Arranged love

LUCA

Another lie. I haven’t been with anyone else since her. And it’s going to stay that way.

She tries to push me away, but she’s unsuccessful. Her hands slap at my chest, but then they fall to my slacks. She undoes them quickly and shoves them down my thighs, along with my boxers. She grips the base of my hard cock, and I jump when she squeezes it.

I grip her chin, forcing her to look up at me. When our eyes meet, we both freeze. We’re both panting, my heart pounds and her beautiful amber eyes are swimming in tears. They look like honey.

“I hate you,” she whispers.

I almost believe that leaving her was wrong, but I wasn’t. I did what needed to be done. Someone else needed me more than she did, so I won’t apologize for that.

My free hand runs along her smooth pussy, her wetness covering my fingers. “Then why are you wet?”

She whimpers, rocking her hips against my hand, wanting more.

I slide a finger into her, teasing her once again. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“No-”

“Beg me to fuck you,” I interrupt her, leaning my face down to hers. My tongue darts out, running along her parted lips. I thrust a second finger into her, and she sucks in a ragged breath. Her legs tighten on my hips, pulling me closer to her. My cock is still in her hand, and she grips it like a vise. “Come on, Haven,” I coo. “Use that pretty mouth and tell me what you want.”

My fingers slide out of her and then back in, running my thumb over her clit. Her body jerks as she gasps. “Ffuucckk.”

“That’s right, baby.” I smile, doing it again. More forcefully.

I add a third finger, and she releases my cock. Her hands come up to my shoulders, and she digs her nails into my skin. “Oh, God …”

“Say it,” I whisper as my eyes roam her face. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, and her chest rising and falling fast. I wonder when a man last touched her. I know she was lying. I didn’t find anything on her phone, but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t been seeing someone.

“Please,” she begs. “Please fuck me.”

Ripping her off the countertop, I carry her into the room. I throw her down onto the bed, her body bouncing a few times before I crawl on top of her. Spreading her legs with mine, I grip my cock and push into her, not waiting another second. I need her.

Her hands come up to my chest, but I pin them against the bed. She cries out as my hips begin to move. It’s not slow. I’m not making love to her. I’m fucking her.

She arches her back, crying out, as I fucking take what I want.

She’s never been able to tell me no, and I love that about her. How much she needs me. Things aren’t going to be any different than they were before, other than the fact we have a contract. One that states she can never leave me. Marriage into the Mafia is like being born into the Mafia. There is no escape other than death.

HAVEN

I OPEN MY eyes and roll over. A soft moan releases from my lips. I ache. Everywhere. It’d been too long, and I forgot how much stamina Luca had. He fucked me twice before I passed out. Then at one point, he woke me up, flipped me over, and took me from behind. I didn’t protest one bit. If I remember correctly, I begged him then too.

I came all over his cock and sheets. I’m gonna pay for that today. Getting up, I grab a shirt that is thrown over a chair and slip it on. He tore my underwear off last night, and I haven’t unpacked my stuff yet. Trying to be stubborn, I go without anything underneath. Thankfully, the shirt is long enough that it comes down close to my knees. I make my way down the stairs, listening for any voices. I’m not sure of his work schedule or if he is even still here. When my bare feet hit the landing, I see two men standing by the front door in the foyer, but they pay me no attention. And I hate how my stomach tightness at the thought of him needing this much security. It was never like this when he was in school. Or maybe I just didn’t see it.

“Is Luca here?” I ask them, holding my shirt down my legs.

Nothing. No side-eye. No go fuck yourself. Just silence.

“Thanks,” I mumble and walk down the hall. I’m about to go outside to see if his car is here when I hear voices coming from his office. The same one where I thought he fucked the blonde in. Taking a deep breath, I square my shoulders and open the door.

I pause the moment I step inside. Luca sits behind his desk in a three-piece suit, his arms folded over his chest. And Bones is pacing back and forth.

“This is-”

“Haven,” Luca interrupts him, and Bones comes to a stop. His head snaps up, and his eyes narrow on me.

I know Luca did that so I wouldn’t get any information on their conversation, and it pisses me off.

“What are you doing in here?” he asks with a growl.

It’s the same question he asked me last night when he found me at his desk. As if I’m not allowed. Like it’s forbidden.

Ignoring him, I look at Bones, and he’s glaring down at me. He’s changed so much since college. He didn’t have any tattoos back then, and now he’s covered in them. Well, that’s not true. I did see a tattoo on him. Once.

I stumble down the hallway, my arm locked with Emilee’s. She laughs as her Sprite and vodka spills over the rim of her cup. “Where is … Jasmine?” She hiccups.

Placing my free hand on the wall to help guide us, I answer. “She’s with Trenton.”

She snorts loudly. “Thought we hated him.”

“We did. Yesterday. He apologized to her after we slit his tires.” I laugh, entering the living room and looking around aimlessly. “Where are the guys?”

It’s Saturday night. The boys had a baseball game today. They won, like always, and they decided to throw a party to celebrate at Bones and Grave’s father’s house. Even for the place being a mansion, it’s crowded with kids from the college.

“I was standing in the kitchen when Luca came and got Bones.” She hiccups again. “Think he took him to the game room.”

I reach over, take her drink from her hand, and down it. Only a few drops hit my shirt. “Let’s go look.”

It takes us longer than usual to make our way up the staircase and down the long hall that leads to the game room at the end.

I turn the knob and shove it open. We both go stumbling into the room. She giggles, and I say a few choice cuss words, trying to get my sluggish legs to keep myself standing. Looking up, I see Bones leaning back against the pool table, his arms crossed over his chest. Luca stands before him, his hands in the front pockets of his dark-fitted jeans.

Our abrupt entrance catches their attention, and whatever they were discussing comes to an end.

“What are you guys doing up here?” I ask, shutting the door with my foot and untangling my arm from Emilee.

“Talking business,” Bones’s answer is clipped as his eyes move from mine to hers.

I frown. “Business?”

“Well, now it’s time to party,” Emilee says, stumbling over to him like Bambi. He uncrosses his arms and catches her as she falls against his chest.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“Wanna party, do you?” he asks, looking down at her, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Luca comes to stand behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. I lean into him, letting him support my drunk ass.