I obey her, fumbling the clasp to readjust the dildo on my shin while it stays snuggling into Lucie’s pussy. She’s taken half of it already and starts to ride it up and down in short motions that have her moaning.
Her ass bounces as she keeps riding the toy, and when her lips wrap around my hard dick, I’m done for. I hold her hair before pushing her face down deeper. “Tap my thigh if it’s too much,” I manage to croak as I throw my head back and fuck her mouth from beneath.
Her moan vibrates across my skin, shooting fire into my veins.
“Fuck, you feel so good. So perfect for me.”
I explode in her mouth, groaning and calling out her name,whimperingwith how good it feels.
I’m dizzy with the force of my orgasm when she comes up for air and uses my stomach as leverage to fuck herself on the toy at crazy speed, flicking her clit roughly. She trembles and rakes her nails on me when she comes all over the monster toy that’salmost all the way inside her now. She’s magnificent, wild with abandon. A goddess made flesh. And I’m Hades dragging her down to the underworld with me. The Beast keeping her captive.
She winces with discomfort when she removes the dildo from inside her. Is it strange that I’m proud of how much she can take? Is that a kink for me? Seeing her take a massive, weird-ass shaped toy inside her like a champ and coming all over it while sucking me dry has to be a fetish. At least it is for me.
I arrange her on the bed, pulling the cover over her body and getting up to find a washcloth. When I’m done, I gather her against me and she sighs contentedly. I will never get enough of those little, post-orgasm sighs that tell me she had fun, she’s satiated, happy and ready to warm my cock all night.
I shouldn’t get too used to having her in my arms but I’m unable to resist.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say. She smiles, yet the playful energy she exuded this evening transmutes to something else. “What’s wrong,ružica moja?”
“Nothing.”
“Nope. Not with me. Tell me.”
“I wanted to tell Mina. About us. About what we did in the woods. I wanted to gossip about how you cook for me, and how you’re amazing and take such good care of me. About that monster cock.”
Something foreigns blooms inside my chest, before the crushing reality of how unworthy I am assaults me once more. My brain is giving me backlash. I kiss her hair. “You miss her.”
“Yeah, I miss her. She was my only friend. And now she’s gone. Like everyone else. I understand why she had to go into hiding, but it doesn’t make it any less hurtful.”
“What do you mean ‘like every body else’?”
This is what I always suspected about Lucie. She hid behind smiles. I thought it was because she was a perfect mafia princess,bred for this life and very aware of her role to play, the dutiful daughter. And maybe part of it is true, but it’s not all of it.
Lucie sniffles but turns into my arms, eyes lined up with unshed tears. Like she’s already cried too much and there’s very little left.
“I told you how my parents died when I was twelve. They were executed in a mafia war against the Russians.”
I tense. Knowing that, it makes me want to punch Dante even more for how he made her marry a Russian man. “Aleksei’s different,” she says, aware of where my mind went. I’m transparent with her always, and she’s learnt to read me in seconds in the past few days we’ve been holed up together. “I don’t hold a grudge against him, you know. He killed his father. That’s who was responsible. Anyway, after my parents died, I was sent to France to another branch of the Cosa Nostra. My uncle thought it was dangerous for me to remain in London. I was so scared my adoptive father would hate me and either leave me or die, that I… I don’t know. I guess I just made myself into a perfect daughter and soldier so it would never happen. I was sure my parents only died because I was not a good daughter.”
Her mouth trembles and I pull her into my chest. I’ve been beaten, burnt, cut and abused by my father and my brother for as long as I can remember. I’ve become hardened by the hardships of growing up hated and unwanted. Yet, her story has my soul breaking. I would never break for myself. But for her, I’d lay it all down to protect her heart.
“Your adoptive father loves you,” I say weakly, unsure how to tread.
“He hasn’t answered my texts in weeks. I knew it would happen but with Mina gone now, and my friends back at home, too… I just feel like that’s what happens to me.”
“Have you asked Dante about your dad?”
“No, why?”
“You know the war brewing on the horizon. If your father isn’t answering you, it must be to protect you. He’s probably moving against the Petrovs, along with Dante and their allies.”
She wipes the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, straightening in bed like fire is singing in her blood. Defiance mars her features. “They should tell me.”
“You told them you wanted nothing to do with the mafia anymore,” I remark. She avoids my gaze, her brow drawn down like she’s thinking hard about something. “What’s going through your pretty head, Lu?”
“I thought I wanted nothing to do with the Cosa Nostra.”
“But you changed your mind.”
