Bones (Bonetti Brothers #1)

CHAPTER NINETEEN

ATHENA

Turning around on his lap, I straddle him while he watches me curiously. Leaning forward, I run my tongue up the side of his neck, thoroughly enjoying the groan it elicits.

“Bones,” I moan, and he immediately corrects me.

“That’s not my name for you, baby. The rest of the world knows me as Bones, but my wife calls me Luca. Always.”

Dragging my fingers through his hair, I press my lips to his skin as his scent surrounds me. It’s everything Luca. His heat. His smell. His hands digging into my hips.

My husband is everything I shouldn’t desire, but do.

I scrape my teeth down his neck, and he growls as he grabs my hair. “Wife, you better stop if you don’t want to be fucked.”

Leaning forward, I whisper in his ear, “Luca, show me you missed me too.”

He shivers beneath me, causing me to smile. My brain tells me to not become addicted to a monster, but my body says otherwise. Rising from the chair, he lifts me with him and sits me on the table, before taking my plate and putting it in the kitchen. He comes back with a glass, and sets it on the massive rectangular oak table. Grabbing the hem of my shirt, he lifts it over my head and tosses it on the far end of the table. He strokes his thumb over one of my nipples while he strokes his fingers down my cheek. “You’re going to tell me to stop, and that it’s too much, but I won’t. I want to hear you scream. Lay down.”

After I lie back, he hooks his thumbs into my shorts and pulls them down my legs. “Tomorrow we are going shopping, because my wife deserves her own clothing. Tonight, you won’t need any. ”

He stares at me with heat in his eyes as he removes his shirt, revealing his upper body that makes my thighs clench with need.

“Luca.”

After removing his pants, he grips his large cock, and I lick my lips as he chuckles softly. “Not yet, Butterfly. You had your dinner, and now it’s my turn.”

Leaning over me, he presses his lips to mine and kisses me slowly at first, but then it turns desperate, as he licks at my tongue. I run my hands through his hair and he groans. Pulling back, he pops an ice cube from the glass into his mouth, and smirks at me like he knows something I don’t.

Luca runs his tongue, and the ice cube, all over my neck and down to my nipple. I arch my back as he alternates between the ice and his tongue. He moves to the other side and repeats the torture. When he moves to my abdomen, I shiver from the cold ice cube, run my hands into his hair and pull at the strands. “Please, Luca.”

He drags his tongue up the inside of my thigh, and down the other, as I tremble from anticipation.

“So needy and so fucking beautiful.”

Swiping his tongue along my slit, my back arches from the cold contact, because even though the ice has melted, it’s still cool. He flicks his tongue over my clit with a quick motion. The cool turns to warm, as I cry out for him. Suddenly he stops, while staring at me with a heated gaze. “Beg for more, Butterfly.”

“What?” I pant shamelessly.

“Beg.”

“Please, Luca,” I say, as I attempt to push his head back down.

He chuckles softly, and his breath on my clit only makes it throb more. “Such a needy girl.”

Watching me intently, he pushes two fingers inside me and I moan loudly.

“Good girl, let me hear you. ”

Taking my clit between his lips, he sucks hard, while he pulls his fingers out and slams them back inside me with blinding force. “Luca,” I cry out loudly.

Reaching up, he pinches my nipple with his free hand, and the relief I’ve been craving hits me. I buck my hips up while my back arches off the table. He removes his fingers from my pussy, and inserts his tongue deep inside me, swirling it around while he pinches my clit and, he was right, it’s too much.

“Stop.”

He chuckles softly. “Not a chance, Butterfly. Come again.”

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but the intensity is more than I can handle, and tears spring to my eyes, which only causes Luca to go feral.

“Fuck,” he grunts, as he rises to his feet and slams his cock inside me. Leaning over me, he licks at my tears. “I know I shouldn’t, but I fucking love it when you cry for me.”

Suddenly I break out into a fit of giggles. “That’s probably a red flag.”

He smirks at me. “You’re not wrong.”

Leaning down, he takes my nipple into his mouth and swipes his tongue across it, like he did my clit, and I shudder in response. I place my hands on his shoulders while he rocks back and forth and shakes his head. “I had every intention of eating that pussy all night long. Then I remembered how good you feel.”

“Luca.”

