????MAFIA POSSESSION ????????
( HIS ADDICTION ????)
BY, ROYAL DIADEM ❣️
CHAPTER 25
Copy and have your life shortened ????
BOW TIES WERE HOT. Indisputable fact. Bow ties on men with perfectlyslanted jaws and sparkly eyes and soft li-ps were breathtaking.
Luca fastened his cuff links, watching Caroline throu-ghthe mirror. Shesmoothed her hands over the back of his jacket. “Careful. I don’t think it’s
polite to upstage the groom on his wedding day.”
Luca exhaled sharply throu-ghhis nose and shook his head. But Carolinemeant it. He looked amazing. He belonged in well-tailored three-piece suits
with pocket squares that matched the bow tie hanging loose around hisneck. Expensive cologne clung to his skin and his hair was styled toperfection. But Luca always embodied a suave, collected ideal. Even when
he was taking her apart at the seams, even when he first woke up, when hebrushed his teeth, and when he couldn’t find the spices he needed in thekitchen because Caroline put them back in the wrong place.
She studied the fabric of his tailored jacket and the way it hung from hisshoulders. She still knew so little about this man, and so much all at once.
She knew she wouldn’t be able to tell if he lied to her intentionally, butlately she’d sensed something off. She didn’t think he wanted to lie to her,but he avoided questions, changed the subject,
looked like he wanted to tellher something important, then dropped it and flirted with her. There wasmost certainly something he was keeping from her, probably for her own
good.
He told her about Lorna and Giovanni standing up and saying theywouldn’t get married, and then explained how Lorna and Alessandro weregetting married now. He’d been more excited about it than he probably
should have been, but who was she to judge? He loved his family, that much was obvious. He didn’t want Giovanni to endure a loveless marriage
or Alessandro to nurse a broken heart for the rest of his life. And he’d gone
into detail, explaining the exact look on his father’s face when Giovanni
told him off.
Caroline didn’t think he was hiding anything there.
Then there was the whole business about her dad. She knew he was still
looking into that. He mentioned sometimes that he was still looking for
proof, concrete evidence. And that he didn’t have anything actionable. But
he had to know something,
or at least have a good hunch with a few
shadowy details to support it. And Caroline wouldn’t fault him for that.
She’d written stories based on less. But he needed to tell her. Didn’t he trust
her?
Luca buttoned his jacket with a sort of finality that made Caroline feel
suddenly cold. She reached up to tie his bow tie,
taking her time with it and
brushing his skin with her fingers every chance she got.
He laughed low in his chest. “Thank you, kitten.”
A spark of jealousy took Caroline a little off guard. She didn’t want him
to go to the wedding without her. Not because she didn’t trust him. She
believed him when he told her he wasn’t messing around with anyone else.
But she wanted him to be hers. To belong to her in some concrete way. She
knew she couldn’t leave her own li-pstick stain on his collar, but she wanted
to. She wanted to make it clear that she was the woman he came home to
every night. She woke up beside him every morning.
She li-cked the sauce
from his fingers when he cooked for her. And she was the one he trusted to
stay in his home at all hours unsupervised.
He said she was his. That counted for something, but it didn’t put a label
on it. His what? His girlfriend? His plaything? His soul mate? His one truelove? But she wasn’t stupid or completely naïve.
She understood that theycouldn’t be a ‘thing’ yet. They had to figure out what happened to herfather. Even once they did that, she was still supposed to be dead. Shedidn’t think Mr. Moretti would be too happy to find out that his son took her
as a lover instead of killing her. But Luca was the sort of person whoprobably had that all figured out already. And once they had concreteevidence about her father’s death,
Luca would pull out some brilliant planthat allowed him and Caroline to live happily ever after.
That future seemed terribly far off though, and Caroline didn’t knowhow she would handle the intermittent time. She finished tying his bow tie
and looked up at his face. Pretty, pleasant, and so breathtakingly in control.
Caroline pulled him down by the bow tie she’d just done up and kis-sed
him. She wanted a de-ep, heated kis-s, but Luca kis-sed her slow, lazy,
intentional. She could feel his smirk against her mouth as he pulled away
long enough to whisper, “So impatient.” His mouth slotted against hers and
his hand came up throu-ghher hair to tilt her head and control how much she
could take from him.
