Keeping his bride

“I don’t give a fuck,” he growls. His eyes never leave Constantine. “You’ve made a deadly mistake here tonight. One I won’t soon forget or forgive.”

“No, I don’t suppose you will,” Constantine says as a slow smile spreads across his face. He walks slowly around us, cool and collected as if he doesn’t have a gun pointed right at him. “I’ll just be on my way out.” Looking at me one last time, he says, “See you again soon, Verona,” and it sounds more like a threat and a promise than a goodbye.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

I shudder at the way my name slips off of his evil tongue. Luca pulls me closer and tucks the gun away when we’re finally alone. “I paid for the painting. Let’s get the fuck out of here before I lose my goddamn mind,” Luca tells me.

I nod in response, unable to speak.

On the way out the door, people are gawking at us, but I don’t even care at this point. My entire body is shaking, and I feel sick. Just having Constantine’s hands on me tonight and breathing the same air as him makes me nauseous. Not to mention the fact that he licked my face! He actually tasted me.

Constantine Carbone is an evil, vile man. I’m furious that he thought he had a right to touch me. Bile rises up in my throat, and I have to swallow hard to force it back down.

Benito is waiting outside of the car parked at the curb, and he opens the door with a questioning look on his face. I climb in the backseat without a word, and Luca is quick to follow me.

Once the door shuts, Luca lets out a slew of curses. He runs his fingers through his thick, dark hair, pulling at the ends angrily. Then, he turns to look at me with a look on his face that sends chills up my spine. “What did he say to you? What did he do? Tell me everything.”

I start from the beginning, not leaving anything out. And by the time I’m done, Luca is eerily still and quiet.

After several seconds, he pushes the button for the intercom and tells Benito to pull over. Once the car comes to a stop, Luca whispers, “Get out.”

I stare at my husband in confusion. “What? I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Get out of the car, Verona,” he says gruffly. “I won’t tell you again.”

Tears fill my eyes as I open the door. We’re parked on the curb of a busy street, and I carefully climb out of the car when it’s safe so that I don’t become roadkill by t e oncoming traffic. By the tim I r und the back of the car, Luca is already outside, pacing the sidewalk.

I’ve never seen him this angry before, and it’s scaring me. “Luca,” I say softly, my voice trembling. I’m shaking all over, fear and trepidation coursing through my veins.

He walks into a dark, narrow alleyway between two stores, and I reluctantly follow him. “I shouldn’t have left your side tonight,” he says so softly I almost don’t hear him at first.

“Luca, please, let’s go back to the car,” I beg.

I turn to leave, to walk away, and then suddenly I feel his hand wrapping around my throat. In a quick movement, he pulls me backwards and twists me in his arms so that we’re face to face. “You’re mine, Verona,” he growls before his mouth crashes down onto mine.

I don’t know if it’s his fierce possessiveness that’s gotten to him or the fact that he could have lost me to that evil man tonight, but Luca is expressing himself the only way he knows how. And I let him.

He pushes me until my back is against a brick wall, and his grip suddenly tightens around my throat. I gasp into his mouth for air, and he takes the opportunity to devour me, shoving his tongue into my mouth and claiming me with such brutality it’s almost frightening.

Just as I’m getting lightheaded from lack of oxygen, Luca releases my neck and bends down, reaching for the hem of my dress. He lifts it higher and higher until it’s pooled around my waist, exposing me. He then forces the fabric into my hands, making me hold it.

“No panties. My naughty wife,” he whispers in my ear as he drags his finger up and down my slit. It doesn’t take long for me to get wet for him. It’s just my body’s natural response to his touch.

I watch in horror as he drops to his knees in front of me, no doubt ruining his expensive suit in the process. “Luca, please,” I beg him. “Not here. Not like this.”

Trembling, I glance to the end of the alley. Benito is standing guard with his back towards us, but there are people walking by. Anyone could look in and see us. Anyone could hear us, including Benito.

