Page 42 of Unbroken (Russo Mafia)

“Soon, I think.” Pressing my lips to hers she lets out a moan. My hand roams to her plump ass, giving it a squeeze. Her hand tightens around my neck.

“Lucca,” she whispered against my lips. “I should go.”

I rest my forehead on hers, closing my eyes, breathing her in. I eventually pull away, leaving a kiss on her forehead.

“Call me when you get home, please.” I open the front door and freeze. I push her behind me.

“What’s wrong? What is it?” she asked, concern laced in her voice.

Sitting on the front porch is another fucking package. This has to end, before it gets out of hand.

Lucca is on the phone pacing back and forth in his living room. He won’t let me leave. As soon as he saw what was left on his front step, he pushed me back, slamming the door. Telling me it wasn’t safe for me to leave. Grabbing his phone and dialing whoever he’s talking to immediately. My mind is going through every scenario it can come up with. What the hell is going on. Was a threat made, I get that being in the mafia is dangerous and I am now involved in it. Being in this house places me at risk. What I don’t understand is he has guards stationed around this place. Where the hell were they? That’s what’s bugging me more than anything.

The couch dips next to me. “I’m sorry Charlie, I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault.” I take his hand into mine. “Things like this happen. I get that. What was out there?”

He strokes the back of my hand with his thumb. He shook his head firmly at me. “I don’t want you involved with any of this Charlotte, it’s a mess that you shouldn’t worry about.”

I pull my hand away. “It’s a little late for that don’t you think?” I asked, agitated. “I got involved the moment you came back into my life.”

He runs his hand through his hair; he flared his nostrils. “A choice I made, and I will have to live with but one I don’t want to make. If you get hurt, do you understand. I already lost one wife. I’m not going to lose another.” He shoves himself upright and storms into the kitchen.

Another what? Did he say wife? Not the point. I get up and follow him. When I enter the kitchen, he’s pouring himself a whiskey. His back is towards me shoulders hunched forward, with his head bowed. I gently run my hands up his back. When I reach his shoulders, his muscles ease a fraction.

“I don’t mean to be a pain, Lucca. I can’t possibly know the amount of stress you are under right now.” I lean my forehead in the middle of his shoulder blades. “Let me help you relax?” I move my hands down his back wrapping around his waist, dropping to his stomach. He flexes under my touch; my hands move to the waist of his pants. When he doesn’t stop me, I pull on his belt, undoing it.

“Charlotte, baby I need you so fucking bad.”

I pop the button on his pants open and slide his zipper down, dipping my hand into his briefs I can already feel him growing hard.

“Turn around, and I’ll take real good care of you,” I whisper into his ear.

He groans when I trail kisses down his neck. I bend down pulling his pants down with me. His dick springs free and it’s bigger than I remember it. Pumping him I lick him from base to tip swirling pre-cum around the tip of his dick. The saltiness drives me crazy. I take him inch by inch, teasing him as I go.

“You’re killing me baby, oh fuck.” He moans when I take him all the way.

I take his balls with my other hand and give them a tug, his hips flex driving him further into my mouth. I let out a gag, and that’s when he loses it. He wraps my hair in his hand and holds my head still. He rams his hips forward, driving his dick further into my mouth.

“I fucking own this mouth,” he calls out with a grunt.

Drool is sliding out of the side of my mouth, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I hollow my cheeks, as I suck him harder. His balls tighten in my hand. I tug them harder. With my other hand, I claw at his ass cheek.

“I’m coming.”

His come jets down my throat as I struggle to swallow it all. He stills, huffing. He releases my hair and slowly pulls out of my mouth. He thumbs the rest of his cum back into my mouth.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you.” He tucks himself back into his pants then goes and grabs a towel and wipes my tears and spit off my face.

We eventually make our way to his room. It’s painted a dark grey in the middle of the room is his bed with dark bedding. Not exceedingly welcoming, if you ask me. It screams Lucca somehow. He takes me by the hand leading me into the bathroom.

“I’ll let you clean up. I’ll find you something to change into. There’s a spare toothbrush under the sink.”

“Thanks.” He cups my face looking me in the eye.

“You’re so beautifulTesoro.Every time I see you, I can’t help myself.” He crushes his lips to mine. He lifts me up onto the counter, his lips dragging along my jawline down my neck. I fumble with his buttons on his shirt. When I can’t get them undone, I tear his shirt open. Buttons hit the floor with tiny pings. His deep chuckle radiates in my ear.

He hauls me off the counter walking into his bedroom, tossing me onto his bed. He stands there breathing deeply he peels off his shirt, tossing it on the floor. I shrug off my blouse keeping my eyes on him. His hand grips my ankle, pulling me closer to him. He runs them under my skirt bringing goosebumps all over my body. Kissing his way upwards to my breasts.

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