I arch my back as Luca continued to thrust deeply inside me with an intense desire to possess me completely.
Muffling my gentle moans of delight with his mouth — relishing them as if they were the final sound he would ever experience.
As I glide my fingers through his hair, I sense the traces of the morning's perspiration enveloping his dark locks. I arch my hips, granting him complete entry to thrust deeply inside me.
Luca effortlessly captivates me with need. I am consumed by the desire to reach the peak of pleasure. Caressing his back, I hold him close by wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Luca… Please…" I beg.
He withdraws from me and turns me around. I gasp as he penetrates me from behind, thrusting vigorously, giving in to his primal desires.
He playfully strikes my ass, the sound resonating throughout the room and bouncing off the walls.
The slight sensation heightens my desire for release.
He gently slides his finger inside my anus, causing me to curve my back like a perfectly arched bridge and lift my head in ecstasy.
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Suddenly, I sit up in a pool of sweat. My body intensely longs for sexual fulfillment. Lying my head back down on my pillow, I gaze up at the ceiling, contemplating what the hell just happened.
Did I have a wet dream about Luca?
I wipe my hand over my face, and I exhale slowly through my nose.
'After one little kiss, you've gone ahead and fallen in love with the man…' My inner goddess snickers.
'Like hell.' I retort.
I pick up the phone on my bedside table, and there's a message.
Luca: Have dinner with me tonight. Luca.
Nessa: How did you get my number?
I patiently wait for his reply, hoping it won't be too long.
Luca: I'm very resourceful when I need to be.
Luca: Is that a yes to dinner?
Nessa: Sounds like something a stalker would do.
Nessa: And no to dinner
Luca: Did you dream of me, cara mia?
I sit up and look around my room with heated cheeks.
Did he?
No…
He couldn't know…
Vanessa: No. Oddly, you didn’t cross my mind one bit.
'LIAR, LIAR, YOUR PANTIES ARE WET…' My inner goddess taunts me.
I quickly get up and go to the kitchen to make myself a hot drink. Adding a large dose of coffee with an even larger dose of the good white pure powdered stuff.
Sugar.
My phone dings again.
Luca: All in good time, cara mia. I will be starring in all your dreams.
I stare at the message while touching my lips, and then sigh at the memory of my sinister dream, taking my coffee with me back to my room.
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I casually enter through the door a little past 6 pm. I'm exhausted and famished, and my feet feel like they're about to give out.
I swiftly slip into a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a relaxed-fitting t-shirt, then stroll back to the kitchen to prepare a quick sandwich and coffee.
It's all I can be half-assed doing right now.
So, please, don't judge me.
Not long after I take a seat, Chrissy walks through the door.
“Wow… Chrissy! Talk about a rough night.” I chuckle as I take a bite from my sandwich.
She looks like a ravished train wreck as she saunters towards me with a twinkle in her eye.
“Rough night… Hell yeah. Was he worth it? Gods, yes!"
She flicks her hair and snatches my coffee cup from the counter as she parks her butt on the stool next to me.
“Mm mm, coffee.” She takes a long sip as if her life depended on it.
“Nessa, Conrad is just… amaze balls!” She says dreamily with a goofy smile curling on her mouth.
“Nice one! You finally found yourself a man with balls that amaze you, huh?” I glance at her, arching a single brow.
“Yeah, amaze balls with the sexual appetite of a starved man. I don’t know how I managed to keep up with him… but I did, and he wants to see me again.” She grabs the other half of my sandwich and takes a bite, groaning with appreciation.
“It seems like the man has certainly forgotten to feed you in the process.” I laugh as she finishes off her sandwich, licking the tips of her fingers.
“Oh honey, he fed me, alright and I swallowed every inch he had to offer.” She does a little happy dance on the stool.
Slipping off the barstool, she kisses me on the forehead.
“I’m going to take a long hot soak in the tub before I crash out. Wake me up when you’ve ordered us dinner. It doesn't matter what you order, as long as it's eatable and can feed a small army. We’ll talk more later.” She says over her shoulder as she walks off with a bounce in her step.
I spend the next few hours reading my Care Bears creative writing projects. Most of them have some exotic tales to tell, and the others…
Well, to put it nicely, they lack creativity entirely.
Perhaps keeping a daily journal could assist in improving their writing and reading abilities as well.
I make a mental note to myself to pick up some more journals the next time I'm out and about.
A few hours later, we find ourselves sitting in front of the T.V. eating Chinese take-out with a large glass of wine. “
“So?” Chrissy begins to ask. “Please, tell me you at least got some action from the taxi driver?” She shoulder bumps me playfully.