The silky fabric of his suit was cool, but his skin was
burning hot. She stepped back until the solid desk stopped her. He teased
with his teeth, not enough to hurt, but enough to taunt. That was how it
worked with him.
He was so perfectly restrained until he wasn’t. And that
made the restraint all the more impressive and all the more arousing.
Caroline knew what he was capable of when he wasn’t holding back. She
knew how ha-rd he could bite and how good it felt. So when she felt his
teeth on her bottom li-p with just the lightest pressure, it made her yearn for
more.
He knew it too, sliding his fingers delicately throu-ghher hair without
pulling at all. Too sweet, like the frosting on a birthday cake that makes
your teeth ache from all the sugar. Caroline loved it; she ate it up. She
preened under his gentle attention. But she wanted more. Part of it had to do
with jealousy and possessiveness on her part. She wanted him to be hers,
and she wanted everyone to know he belonged to someone. She wished she
could walk around on his arm and feel jealous gazes as he held the dooropen for her or pulled out her chair or any number of other chivalrousthings he made it a point to do. But she couldn’t have that, so she would
take the little things she could.
But Luca pulled away with a low groan before she could take anything.
“You know I need to leave.”
Caroline pressed her li-ps just under his jaw and he sighed. “I know.”
He stepped back and she pouted. “You can wait until I get home.” Hetook the tone she usually didn’t argue with. The sharp blade wrapped invelvet. But she so rarely got her way in life.
“No, I can’t.” She sat on the desk seductively and blinked her eyelashesat him.
He hummed low and dangerous and tilted his head to one side. “I can’tbe late to my brother’s wedding, gattina.”
Caroline knew that pride would be the reason he caved. “Well, if youthink you can’t rile me up quick enough-” A hand around her throat cut offher words. Not because he put any pressure behind it, no, his fingers rested loosely against her skin. But the threat was there. And the threat was
terribly exciting.
He leaned in and spoke against her ear. “st-rip.”
She rushed to comply. Time was of the essence, after all. He unzipped
his pa-nts and turned around to find a condom.
Though he’d seen her countless times before, she still flushed under the
intensity of his gaze. He was on her in an instant with a searing kis-s, hands
pressing insistently into her upper arms. He turned her around and pulled
her back against his chest, one hand heavy over the base of her neck, sliding
along her collarbone.
Her shortness of breath was not caused by any
blockage of her air supply. He applied pressure, no pain, just the threat that
there could be if he wanted.
She could feel and hear rather than see him rip open the condom with
his teeth and roll it onto himself. “Bet you’re already w-et, aren’t you?”
Honey on the sharp edge of a knife. His hand trailed down her neck,between her brea-sts, over her stomach, to drag a finger throu-ghher folds.She sighed, and he laughed low to himself. “Good girl. So ready for me.”
Caroline hummed, impatient. Luca didn’t seem to appreciate that andbent her over the desk. He was such a neat freak there wasn’t even anything
to knock off. The cool surface on her front and the heat soaking throu-ghhisfancy suit at her back was an uncomfortable dichotomy that heightened her
senses. He kicked her legs farther apart, forcing more of her weight onto thedesk. She felt him slide between her thighs, teasing along her slit. Her bodyjumped at the contact.
She whined, a little needy, but it made him tear hisfingers throu-ghher hair and lift her head from the desk to look at his darkeyes.
“We don’t have time for you to be a needy little slut. You’ll take what Igive you.” His growled words zipped throu-ghher like lightning.
“Yes, Luca,” she affirmed with too much of a grin to pretend it wasn’tintentional.
He mumbled something about her being a spoiled brat and pushed intoher completely with one thrust.
She let her head fall back onto the desk. He
felt so good every time. It didn’t matter how many times, how many waysthey did this. She felt so perfectly full, so stretched. He hit all the right
places inside her without even trying. She clenched around him a little todraw out a whispered “fu-ck,” from the most composed man she’d ever met.
And it boosted her ego to know that she made him lose his cool a little bit.
