LUCA (You Will Be Mine) (The Sicilian Mafia Series Book 1) (29 page)

“All you have to do is give into me, baby, and I’ll give you what you want. This pussy, who does it belong to?”

Getting angry, I shouted, “You!”

“Every part of you is not yours; it’s mine. Isn’t that right?”

Oh I was so going to get him back for this. “Yes, for fuck’s sake. Just DO something!”

Smiling his cocky, triumphant grin, Luca flicked my clit with his tongue. I was right back there again—right on the tip. Just a few more lashes, and I would be gone.

“I’m going to come. Please fuck me now.”

Luca was ignoring me. He was determined to get his own damn way; he didn’t care for my pleas. Fisting his hair in my hands, Luca buried himself even deeper. It just took two more lashings of his tongue, and then I was gone.

Screaming and wriggling beneath him, I didn’t even have a chance to calm down. Luca thrust his cock so hard inside me that I almost lost my breath.

Pulling me from the counter, Luca whisked me up against the wall and pounded into me like a ferocious animal. Not caring if I hurt him, I yanked his hair and pulled him to my lips.

Luca growled, and if I thought he couldn’t go any faster, I was wrong. Suddenly realising orgasm number two was fast approaching, I held on tightly to Luca in a vice-like grip.

“You’re going to come for me baby, aren’t you? I can always make you come hard.”

Oh God, yes, he could. “Say it, Luca. Speak dirty to me in Italian.”

“Ti scoperò fino a farti esplodere di piacere.”

Fuck me, I was going again. “More, more!”

Thrusting even harder, Luca growled. “Sto andando a farsi fottere fino a quando non si grido.”

That was it. It didn’t take much. I screamed and bucked underneath him. I didn’t care what the hell he’d said; it was just so fucking hot!

“I love making you come!” he screamed, and before I knew it, he was right there with me—thrusting and stiffening as his cock exploded come inside of me.

Breathing hard into my neck, Luca stroked my hair tenderly. “Why can I never seem to get enough of you? I want you all the fucking time. Marry me, Clara.”

I stiffened in his arms. Did I just hear correctly? He asked me to marry him? Was it actually even a question?

When I didn’t answer, Luca pulled his head from my neck and looked me in the eyes. Swiping a lock of sweaty hair from my brow, Luca smiled. “Have I made you speechless? That would be a first.”

“This is no time for jokes.”

Tenderly stroking my cheeks, Luca brushed his thumb over my mouth and kissed me. “Marry. Me.”

I shook my head and Luca thrust me up against the wall to make me stop. “You’re asking me while you still have your cock inside me after we’ve just had sex. Your head’s not screwed on properly.”

“My head is very screwed on. I’ve been thinking about this for a while, but just didn’t know how to ask you.”

I laughed sarcastically. “So you thought you’d give me two orgasms, then ask, thinking that my brain would be turned to so much mush that I’d say yes?”

Luca smiled and raised his eyebrow. “That was the plan—yes. Why, has it not worked?”

I puffed out some air. “I can’t believe you.”

“Is that a
no
then? If it is, I may have to work on reconnecting with you again.”

Shaking my head, I cupped his face in my hands. “You’re so romantic.”

“I didn’t think you were the hearts and flowers kind of girl. If you are, then I shall rethink and ask you again.” Seeing how serious I must have looked, Luca pulled out and placed me down. “Do you not want to marry me?”

Looking into his worried eyes, it was the first time I had ever seen any vulnerability. “It’s not that, Luca. It’s just so … so sudden.”

Luca held my face to his and sighed. “My mama once told me that I would find the girl of my dreams, and when I did, I had to hold onto her tightly and never let her go.”

Laughing in my head, I began to realise just why Luca was so dominant with me. Why he always said I
belonged
to him.

