My mind continues to wander, thinking of Luciana as I drive us back to my house. Is she a virgin? When I finally take her, will she wear that crucifix? Will she call for God when I’m claiming her as mine? I force myself out of my internal line of questioning. I can’t let her consume my thoughts. There’s too much at stake.
Still, the idea of fucking her fascinates me more than I thought it would. But I can’t have Luciana. Not yet, at least.
When we return home, she’s still asleep, tranquil, and unaware of our future together. With the amount injected into her, time is running out to get her locked away before she wakes up.
Marco goes to grab her and normally I wouldn’t have any issues, but the same wave of jealousy overcomes me as I shove him out of the way. “Don’t touch her. I’ll take her upstairs.”
“What has crawled up your ass?”
Not interested in answering his question I reply with, “Nothing. Never fucking touch her.”
He steps back with his arms up, giving me a chance to grab her. The light floral scent of her perfume radiates off her,encouraging my erection that’s straining against the zipper of my pants.
I fireman carry her upstairs, scanning my finger on the door to the bedroom I set up for her. I lay her on the bed as I undo her bound ankles and wrists. The crucifix on her necklace yet again catches my attention. It reflects against the moonlight coming into her window, making me think unholy thoughts.
I can’t touch her yet, but it doesn’t mean I can’t give myself some relief. It’s a gray area. “Forgive me, Father,” I whisper while unzipping my pants.
I take my painfully hard cock out and pump it several times, grasping tightly until I hiss at the rough sensation. I take the bead of precum leaking from the tip and wipe it against her mouth with my thumb, hoping she will taste me later. I stroke my cock as a few fantasies arise.
First, the two of us wrapped in a pile of sweat and sin as I take her virginity. Observing the mixture of pleasure and pain on her face with the sight of her blood streaking my shaft.
Next, as I’m spraying the walls of her pussy with my cum, knowing a piece of me is implanting into her womb.
Months later, as her stomach swells with my child, and her breasts are engorged with milk to feed our baby. It’s something I’ve never been attracted to, but with her, the thought is intriguing.
I get lost enough in my fantasies that my orgasm hits out of nowhere, covering my hand and leaking to the floor below me.
“Fuck,” I murmur, trying to search for something to clean myself up with. I’m drawn to another fantasy of forcing Luciana to clean my cum off the floor, never wasting a drop.
Once I find tissues, I tuck my cock back into my jeans and clean up after myself. I need to get out of here before she wakes up, that I know for sure. I’m eager to see what kind of fight she has behind the people-pleasing good Catholic girl persona.
I make a mental note to turn on the cameras after my meeting with Marco, confirming our plans to keep Luciana secured here. Her nonna, Stella, snuck by my nonno, Geno, and his security the night before their wedding, and I worry Luciana could too. Of course, the security I have now is more advanced than what Geno’s family had, but we still need eyes on her at all times. She comes from a line of women who are flight risks and unlike Geno, I won’t let this payment get away.
With the fingerprint scanner in place, the door locks automatically and I head into my office. Marco’s already waiting for me, sitting on the sofa in his usual spot, a drink in hand. I pour a drink for myself and sit down at my desk as I press Marco about Luciana’s safety and security. “Let’s go over our added security for Luciana. Where’s Enzo and Domenico? What’s the status of our added fingerprint scanners? Are all new security aware of Luciana’s presence?”
“I assigned Enzo as Luciana’s private security, and he’s heading upstairs to her bedroom as we speak. All entry and exit doors have new fingerprint scanners with added scanners on main floor windows. I confirmed with Domenico that our new guys know about her. I don’t think she could leave if she was a fly.”
Along with being my right-hand man and best friend, Marco is also my head of security. I’ve never seen him fail at anything that involves computers, security, or safety. I trust him to run that while I run our business ventures. “If she gets remotely close to escaping, you’re the one who’s going to suffer for it.”
He stares at me like I smacked him, then asks, “Why me? Why not Enzo? He’s her private security.”
Standing over him, I lean over and point in his face. “Because you’re in charge of security, the reason Geno hired Enzo, and the one who brought him with us to America.”
“Whatever, man. I don’t get what your issue is today. You need to get your shit together. You’ve never fucking doubted me. She’s payment for a debt like all the other ones we’ve collected. Remember?”
I respond with a grunt, knowing if I stand here any longer, I’ll end up punching my best friend. Instead, I storm out of my office and into my car, heading to the closest bar. On the way, I remind myself after a good lay I’ll get her out of my head.
I walk into the bar, a front for one of our gambling rooms, and order a drink. I’m disappointed in my options when I scan my surroundings, whiskey in hand, trying to find someone to get Luciana out of my head. A short time later, the last person I want to see appears next to me at the bar, her signature red lipstick and cherry perfume making her presence known.
She smiles at me, lust filling her eyes. “Hello, Alessandro.”
Seriously, God? No one other than Gabriella? “What do you want, Gabriella? Have you finally gone through all my men or do they not want you after most of them needed antibiotics?”
“You don’t know that was my fault. Maybe one of your men gave it to me first. I could be one of the victims. Also, I came up here to talk to you. I can tell you’re lonely.” I ask again, no one other than Gabriella?
“Of course, you’re the victim. You always are.” Gabriella is the definition of a pick-me girl with a victim complex. Unfortunately, she’s my only option tonight.
“Come with me.” I drag her into my office between the bar and our gambling room and waste no time bending her over my desk. I shove her face down, noticing her brunette hair thatmatches Luciana’s, and hike up the bottom of her dress. By society’s standards, she should turn me on, but there’s nothing to grab onto and I can’t get hard. I know every piece of curve her body has was made in the gym by the fact that nothing jiggles when she moves. I stroke myself, trying to give my dick some life, but nothing happens. Eventually, I give up, tuck myself back in, and zip my pants. “Get the fuck out.”
