Luciano Fierri [Book #3]

Chapter 28

A month later
"Fuck yes! Right there!" I shouted, not caring that his family was just feet below us watching the Fourth of July fireworks from their cabanas.

Luciano muffles my cries with his hand, mumbling into my neck. "You have to be quiet, sweetheart." He kissed my neck, sucking the sensitive flesh and leaving behind a dark pink love mark. "You don't want everyone to look up and see me fucking you like this, no?" He asks, slowly removing his hand.

He kept drilling into me, making it hard to speak. "It was... your idea to -shit that feels so good- fuck me on the roof of your home."

"Our home," he corrected. "And yes, it was my idea. I didn't want to miss out on the fireworks."

I rolled my eyes, chuckling. He gave my ass a squeeze, pounding into me from behind. I gripped at the railing, biting on my tongue to try and keep from exposing us.

They would probably cheer us on if they saw us, which would have Luciano tomato red with embarrassment. Now the thought does excite me, but there are also kids down there. So I'm going to refrain from being loud, despite how difficult it may be.

Pulling me away from the railing of the roof, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he plopped down onto the fluffy blanket splayed out on the ground.

He pushed my hips forward, watching me grind on him. He reached up, pinching one of my hardened nipples between his fingers. I gasped, a wave of pain followed by pleasure shooting down my spine.

We were barely into this position when he flipped me into another, my legs spread wide open. I looked down, his cock wet with my juices as he fucked me like a untamed animal.

He'd gotten so much more aggressive since the first time we had sex on this roof. And it was because of me that the innocent Luciano I remember from my childhood was no more.

Not that I was complaining or anything.

"Dio santo(Oh my God)! If you keep fucking me like that then I'll... I'll..."

My release hit me like a wave, only Luciano was the one that got wet. He was quick to pull out of me. And before I could react, his mouth came crashing down onto my pussy.

He let out a satisfied moan, tasting, licking, and sucking every part of my hot, wet sex.

I cried, orgasming a second time. I used my foot to push him back, overwhelmed with the amount of pleasure racking through my body.

He landed flat on his ass, but it didn't hinder him from gripping at my ankle and shoving a part of my toes into his mouth.

I thought his love of feet had just been a faze, but it was clear that it wasn't. I don't know what he saw in my feet, but it had him moaning and groaning like a starved child.

His tongue flicked over my painted white toes, before he was suddenly yanking me forward. He slammed back into my sore sex, resulting in a gasp from me at the unexpected action.

He was panting, his hot breath spilling onto my stomach as kept thrusting over and over and over and over again. I was losing my mind. I lost count of how many times I came in that moment.

"Luce, I can't take it anymore. It's just too much."

No one had ever fucked me as hard and as passionate as Luciano. Not even my husband matched the amount of aggression coming from Luciano's thrusts, and he'd left bruises on my body.

"It's okay sweetheart." He didn't stop, determined to bring us both to an unbelievable amount of pleasure. "You can take it," he cooed. "I know you can."

I wasn't too sure about that, but because he believed in me, I pushed through. He was ramming into my spot so hard and so deep that it hurt so good.

"Oh shit," I moaned, arching my back. "I'm going to come again." I bit down on my arm- hard, shuddering as I rode out my orgasm, the sound of the fireworks only adding to the euphoria exploding inside of me.

Luciano grunted, his thrusts beginning to slow as he, too, came. I've been on birth control since my miscarriage, so I knew I didn't have to worry. Or least I hoped so. But damn was there a lot coming out of him.

There was so much that when he finally pulled out, his release mixed in with mine spilled out of me like a stream of tears.

"Shit, I'm sorry." He was blushing, a look of guilt on his face.

It amazed me how quickly he could switch from a dominant to a submissive. I smiled, pulling his head down to kiss his lips. "You don't need to apologize."

"I know but-"

I kissed him again, cutting off his words. "Just hold me."

After quickly adjusting himself, he laid down beside me, his hands slowly roaming my body. His fingers brushed over one of my scars located near my abdomen where Samuele had electrocuted me.

He rolled over, a brief moment of coldness washing over me before his warmth returned. He sounded like he was opening up some kind of wrapper.

"Close your eyes and hold out your left hand."

I wasn't sure what he was about to do, but I did as he asked, closing my eyes and holding up my left hand. He reached over me, slipping something onto my ring finger.

"Okay now open." I opened my eyes to see a red ring pop on my finger, and my heart immediately began to race. "I know it's not the one I gave you when we were six, but I figured you could use a little cheering up."

"I love it," I replied back with a chuckle. Rolling over to face him, I gave him a slow, passionate kiss to show him just how grateful I was for the kind gesture.

Since that day in the bathroom, I have been scared to leave Luciano alone. I didn't want him ever leaving my sight just in case my husband decided to attack.

It's been a month since we heard from him. Marcellius thinks he's lying low because he's afraid, but I think he's planning something. I don't know what it is, but I will do everything in my power to keep him from taking Luciano away from me.

"Can I tell you something?"

"Of course."

I climbed onto his lap, brushing his hair out of his face. I took a deep breath, exhaling out through my mouth. I may have looked normal on the outside, but I was absolutely freaking out on the inside.

"I..."

Damn it.

This is way harder than I thought.

"I..." I started to say again. But once again, I was struggling to finish the sentence. He was looking at me with those kind, patient green eyes of his, making it more difficult than necessary.

Pull it together Valeria.

You can do this.

"Luciano, I-"

"I love you too," he finished. My heart exploded at his confession. Or at least it felt like it had. "I've always loved you Val."

"Well how come you never told me?"

"Because I was afraid of you wouldn't feel the same way." He looked down sadly. "And then when I came back to Italy to confess my feelings for you years later..."

"That's when you learned I was married."

"Yeah..."

I laid my head on his chest, straddling his hips. "Hey Luce? Can you sing me to sleep?"

He rubbed my back, kissing the top of my head and clearing his throat. "Brilla brilla una stellina(Twinkle twinkle little star)..."