fuzzy feelings that carried into this morning. No, I got to fight this jackass because, clearly, he should be committed. He'd lost his ever-loving mind. Luciano was standing there, staring at the ring in his open hand like the idiot he was and not responding.
"If you think that I'm just going to roll over and accept this, then you've got the wrong bitch." I wanted to pat myself on the back for not screaming at him, even though everything within me said I should yell, scream, fight, and bite until he understood we needed to be equals.
"You saying no?" Luciano growled. The food on the stove was burning, but I only had eyes for him. His eyes were burning. I took a step back. That was the moment I felt like I had fucked up and gone too far. But I was in it now.
"Yeah, I'm saying no, you lunatic." Then I made my second fuck up of the day and gave him my back. I walked out of the kitchen with my head held high. The siblings who were still sitting at the island were all shocked. Vito clucked in disappointment, but he could kiss my Latina ass. All of them could. It was plump and made for lips. I should tattoo a pair of lips on it, in fact. I only got five steps before Luciano threw me up over his shoulder like the idiotic caveman he was.
"Put me down,puto."I wailed my fists on his lower back, as he had me upside down. His ass looked bitable so that's what I did. I bit him right on the cheeks. He paused his strides and smacked me on my ass three times, hard. He ran up the steps and rushed into our bedroom—hisbedroom. Nothing was mine. We weren't going to be together. He was too possessive. Too arrogant. His ego was larger than an ocean. I didn't want to drown anymore. He tossed me on the bed. It wasn't lightly; it was harsh, and my head bounced, jiggling my brain. I squeaked and tried to take off, but he barricaded the door with the dresser faster than I could reach him. He didn't say anything. He dragged me back to the bed by my hair, kicking and screaming. Thankfully, it was a very short area to cover. Otherwise, my scalp would burn way more than a tiny sting. I still kicked him in the gut. He barely registered it. He tied my hands to the corners of the bed and then my feet. I bucked and tried to fight him but was too weak. He grabbed the top of his shirt and ripped it off my body like it was flimsy material.
"What are you doing?" I squirmed away from him, my body betraying me as he touched, licked and sucked every inch of my skin. I went from trying to get away from him to writhing on the bed, full of passion. My slit was leaking down my thighs and I was close to begging him to fuck me. Then he just stopped.
"Say yes," he growled. His hands were massaging my breasts, pulling my nipples lightly. I bit back a moan and shook my head no. He leaned forward and bit my shoulder. I clamped down on my tongue, begging him with my body for more. He stopped again and looked into my eyes.
"Say yes." He scraped his teeth down my breasts, down my stomach, and grazed my clit, his breath blowing on me as I tried to rub myself on his mouth like a shameless hussy.
"Say yes!" He snapped and smacked my nipples twice.
"Fuck you, you brute." I planted my feet and flexed my hips upward, humping the air. I wanted relief, but I didn't want to give in to him. If I did, he would think that he could just force me to do whatever he wanted. No conversations. No anything. His way or the highway. I had to be strong.
"Say yes, please." His voice cracked and I finally really looked at him. The pain in his gaze caught my breath. I didn't think he would care that much.
"Give me back my birth control," I murmured. I'd say yes if he bartered with me.
"No," he whimpered. Whimpered. This big man wanted to own me way too much.
"Please?" I pleaded. He slid his large hands down my body.
"I can't," he choked out.
"Why can't you?" I cried. "Why can't you give me this?"
"I need all of you so that you'll stay. I need you to have my name. Ineedyou to carry my child so I can see your womb swell up and know that he or she won't want for anything. I am a bastard. I want my child to have more than I had growing up and I want to give him that now. I know I should wait. I know you haven't been with me willingly for a long time, but I don't care. I never claimed to be a good man. I never claimed to anything but the animal that I am. So please, baby. Please give in. Give me all of you."
After that speech, how could I say no? Could I orgasm from words alone? He had me all worked up. He gave me the relief I needed. He sucked my clit into his mouth and set me off.
"One," he growled into my belly button when I came down.
Luciano stuck his fingers in my mouth and I sucked on instinct. He trailed them down my body, leaving wetness in their wake. Without any further prompting, he slid them into me. I gasped and squirmed away from his ministrations. I was sensitive as hell. Luciano didn't care. He grumbled in satisfaction. He thrust his fingers in and out until he found my little bud. Then he focused on my bud until he set me off again.
"Two." He was winded now. He trailed kisses up my body as he went, until his lips met mine. "Say you're mine." He pressed against my lips.
"I'm yours," I let out a breathy sigh. Iwashis. There was no reason to keep fighting.
"Mine," he bit out as he thrust deep inside me.
I gasped and tried to wrap my hands around him, forgetting he had me tied up. I tugged on my shackles like they would magically fall off. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair. I wanted to scratch his back up, leaving my marks on his body. This man fought for me every step of the way. He gave me a family when I had no one else. He came for me when I needed him the most. Now,now,he was giving me safety. Something I hadn't had in a very long time. If ever. He was everything. The feelings welling up inside of me grew bigger as I reached my peak.
"Fuck me. Fuck me, Luciano," I cried, clawing at the bed sheets I could reach. At this point, I didn't care if anyone heard me. I wanted them to. I wanted them all to hear how he made me feel. That I was his and he was mine.
