My eyes flicker to the door. Anyone could walk past and see us. There’s a slight hesitation in my voice when I say, “The door’s open.”
He tightens his grip on my hair, leaning closer to me until his breath is hot against my ear. “I want everyone to know that you are mine,” he growls, his words scorching my skin and starting a fire within me.
“Kneel,” he commands again. This time he uses his Don voice, loud and filled with danger. With his grip still in my hair, he pushes me down slightly towards the floor, and I obey, sinking to my knees in front of him. My heart pounds with a mix of fear and fierce desire. I’m not normally this reckless, but there’s something about Luciano that drives me wild. His hand reaches down, undoing his belt and pants, and I gasp as his cock, thick and extremely large, springs free. A dark chuckle rumbles from him, approval heavy in the air like he knows he’s hung like a fucking horse. I’ve felt it against me, but seeing it with my own two eyes makes it seem a hell of a lot bigger.
His fingers trail over my lips, prying them open before slipping his thumb inside my mouth. I start sucking his finger. “Who’s been a naughty girl?” he asks, eyes blazing.
“I have,” I whisper, leaning into his touch, craving more of him.
“What do we do with naughty girls?” His hand clamps around my jaw, locking my gaze on him.
“We punish,” I breathe through ragged pants, my pulse starting to race with anticipation.
He rubs the head of his cock against my lips, and I dart out my tongue and lick the tip, tasting the salty drop of his precum. A deep moan vibrates through him. I reach out, wrapping my hand around his cock, the sheer size of him making me wet.
A demonic smirk crosses his face as he strips off his belt. “Hands behind your back.” I do as I’m told and put my hands behind me as hebends down and binds my wrists tightly with his belt, the roughness sending a shiver down my spine.
I watch as Luciano walks back in front of me. I open my mouth inviting him in before he shoves his cock deep down my throat. I don’t gag, I never have. His eyes widen in sudden realization. “You were made for me,” he breathes, pushing my head further down on him.
I suck hard, matching his brutal thrusts, my mouth a slave to his rhythm. Saliva drips down my chin as I tease my teeth along his shaft. He grunts his approval, telling me he likes a bit of pain.
“Is my naughty girl thirsty?” he asks, husky.
I nod, sucking his cock in further.
“Open wider,” he demands. I stretch my mouth as far as I can around his cock, desperate to please him. He lifts his whiskey glass, pouring the amber liquid down the top of his cock, the warmth trickling into my mouth as he thrusts hard at the same time as I swallow—the burn from the whiskey and his cock a perfect blend of pleasure and pain.
He quickens his thrusts while his cock pulses in my throat until he comes. “Swallow,” he orders, pulling out of my mouth. I lick my lips, savoring any missed drops of him. I enjoy being submissive under his fierce control.
He unties my hands and pulls me up so I’m standing in front of him. He leans in and whispers in my ear, “Go upstairs and fuck yourself with your purple vibrator. I want to hear you scream my name.”
My breath stalls in my throat for a second. How the hell did he know what color my vibrator was? I slowly back away, glancing at him as I walk out the dining room. His pants are still undone, his cock standing tall, ready for round two. His eyes are roaming over me like he’s a predator about to prance on his prey.
I’m near the end of the hallway when I have this feeling to look back, where I see Luciano standing at the doorway watching me, his shirt still unbuttoned, chest bare and eyes watching me. I turn back around and walk quicker to my room, slamming the door shut. I rush over to my bedside table and open the second drawer. Yep, it’s still sitting there.
I start pacing around my room. I walk into my bathroom and walk-in closet, opening every drawer and cupboard. Everything seems to be in place still, nothing is missing. Am I going crazy? Maybe it was just a good guess?
13
Charlie
“RED!” Mattia’s voice bounces off the foyer walls. “Get your sexy ass down here. We’re going on a field trip!”
I chuck the latest journal I was reading on my bed, quickly grab my shoes, then race out of my room and down the hallway. The idea of leaving the estate fills me with excitement, but I pause when I hear the brothers’ conversation downstairs.
Stefano grumbles, “For once, can you behave yourself?”
Mattia laughs at him. “Can’t help it. ADHD, remember?”
Gabriele chimes in, “It is literally in his DNA.” I can’t help but giggle to myself. Always so straightforward Gabriele is.
“Yes, Gabriele, I’m not an idiot, but he can LEARN to behave sometimes,” Stefano shoots back.
“Where’s the fun in that?” I hear Mattia reply.
I can’t help myself as I shout down from the top of the stairs. “COMING!”
Stefano runs his hands over his face and lets out a frustrated, warning growl.