I look at her, and my cheeks slowly turn red.
“You cheeky bitch!” She laughs hysterically. “You did, didn’t you? Well, come on… spill.”
I tell her how I got knocked off my feet when I met Luca and I go on to describe how godly he looks and the way my body reacts to him.
“He texted me this morning and asked me to have dinner with him.” I tuck my head into my chest and let out a small, frustrated growl. “I declined his offer.” I sigh as if I were denying a contracted marriage proposal.
“You text him back and tell him you’ve changed your mind first thing in the morning, do you hear me?” There’s a slight bite to her words.
We sit in silence for a brief moment, the sound of the T.V echoing in the background.
“I’m scared. ” I tell her honestly. “I'd rather not look at him and be reminded of my past that almost ruined me entirely after it ruined my family."
Placing my plate on the coffee table, I pour myself another glass of wine and casually lean back against the sofa, stealing a glance at Chrissy.
“You know you can’t keep running from the past, Nessa. It’s just not realistic. You’ve got to learn to face that part of your life and take charge of it, no matter how heart-wrenching it is. I’ve watched it internally eat you up for years. You seem to live half a life and that half remains in the past”.
Leaning in closer and laying her head on my shoulder, she continues.
“Maybe you should go out and have dinner with this Luca guy. He doesn't sound like the type of man that takes no for an answer lightly. He seems more like the Alpha male type; demanding and always in control. And honestly, that’s just the type of man you need, hon.”
I take another sip of my wine and let her words sink in.
“I don’t need a man,” I mumble, defensively.
“Yeah, you do, babe. You also deserve to be happy too, you know?” She looks at me with affection riddled eyes.
Sighing, “I do. You have this irritating habit of reminding me daily.” I smile back at her as I lean back, thinking about Luca.
Can a man like him grow to love someone like me?
We are from different worlds and I doubt we will have anything in common.
Or,
Does it really only happen in fairy tale stories?
Friday is finally here, and it couldn't have come soon enough.I can see why Chrissy pushes me to get a life. I'm young, and I feel like I live my life on repeat.I wake up, go to work, come home, and sleep.I'm surprised I haven’t fallen down the rabbits' hole into a state of depression. Maybe that's why I’m so reluctant to agree to go on a date with Luca.I mean, look at me, what do I have to offer a man like him?I'm a broken mess, and I refuse to let an Italian-God try to fix me. Occasionally, I wonder to myself if I'll ever be ready to let a man into my life wholeheartedly.Argh!Why do I do this to myself?Why do I feel like I'm not worthy or undeserving of love or being loved?When will I stand up and scream.“THIS IS ME, and I'M BLOODY AWESOME?”If I can’t learn to accept myself with all my flaws, how can I depend on someone else to love me unconditionally?I'm seriously going to end up like a crazy cat lady with a house full of strays instead of grandchildren.I shiver at t
We step outside the house, and Lucas' hand is on the small of my back. He ushers me towards a big black SUV with tinted windows pulled up along the sidewalk. “A bit beastly, isn’t it?” I stop and stare in awe. “What can I say? I like my space and privacy.” The driver opens the door. He is middle-aged and very well-built. “Vanessa, this is Callum.” Luca introduces me to his driver. “Ms. Maddison, it was a pleasure to meet you.” Callum greets me, dipping his head with a slight smirk on his face. “Likewise, Callum.” I smile back at him. We get in the car, and it looks more spacious than what I would have imagined from the outside. “Privacy to do what?” I ask suspiciously. “Well, cara mio, I don’t tend to kiss and tell. But if you want to know, I have a few saucy stories I could share with you. They may even inspire you to let your hair down a bit.” My cheeks turn crimson red, and suddenly, I feel like a prude. “I’ll pass, thanks! Some stories are made to be kept a sec
As the next few days drift by. Luca has continued to woo me with flowers and cards that have endless sexual gestures written inside them. I've done nothing but think of those sexual gestures he's managed to imprint on my mind. So, I guess it’s safe to say… He was right! He has somehow managed to squirm himself into my life and take on the leading role in most of my dreams. Tonight, Chrissy has gone to great lengths to secure us reservations at the new Greek restaurant uptown. I'm excited to see both her and Conrad. I love knowing that she is being taken care of. But, I love having the house to myself more. As I enter the kitchen, I find myself drawn to the elegant display of various glass vases filled with a variety of flowers neatly arranged on the countertop. My mouth has been doing this weird thing where it slopes up into a cheesy grin. And every so often. I want to slap myself silly, knowing how foolish I look. I sent Luca a quick text to thank him. Vanessa: Love the