He pulled out to the tip and rammed back into her, knocking her hips
against the desk. She made an undignified noise and felt him laugh behind
her. Her fingers wrapped around the edge of the desk for stability. She knew
she’d need it.
His fingers dug into her hips, disregarding the ache of existing bruises
on her skin. His hips pistoned forward, harsh and de-ep. It occurred to
Caroline that she’d never had so many bruises at one time before. But that
she didn’t mind. She liked the way they looked in the mirror. Like
fingerprints marking her as Luca’s. He sped up his pace, and she tried to
suppress the mo-an that rose from her diaphragm, but it was a losing battle.
“Good girl,” he whispered huskily, nipping at the shell of her ear.
“mo-an for me, kitten.”
So she did. Her hips would be bruised from his iron grip and from the
edge of the desk, but she didn’t care. His mouth traveled over the backs of
her shoulders to bite her, then soothe the area with swirls of his tongue and
sweet kis-ses.
Caroline pushed her hips back with each thrust. The feeling of him
inside her was intoxicating. The drag was so delicious. The sound of skinslapping against skin was so disgustingly beautiful.
A particularly hardthrust had her jaw clacking together to pinch the inside of her cheek. Shetasted blood. As good as this felt, it wasn’t the solution she needed. She wa-sstill dealing with the mafia. And if Luca had a moral compas-sand a mighty
fine di-ck, that was all well and good for him, and for her in this moment.
But she pa-ssed the exit sign for whatever this was long ago and there wasno way out. The danger was addicting, and that was a danger in itself.
She whined when his thrusts lost their tempo and became erratic. Shewas close. So was he.
He whispered incomprehensible curses into the curveof her neck. His hand circled around to rub harsh circles over her clit andthat was all it took. She bit her li-p to keep from screaming as the wave ofher orgasm hit her. He followed immediately, fu-cking her throu-ghit.
Gentle li-ps on her shoulder, on her cheek. “There’s my good girl.” Onlyhoney in his voice. Sweet wild clover honey. “You can clean yourself up,
yeah?”
She made an affirmative noise and heard him walk away to dispose ofthe condom, then leave the room.
Caroline let her cheek melt onto the desk. Her bones felt gelatinous. Herbody felt used and sore and exhausted in the best way. But her mind was far from quiet. She heard the door shut and still made no effort to move.
Loneliness wrapped its claws around her heart and squee-zed. She felt a
residual tear leak between her lashes and w-et her cheek on the desk.
Why did she feel this way? At some point she shifted from being Luca’s
captive to this nebulous grey area between benefits without friendship and
dedicated exclusivity. What did it mean when he had s-ex with her? Why did
he do it, really? She could feel something more than just lust in the way he
kis-sed her. The way he cared for her, carried her to the bath, soothed the
hurts he caused, the raw skin, the bruises. He didn’t have to cook her
favorite meals, buy her favorite coconut rum, or work silently while playing
with her hair while her head rested in his lap. If he only kept her around for
the s-ex, he wouldn’t treat her like a treasure, right?
She peeled herself off of the desk and tugged her clothes back on. Shesplashed some water on her face in the bathroom. He must love her. No
alternative made sense, but they both knew de-ep down that it wouldn’t endwell. How could it? He’d be caught in a lie and she’d be dead beforeanyone asked questions. She knew how the mafia worked. Or at least, sheknew the results—her body dumped in a river somewhere to be dissectedby minnows and algae.
Thinking about it wouldn’t help matters. She needed a distraction. Fooddidn’t sound appealing since she was pretty sure her internal organs hadbeen rearranged by Luca’s intensity. TV sounded boring. So did all the
historical biographies on Luca’s bookshelf. She wandered throu-ghtheliving room and stopped by the couch. Luca’s laptop. He’d been watchingthe security feeds from when her dad worked for the Morettis.
That wouldbe mind-numbingly monotonous. She sat down and pulled the computeronto her lap. It wasn’t locked, by some miracle, and the security footage
was already queued up. She opened the last one Luca had watched. A wideview of the Moretti’s very expensive pool. She hit ‘play.’
TBC