Page 10 of Retribution

“No need to apologize. I know you’re grieving right now. But I’ll still be here.”

I raised my head, cupped his face and kissed him. “Thank you.”

“Now you gotta eat your breakfast.”

Chapter 7

Ciara

Nando and Neveah were on their honeymoon, and I would be damned if I disturbed them now. Luca was insisting I need to inform Nando about what happened because he would want to know. I knew that, but Neve was pregnant, and she’d just been through hell a couple months ago and I hated to have to put her through more shit.

While Luca took care of me by making me eat and hugging me every few seconds, I began to calm down. My brain seemed to have cleared up a bit and I realized something. When he was with me I was calmer, and I felt safe when he held me in his arms. And I wanted to fuck him again … shit, something was definitely wrong with me. Pulling away, I scooted some distance from him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, concern etched on his face.

I managed a smile. “I’m fine. It’s better I keep my distance.”

“Do I make you uncomfortable?”

“No, it’s not that,” I mumbled turning my face away, but the man was persistent.

“Then what is it?”

I stood. “Nothing is wrong. I’ll go get dressed.”

He also stood and held my hand, caressing my palm. “If something is wrong, just tell me, okay?”

“Damn it Luca, just fucking leave me alone!” I pulled my hand away.

He lowered his eyes, a smorgasbord of emotions on his face. However, he replied in a calm voice, “Okay, I’ll leave you alone.”

I watched him pick up his jacket which he’d thrown over the back of the sofa. He then picked up his phone and started to walk away. This pissed me off even more.

“So, you’re just going to leave?”

He stopped and turned, tossing away his jacket in frustration. “What the fuck you want from me woman?”

It was good to see him react instead of always being nice and calm. He stepped closer to me, and I moved back.

“Answer me,” he insisted. “What do you want?”

My knees hit the back of the sofa, and my ass fell on the cushion. He was over me in no time, unbuckling his belt. Our eyes met and locked while he unzipped his pants.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his hand pausing over his dick.

My eyes lingered on his crotch as my tongue came out to swipe across my dry lips. “You already fucking know!”

“No, tell me. I wanna hear you say it.”

“Damn you Luca, I want you to fuck me again!” I snarled. “Happy now?”

A sly smirk lifted the corner of his lips. “No baby, I’ll only be happy when my dick is buried deep inside your hot wet pussy. From today, it’s no more Mr. Nice Guy.”

Like Hercules, this man picked me up from the sofa like a damn sack of potatoes and threw me over his shoulders. “You said you were going to get dressed?”

“Put me down.”

“When I’m good and ready.”