Page 9 of Unbroken (Russo Mafia)

I work my hand up and down the length of him. I don’t know what I’m doing, but it must be feeling good. He wraps his hand around mine, stroking himself with me. I can feel wetness grow at the sight of this. He slowly leans me down, kissing along my neck. He releases my hand, and I let go of him. I spread my legs and he nestle between me, and I can feel his dick jerk against my clit.

“Condom, do you have one?”

He smiles, then grabs his jeans. Pulling a condom out of his pocket. Once he places it on, he goes back lining up. I take a deep breath, prepping for pain. He gently pushes in, slowly stretching me.

“You feel so good.”

I close my eyes once I feel him reach my hymen. He kisses me.

“I’m so sorry for what’s about to happen.” Then he pushes in all the way.

Okay, not that bad. I thought it would’ve hurt more. “I’m okay. It didn’t hurt.”

That lights a fire. He quickens his pace. My inner walls clench around his throbbing dick, making him groan.

“You’re so tight. I’m not going to last much longer. I need you to come now.”

He rubs my clit with his thumb, bringing me to my climax quickly. I shudder under him and call out his name. He thrusts, then stills before finding his release.

We’re both breathing heavy, he rests his forehead on mine. My body is still vibrating when he pulls out. I wince from soreness.

“Where’s your bathroom?”

I get up point down the hallway. When he disappears, I quickly get dressed. I can’t believe that just happened. Did I really have sex with Lucca Russo in my living room, on my couch, where I sit with my dad? Oh, my God. I did.

“Get out of your head,Tesoro.I can see the wheels turn.”

I jump. Looking up at Lucca who’s already pulling his jeans on. “Sorry, I can’t help it. We should’ve gone to my room.” I cringe.

He leans down and kisses my forehead. “You can’t help it sometimes; you don’t regret it do you?”

“What, God no. Maybe next time not on the couch.”

He smiles at that.

2 months later

It’s almost graduation. I’m so nervous.

Everything I’ve been doing has finally paid off. I’ve been accepted into the college that I’ve applied to; I’ve been slowly packing all my stuff up getting ready to move. I’m going to miss it here that’s for sure. Especially Dad’s home-cooked meals.

Lucca and I haven’t really talked about me leaving for college. Every time I tried bringing it up, he would change the subject on me. It irritates me and I’m not sure how to handle that. I thought we would have this whole plan, where we will date, and we would visit each other. I guess it was only a one-sided dream. I want to bring it up again, but he’s been busy more and more with work. Almost every evening he’s been gone, especially the closer we get to graduation. He wasn’t kidding when he said it was going to be serious when he was finished with school.

I wish I could talk to Scar about it; it frustrates me. I can’t fill her in on it. She freaked out when I told her I lost my v-card to him. She told me he was only using me, yet here we are still together two months later; I can tell he has strong feelings for me, but we haven’t said the L-word yet. I haven’t told Scar I love him. She’ll just tell me I’m mixing up my feelings for him, that I don’t know what I want and that I’m still young and I should be playing the field when I go to college. That’s a big hell no.

“Hey, you. You're being quiet again. What’s up?” Scar asked, while she slams her lunch down.

I look into her brown eyes, squinting at her. “What’s up with you? You look a little flushed?”

She blushes a deep shade of red. “What? N-nothings up with me. Shut your trap and eat.” She rips into her sandwich like it murdered her family.

I narrow my eyes at her. I’ll find out what the hell went down. I’m going to guess it has something to do with a certain Mr. Santarossa. Even after all this time those two haven’t figured out their shit. I know for a fact they won’t see each other much after school is over. He’ll miss his chance with her. Idiot. I hope he’ll realize this one year.

When the bell rings, I head to my locker, grabbing my books. Lucca is waiting for me, which isn’t anything out of the normal, but the look on his face is different. I can see his shoulder muscles locked tight, with his arms crossed creating his biceps to bulge. I take his face in. His jaw is clenching like madness.

When I near closer, that’s when he turned his hard eyes on me. I halt my steps. Did I do something wrong? I’m trying to think back to any of our conversations from earlier. Nothing is coming back to me. I don’t know what I did to receive this from him.

“Hey, is everything okay?” I step closer to him.

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