Page 105 of Capo
Thirty-Two
Luciano
The tall blonde woman who steps off the plane is so stunning that the sight makes my gut churn. Her hair has been straightened and hangs sleek over her shoulders. She has a light brown coat thrown over her shoulders, long, loose black pants, high heels, and a light beige top. There’s a little Bottega bag on her arm, and she’s pulling a carry-on in her other hand.
I wanted her to come back feeling like a person again. She has changed so much during these last weeks. I have changed. We can’t go back. I don’t know how to move forward, but things need to be different and I hope this is a start. Elena’s words have rung in my ears as I’ve prepared for her funeral together with Ivan and a couple of the more seasoned girls from the brothel.
Give with your heart.
Well, thanks for that. I didn’t think I had a heart, but something in my chest is hurting like a motherfucker, and that same something trembles from the vision walking toward me.
Life was easier before.
“Hi,” she says.
I pull her into my embrace, at a loss for words. She smells of flowers and spices. The sky is turning pink, the fog is settling and a chill creeps upon us. Opening the backdoor, I move for her to get inside. She studies my face, her expression one of a thousand questions I probably have no answer to.
The house is near-empty. There are the guards at the gates of course, Ivan, a butler and a maid, but they all know to stay the fuck away tonight.
I step into the hallway with Chloe in tow, putting her carry-on to the side. When I close the door she turns to me.
“What now?”
“You look fantastic. Country life suits you. Designer clothes suit you. The tan suits you.”
“I finally got some vitamin D.”
I half-shrug, feeling a little guilty. “My bad.”
“I’d say!”
“Hey. Don’t go mouthy on me again. You have so much punishment piled up, you have no idea.”
She widens her eyes and takes a step back, letting go of her bag. Her sudden fear makes my cock stir. It’s been a few days. That’s too fucking long. I move toward her. She backs up. I step closer, chest to chest until she’s up against the wall.
“Luci.” Her voice is husky, a little shaky.
I put a hand on her throat, holding her tight, as I put the other on her belly, sliding inside her pants, finding my way inside her panties. Her pussy is smooth, naked. I push inside and thrust, shallowly, then harder and deeper as she responds. She gasps and clutches my shoulders, bucking, a little mewl escaping her throat.
“God,” she moans and swallows hard against my palm.
It’s so fucking erotic to hold her life in my hands. I could strangle her any second, see her eyes go wild with fear, feel her fight me, how she weakens in my arms. We’re definitely going to explore that. I know she gets off on danger. I’ll see how far I can push her. She caresses down my chest and drags her fingers along my abs. The touch makes involuntary ripples shoot through me, and when she cups the bulge in my pants, stroking the length back and forth, tightening her hold, I grow so hard I almost double over.
“Pull out my cock,” I grit out. “Stroke me.”
She clenches her thighs, panting, her pussy soaking wet. “I—You—”
I’m not having it and kick her legs apart. “Stay,” I growl, loving her attempts at struggling. “Take out my cock.”
Chloe licks her lips. “Yes, sir.” She holds my gaze as she flicks open the button and unzips me.
It’s not a submissive ‘yes, sir’. It’s a fucking defiant message that she’ll keep fighting me even though she seemingly obeys.
“Oh, you’re in for a world of pain.”
Her eyes widen, looking innocent. “What?”
“You’re a bad girl, Chloe. Do you know what I do with bad girls?” I pull my hand out of her pants and her knees buckle as she groans.