He takes both my wrists and presses them against the table over my head, and I quickly spiral. Screaming, “No,” I cry as I tremble. He lets go of my hands and grabs my face, forcing me to look into his eyes. “I don’t know what the fuck that asshole did to you, but you’re safe with me.”

I want to tell him it wasn’t Manny. My life in hell began long before I met him. I will never tell him, because as much as I wanted to hate him, I don’t. And I know if I tell him, he’ll be disgusted with me, like I am with myself. Luca will never look at me again the way he does now. I learned that difficult lesson a long time ago.

I glance at my first boyfriend, William. He loves me, so I know he’ll help. After I tell him what my father has been doing to me, his response is unexpected. He retracts his hand from mine. “That’s fucking disgusting.”

“It’s not what I want,” I whisper as I hang my head down.

“Your own father?”

His words are harsh, but it’s the way he looks at me that embeds itself in my soul.

“Looking at you makes me want to vomit.”

He pushes me to my knees. “Since you enjoy being a whore, I’ll treat you like one.”

“Butterfly, stay with me. You are fucking safe.”

Gripping my chin with his hand makes me focus on him. “I’m not a good man. It’s the complete opposite. I swear to you, no man will ever hurt you again. You are married to a man born into vengeance. I can’t promise to always do the right thing, but I can, and do, promise to always protect you from assholes like Manny.”

“Luca, make me forget he exists.”

Again, I’m not talking about Manny, but he doesn’t need to know that.

He presses his lips to mine and thrusts his tongue in my mouth, as he begins to move inside me again .

Tilting my head to the side, he deepens our kiss, and I run my fingers through his hair. I don’t understand my own emotions. The man who has held me captive, and kept me in a cage, is a place of safety to me. I should be terrified of him, but I’m not.

He pulls back and stares at me, while he picks up his speed. “Mine,” he growls, and I nod in agreement, because I want to be his. I want him to always look at me like he’ll die if he can’t have me.

His abs tighten as he buries his face in my neck, and grunts against my skin. He fills me, and I feel his cock spasming inside me.

Lifting his head, he stares at me with a serious expression. “No more not eating. When I put my baby inside you, I want it born healthy. You’ll take care of yourself, Butterfly.”

“What if I don’t want a baby?”

He pulls out of me with a chuckle. “You’ll get used to the idea. You’re my wife, and you will have my children.”

It’s not that I don’t want children, I do, but I don’t want to do to my children what was done to me. What if I’m like my mother, and abandon my child because it’s easier? Sure, my father is an abusive asshole, but she could’ve taken me when she ran, but going without her child was the easy route. Would I decide I don’t want to be married to the head of a mafia family, and leave my child behind? I want to believe I could never do such a thing, but maybe it’s in my DNA. My grandmother abandoned my mother, and my mother abandoned me. Why wouldn’t I expect I’d do the same?

“If you love your future children, you don’t want me to be their mother.”

He helps me off the table and I shrug. “I don’t see myself as the mothering type.”

Pulling me into his arms, he smirks. “You will have all the help you need. You want a nanny? Done. Two Nannies? Done. A chef? Already have one. A housekeeper? Also have one of those.”

Carrying me up the stairs, he says, “Mothering my children is part of your job as my wife. I’ll do whatever I can to make it easier on you, but there’s no way it isn’t happening. Generally speaking, the first born male takes over the family. So if one of my idiot brothers has one first, everything is fucked. This is important; if it weren’t, I wouldn’t require it of you.”

Required.

I don’t bother arguing, because if I’ve learned anything about Luca, it’s that what he says will be done, will be. If I’m ever allowed to leave alone, I’ll get on birth control until I decide I want a child. Maybe I never will. I honestly don’t believe he’ll hurt me if I can never bear children.

He fills up the bathtub with bubbles, water, and tells me to get in with a nod of his head. I do and he climbs in behind me, and wraps his arms around me.

I lay back against his chest and sigh, as the warm water and scent of lavender soothes me.

“Are you going to tell me what he did to you?”

“No.”

He chuckles. “You will eventually, wife. I’ll be everything in your world. One day, you’ll trust me and expose your soul to me.”

I want to tell him I won’t, but it’s not because I don’t trust him, but because I know he’ll be so disgusted with me, he’ll never touch me again. The thought of him looking at me the way William did, or taunting like Manny used to, is something I know I can’t handle.