“Luca, no, wait!” I cry out. But then I feel his tongue running along my slit, and all my thoughts and fears instantly melt away. I close my eyes and rest my head back on the brick as he eats me like a starving man in the dirty alleyway.

All of this is filthy and wrong, but I don’t care. I want it. I want him.

I moan loudly as Luca’s talented mouth, lips and tongue go to work. My fingers squeeze the material of my dress until they go numb. “Oh, god, Luca, I’m gonna…” I don’t even get the rest of the sentence out before I’m tumbling over the edge of pleasure. My body trembles as the orgasm wracks my body. Luca continues to lick me until I beg him to stop.

I feel high on the endorphins running through my body. I’m barely aware of Luca’s presence until I hear his belt being undone and his zipper going down. He grabs my hips and hoists me up until my legs are wrapped around him. And then I feel the head of his cock at my entrance. I barely have time to take a breath before he’s impaling me. I cry out from the shock of it. It hurts but feels good all at the same time. He begins to piston his hips, pulling and pushing his cock in and out of me the entire way so that I feel every inch of his length. And I no longer care about the people who might be watching or hearing us. All I can feel is Luca inside of me, his cock claiming me as his.

The brick wall is scraping against my bare back, and I know I’ll have to deal with the consequences later, but I couldn’t care less right now. “Yes! Luca!” I cry out.

With one hand gripping my left hip, his right hand goes back to my throat. He squeezes while staring into my eyes as if testing my response. My eyes widen as he tightens is

hold on me, no doubt leavin finger-shaped bruises on my skin as he holds me in place and fucks me harder than he’s ever fucked me before.

Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen…or maybe it’s because we’re outside in public where anyone can see us and watch, but I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on before. All too soon I’m reaching the edge again before I can even comprehend it. I’m dizzy and almost to the point of passing out as I gasp out Luca’s name and my pussy grips his cock in a death grip as I ride out the most explosive orgasm of my life. Starbursts explode behind my eyes as I let out a silent scream.

“Yes, Verona,” he groans. “Come for me. Only me.”

He slowly releases my throat, and I gasp for air. My lungs are desperate for oxygen, and it takes a while for the dizziness to subside. “Only you,” I agree once I catch my breath.

Luca stares into my eyes as he confesses, “I would kill for you.”

Okay, so it’s not the three words that every girl wants to hear, but I know when it comes to Luca, that might be the closest thing to I love you that I will ever get. “I love you,” I whisper.

With those words spoken, Luca lets out a guttural sound that sounds almost feral as his seed spills inside of me. He fucks me until he’s completely exhausted and spent. And then he collapses against me, pinning me to the wall.

We stay like that for a few minutes, me wrapped around him, until his cock softens. His lips kiss my neck softly, no doubt trying to soothe the bruises. Then he finally pulls out of me and helps me put my shaking legs down to the ground. I wobble in my high heels as he pulls out a handkerchief from his suit jacket pocket and cleans me up. He throws the used handkerchief in a nearby dumpster before looking at me.

It’s almost like the spell he was under is broken, because I can see the moment he snaps back to reality. “Did I hurt you?” he asks as he gently pulls down the hem of my dress.

I shake my head.

“I need your words, honey,” he tells me, lifting my chin to make my eyes meet his.

Everything that happened tonight comes rushing forward in the forefront of my mind, and I’m suddenly crying. Luca pulls me close and holds me, whispering apologies in my ear. But it’s not the fact that he just fucked me in a dirty alleyway where people were probably watching us. No, it’s the fact that Constantine Carbone had his hands on me. He wants me. He threatened to sell me, and the thought of him taking me is terrifying.

“What if Constantine comes for me?” I suddenly pull back and ask.

Luca stares into my eyes and tells me, “I will never let that happen. He will have to kill me first.” He pulls me into his arms and holds me for a long time before finally saying, “Let’s go home.”