Vow to Me: A Mafia Arranged Marriage (The Romano Empire Book 1)

Chapter Sixteen

I’m woken up to the sound of banging on my bedroom door, I wipe my hand over my face, moving the hair from my eyes to orient myself before hurrying to open the door. I’m just reaching for the handle as the door flies open and I see Luca standing there still decked out in black cargo pants and a black, long sleeve tee, the only differences from earlier this evening are that he’s no longer got his weapons strapped to him and he now seems to be covered in blood.

“Hey, are you okay? How did it g—” I don’t even finish my sentence before he’s pressing his lips to mine in an all-consuming kiss. His hands grab my hips, and he walks me backwards towards the bed. His tongue teases mine in a slow, teasing rhythm before he presses his mouth to mine harder, kissing me with everything he has and pouring every emotion he’s feeling into me.

My world tilts on its axis and the next thing I know I’m laid out in the middle of the bed and Luca is climbing up on top of me. His hard body is pressed to mine. In the back of my mind, I’m acutely aware that he’s soaked in another man’s blood and probably covering me and my bed in it too, but do I care? Not even a fucking little bit.

“Tell me to stop,” he pants, and I shake my head, unable to form words I’m so fucking turned on.

“No, don’t stop or no, stop. I need to hear the words baby,” he says while peppering my neck with kisses before he lifts up to stare down at me.

“Don’t you fucking dare stop!” I growl at him while writhing beneath him. He chuckles and stares at me for a moment before slamming his mouth back down on mine. His tongue battles mine for control and I give in, letting him set the pace. I lift my hips to grind myself against his pelvis, I can feel his erection through his pants, so I keep grinding, making him groan into my mouth before he pulls back and starts kissing my neck. He makes his way down my body, pulling up my camisole so he can see my breasts.

“Jesus Christ, your fucking beautiful Iz,” he rasps just as he captures my nipple between his teeth and making me moan and arch my back, pushing my breast further into him. He swaps between licking and pinching both nipples, biting them slightly and leaving me a shaky, wet mess. Just as I’m about to demand more, he starts making his way lower, kissing my stomach as he pulls off my sleep shorts and settling himself between my legs.

“Fuck baby, you’re something else,” he says in awe and pressing a delicate kiss to my clit before he digs in and feasts on me like a starving man. His tongue laps at my clit in a punishing rhythm as he slowly inserts a finger inside me. “Oh fuck…Luca,” I moan, and he groans in response.

“You taste fucking delicious baby,” he rasps before adding another finger and working them faster, his tongue continues its fast pace on my clit and fuck, I’m so fucking close.

“Fuck baby, the sounds you make, your taste, your fucking body. Christ woman, you’ll be the fucking death of me,” he groans and the sound of him groaning in pleasure from my taste makes me even wetter as his pretty, dirty words send a buzzing sensation through me.

“You like that, huh, dirty girl? You like driving me wild, walking around the apartment in your little shorts, your see through little tops where I can see your nipples poking through, begging me to taste them?”

I grab a handful of his hair and pull on it as he curls his fingers inside me, hitting the spot that I needed him to as I buck my hips up and down, grinding on his face while I chant unintelligible nonsense, I don’t even know what the fuck I’m trying to say at this point.

“Fuck Iz, I need you to come for me, come all over my face while screaming my name, fucking please baby,” he begs.

And I do, I come screaming his name and drenching his face in my release.

Fuck me, that has got to be the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. Luca kisses his way back up my body while I come down from the high of my orgasm, he presses a sweet kiss to my lips before getting up.

I think he’s about to leave the room, but instead he picks me up bridal style and walks to the bathroom. He turns on the shower, sets me down on the floor and guides me into the shower before stripping off his clothes and stepping in beside me.

This is the first time I’ve seen Luca without his clothes on, his broad chest is covered in intricate tattoos, blending well with the tribal themed tattoos that cover both of his arms and damn, he’s got a fucking six pack. His body is an honest to God work of art.

Christ, why does he have to fucking look like that?

Luca makes quick work of scrubbing his body as I do the same, deciding I’m not in the mood to deal with the nest that is situated on the top of my head I forgo washing my hair, deciding that’s tomorrow”s issue. I step out of the shower and before I can grab a towel, Luca’s already wrapping one around me and patting me dry. I go to reach for him, wanting to reciprocate the mind-blowing orgasm he gave me, but he swats my hand away and shakes his head.

“Not tonight, just let me take care of you Iz,” he says so gently it almost brings tears to my eyes; I’ve been on my own for so long I can’t remember that last time someone wanted to take care of me. I give him a shaky nod and he picks me up again, carrying me through the apartment and into his room.

He sets me on the bed and tilts his head in a move over gesture. I scoot over as he climbs into the bed beside me, then he loops his arm under my neck and around my back before he pulls me to his chest, tucking my head under his chin and stroking up and down my back with a featherlight touch.

We lay in comfortable silence, neither of us feeling the need to talk. Luca keeps a tight hold on me, as if he thinks that if he loosens his grip for even a second, I’ll disappear, never to be seen again. I’ve never felt so fucking cherished in all my life. I’ve never been one to snuggle, a couple of the men I’ve been with in the past may have tried, but that was quickly shut down. It feels different with Luca, as if I belong here in his arms.

For the first time in my life, I’m relaxed while lying in bed. I’m not thinking about the horrors of our world, I’m not wondering what he’s thinking or what the hell we’re doing, I’m simply just living for this moment, safely tucked up with my husband surrounding me like a barrier to the thoughts that would usually consume me and terrorize me at night.

For the first time in my life, I’m safe.

“Goodnight, mia regina,” he whispers as I’m drifting to sleep and presses a soft kiss into my hair.