Marked For Crime Royalty| Book One | ✓

39 - A Guilty Conscience

Luciano stared at the back of Teresa's head, her copper, fake dyed hair creating an image of an imposter. He only realized how much he hated it.

His eyes trailed to the glow of her skin caused by the son creeping through the curtains. Her skin was flawless and as he trailed his finger over her back, he felt so, the softness, smoothness and he grinned as she made a small sound as he trailed down her spine.

He removed his hand, his eyebrows furrowing, realizing just how he didn't deserve to touch her after what he did. For what she didn't know.

Flashback

Laura's hand found its way into his hair and instantly it reminded him of who he was kissing and what for. Because there was absolutely nothing there.

Nothing there like it was when he kissed Teresa.

He pulled back quickly, and stood up, her falling off, but she cared less. Once again after kissing her another time, he wiped his lips off and she stood up. "What's wrong?" She asked and he moved away from her as if she was contagious.

"I am in love with Teresa" He said, and she cracked a smile then sighed, amused.

"Yes, but I was first, my love. You love me" She reached her hand out to him, but he pushed it away, shaking his head.

"No. I loved you. And you're right, I moved on quickly, but I had no choice as Don. But I am committed only to her."

She frowned, and it looked like she were quick to slap him, but she pushed her frustration down and sighed, stepping forward saying, "Luciano"

One again, he took a step back.

"You're welcome to stay if your motives are correct. If you want to live somewhere else, I will pay for it. But our timeline ended a year ago." He didn't look at her as he said it, and he didn't give her a chance to respond because he walked in the house, closing the door behind him.

Flashback End

He didn't go to sleep either. The guilt ate at him. He couldn't hide his guilty conscience from himself, and he didn't want to hide it from Teresa. He wasn't. A man owned up to his faults, or he was no man.

He knew he messed up. He messed up twice. Not pushing her off the second she touched him, and for kissing her back. A kiss not even ten seconds could be so little to him, but it meant so much to Teresa and whatever meant that much to her, meant that much to him too. That was her trust, and he broke it. And for the first time, he didn't know what to say or how to tell her.

Teresa turned around, still half asleep, but the small opening of her eye saw that he was staring at her, and they fluttered open once more. Seeing this, he smiled and ran his hand down her thigh and back up.

She moaned softly, "That feels good" She laughed softly, not fully awake.

She raised her hand and he already knew what she wanted and kissed her before she could bring him down to. He pulled back, but she kissed him once more, staring at him, staring into his guilty eyes.

"Are you okay?" She adjusted her head onto the pillow and he took her hand, kissing her palm.

"I am" He lied and he did it so well.

She laughed a little causing him to smirk knowing why. His hands that were rubbing her thighs were now caressing her ass.

"Am I getting a morning massage?" She questioned, teasingly and he pulled the blanket off of her. He laid back, pulling her atop of him.

Her thighs on each side of his hips, an arch in her and her breasts pressed against his chest. Teresa folded her arms on his chest and laid her face there as both his hands traveled down her back with such tenderness, her eyes began closing again.