Luca held my gaze and pinned me with his pleading eyes. “I don’t need to wait any longer to know that we’re meant to be together. I felt it since the day I saw that picture of you in your aunt’s place. You are the girl of my dreams. The one my mother told me about. I knew it that day, and I was certain of it the moment I laid eyes on you. You can’t get away from me. I will win your heart. I will always win. There’s just no escape from me. You may as well give in and say
yes
now.”

I smiled. I couldn’t help it. Even now, Luca was ordering me around. Even for something as serious as marriage, he still couldn’t seem to relinquish an ounce of his control.

Luca kissed me gently and sighed. “Do you love me?”

I stilled, but I couldn’t deny it to myself or to Luca. “Yes, I do love you. And now, I’m really bloody mad at you!” Stomping off, I got really angry.

“What?” Luca was dumbstruck. “I don’t understand. You say you love me and then you get angry with me?”

“Yes, and do you want to know why?”

Strolling over to take my hand, he muttered, “Of course I want to know why.”

“Because, even now, you’re going completely over-the-top alpha on me. I was coerced into telling you I loved you rather than being allowed to let it come naturally. Are you happy with yourself now?”

Luca laughed, grabbed my hand and kissed it. “I love it when you get angry.”

I ran into the bathroom and turned the tap on for a bath, huffing as I went. As I spun around, I caught the fucker’s grin and almost slapped him.

“My baby loves me.”

Putting my hand in front of me, I shook my head. “Don’t you dare, Luca. You’re not worming your way around me again.”

“But, you love me.”

Seeing the overjoyed little boy look, I couldn’t help but smile. Within an instant, he’d had me coming twice, shocked the hell out of me, had me ready to bash him about the head—and now? Now, I was smiling like an idiot at him.

Luca, seeing my reaction, pulled me to him and started nibbling on my ear. “Dimmi che mi ami.”

Oh God, how does he do that? “Stop it, Luca.”

“Ti amo di piu’ che della mia vita.”

I think I may have stopped breathing. I think my brain had lost any and all ability needed to string a coherent sentence together.

“Sposarmi il mio amore.” Grabbing both of my arms, Luca brushed his nose against my neck. Just how he knew I liked it.

“Luca I—”

“Marry me, amore mio. Make me the happiest man in the universe, and be my wife. Let me take care of you and love you how I know you need to be loved. How you deserve to be loved. You are my life. I couldn’t possible exist without you.”

I could feel the tears brimming as I closed my eyes. My head was spinning so much that the only thought that came to me instantly was Trudy. The story of her one and only true love was swirling around in my head like a tornado. Her words seem to batter down upon me like a ton of bricks.
“He was looking at you like you were the only woman in the world who ever existed. I knew then he was never going to let you go.”

A small croaking sound seemed to tear away from me when I didn’t want it to. I was overcome—overwhelmed by the force of it all.

“Yes.”

Pulling me from his arms, Luca burned his eyes into mine. “What?”

A single tear escaped my eye, and Luca was there straight away to wipe it away. I knew then he would always be there to wipe away all of my tears. He just completed me.

Finding it hard to focus on him with my blurry eyes, I said, “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Grinning like a silly twat, Luca pulled me into his arms and spun me around. “You’ll be my wife? You’ll actually marry me?”

Laughing hard, I shouted, “Yes, now put me down!”

“I knew speaking to you in Italian would do it.”

I shook my head. “You are a right prick, do you know that?”

Luca smacked my bum and growled at me. “You can’t talk to me like that now. I’m your husband.”

Turning off the tap and getting in, I glared at him. “Not yet you’re not.”

Luca joined me, sliding in all excitedly and pulled me onto his lap. “I’m your husband because I fucking tell you I am.”

Laughing and shaking my head, I pushed at him. “It didn’t take you too long to go from sweet and sexy to a commanding little shite now, did it?”

Luca stroked my face and kissed me. “You love it when I go all commanding on you. No matter what, you always put up with it—despite your complaints. You get me, Clara, and that’s why I know for a fact that you’re the woman of my dreams.”

Laying my head on Luca’s shoulder, I sighed my contentment. He was right of course. He always was in an annoying way. Luca was the man of my dreams, and I couldn’t wait to become Mrs. Belatoni.

Smiling like Cheshire cats, Luca and I eventually made it out into the big, wide world. Luca needed to make some business calls, and I needed to do some admin in the office. We reluctantly pulled away from one another and were waltzing into my office when something caught my eye.

Looking up to the next floor, I found Belinda and Tony coming out of her room. She smiled at him seductively and stroked his face. Tony, in turn, pushed her up against the wall and kissed her.

Not wanting to spy on their tender moment any further, I turned away and walked into my office. I was sitting there for about ten minutes when the one and only Belinda walked in.

Silly grin.
Check
.

Flushed cheeks.
Check
.

Glassy eyes.
Check
.

Just-been-royally-fucked look.
Check
and double check
.

“Belinda, how are you this morning? Do I really need to ask?” Strolling in, Belinda sat down on the chair and regally crossed her legs with a smile. “That good, ha?”

Belinda giggled. “That good.”

“You know, when I teased you about sleeping with him, I didn’t actually literally mean for you to sleep with him.” I shook my head with a smile.

“I couldn’t help myself. He was so just so damn cute and gentle with me last night. He speaks highly of you, and I love anyone who does that. Having him cradle me in his strong arms was too much to resist.”

I slinked back in my chair and sighed. “You know this is going to cause problems for you.” I saw her shocked expression and waved my hands in front of me. “I’m not talking about me. Don’t get too flustered. I mean for you and Tony.”

She bit her lip. “How did you know?”

“Know what?”

“That he would get possessive quickly?”

I smiled knowingly. “I didn’t. It was just a guess. So I take it you’ve already had this conversation.”

Belinda frowned and looked away. “Yes. He said he didn’t want me sleeping with anyone else.”

I shook my head. “Jeez, what is it with Italian men?”

“What do you mean by that?” Snapping our heads up, we found Luca walking through the door.

“Don’t you ever knock?”

He completely ignored me and asked again. “What do you mean?”

I threw my hands in the air and I started pacing. “Oh, you know, Italian men giving us all the, ‘You can’t sleep with anyone else’ crap.”

Luca smiled. “Don’t knock Italian men, Clara. We take our women very seriously.”

I looked towards Belinda with a sigh. “You see, this is the thing. You want to know what the
thing
is?” Belinda nodded and smiled. “Luca talks about women like possessions. Noticed how he said, ‘Our women?’”

“But you
are
mine, Clara.”

I flew my hands up in the air. “See? Now this is what you can expect from Tony now. I bet even Alessandro is the same with Mia.”

Taking my left hand, Luca kissed my ring finger. “You don’t understand. We Italian men take pride in our women. Once they become ours, we look after them—cherish them, if you will. You can see that now, and you will still see that once we are married.” Luca smiled.

The little fucker!

“Married!” Belinda shot out of her chair faster than feet on hot coals.

“Well done. I hadn’t had time to get round to that yet.” Luca just smiled, but Belinda was hyperventilating.

“Married? You’re getting married? Eek!”

Running over, she gave me a big hug. “Oh, Clara, I’m so happy for you. And you, too, Luca.” Belinda kissed Luca on both cheeks.

“Thank you, Belinda. You are the first of the ladies to know.”

My head snapped towards him. “You’ve told your men already?”

“I told them yesterday.”

My eyes widened. “What?” I could feel the anger rising again.
Deep breaths, deep breaths
. “You only asked me this morning. What if I had turned you down?”

Very matter–of-factly, Luca stated, “That was never going to happen. I would have tortured you into submission. I always have, and I always will. Remember what I said from the start? I always get what I want.”

I pointed towards the door and shouted “Get out, before I gouge your eyes out.”

“I love you, baby.”

“Oh, shut up, arsehole!”

Blowing kisses he retreated out the door, but not before saying, “I’ll be back later to take you for lunch.”