Luca nods and gently shifts me back onto the seat. He fixes his shirt, exits the car, and whispers something into Callums' ear before helping me out of the ‘Beast’. I look at Callum, whose face is as passive as always.“Thank you, Callum." I say with a smile. “Miss. Maddison, it's a pleasure as always. Have a good night.” I nod at his response and feel Lucas' hand rest on the small of my back. I look up at Luca as we approach the house. “What did you say to Callum?” I ask. “I told him that I won’t be needing him for a few hours, so he was free to do as he pleases.” We reach the top step, I pull out the keys and open the door. “After you, sir.” I whisper as I hold the door open for him. “Would you like something to drink?” I ask as I close the door behind me. “Not thirsty, more famished, tesoro.” I feel the heat of his body behind me. I lean into him and feel his warmth envelop me. “I want you to take me to your room, Vanessa.” His breath tickles my neck before he takes my ear
Luca slowly climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs, and gently presses his lips against mine. He enters me with a gentle pace, and I can sense myself gradually accommodating the thickness of his girth. His tender kisses trace a path from my face to my neck, where he lingers, enveloping me completely. “You feel so good, tesoro. It’s like you were molded to fit me.” He withdraws from me at a leisurely pace, only to thrust back inside with increased intensity, causing a delightful surge of fulfillment to radiate through my core. “So… Good…" He pants. His thrusts are met with more urgency against my sex, bringing me closer to another mind-blowing orgasm of the century. I ground down on his cock, slowly circling my pelvic against him. Building the right friction to bring me over the edge. He shifts and positions himself differently, reaching my G-spot. His next thrust becomes my undoing. I claw my nails down his back and wrap my legs tightly around his waist, c
The morning starts off quite slow as I feel mentally and emotionally drained after last nights episode of Beauty and the Beast. First off, we had a school assembly that was held in the school auditorium. Then, we had to get the kids' files set up with their workbooks to show off their amazing progress for the year. Lunchtime comes around, and I've been requested to see the new headmaster, so I make my way there the moment I'm free to do so. I knocked on the door… “Come in.” A masculine voice commands. I walk into the office, and I'm greeted by a handsome man seated behind a large oak desk. “You requested to see me?” I stand in front of the desk with my hands clasped in front of me. “Talofa, you must be Vanessa?” The new headmaster says as he stands and offers me his hand. “Yes, that's correct.” I smile at him and place my hand in his. “Great, my name's Faiga Sanele.” He winks as he shakes our hands. “Please, sit.” He offers. I take a seat in the wooden chair stationed in
The afternoon fly’s by, and before I knew it, I was having one on one parent-teacher interviews.I loved telling each of my Care Bears parents how extremely well they were doing and how proud they should be of their childs progress.I also introduced my idea of the kids taking home a journal every night to help them with their creativity.I explained to the parents and students that they could write whatever they wanted and decorate their entries however they pleased.It wasn’t a competition, I know some of my Care Bears are here strictly on scholarships. I also informed them that they could always come to class and use the art supplies they had available at their group tables before the first warning bell.The evening seemed to be going smoothly until my last interview.Mr. Thomas Day was Ryder’s stepfather, and he wasn’t a pleasant man to deal with on any occasion.“Is this you spying on us parents?” He practically spat in my face as I mentioned the journal to him.“No, sir, not at a
Cullum drops us off in front of a small, intimate Indian restaurant uptown. The sweet aromas of mixed earthy spices drift in the air, hitting your nostrils instantly the moment the elevator doors open. If I had to use one word to describe the restaurant as we step into the foyer from the elevator, it would be exotic. Dim lights cast shadows off the dark, rich coloured walls, and beautiful candles flutter with light. Music quietly plays in the background as a lady sings about heartbreak. We're seated next to a glass window looking over the city. I happen to look up and admire the black night skies shimmering with stars. They look like little crystals scattered through a black ocean. It holds me hostage for all its beauty on display. I can’t make sense of how the simplicity of the two can be so mesmerising. “It's enchanting, isn't it?” Luca says, breaking my train of thought. “Yes, it truly is.” I smile. He looks out the window, gazing towards the sky. “It’s the little th
Nine months later…Alessandro's POVI am driving like a madman through traffic. Missing vehicles by the skin of my teeth as I fly down the interstate. I am on my way to the hospital.Merda...I should have arrived an hour ago. Zoe is going to murder me, and I would rather she does it after the birth of our twin sons. I would like to at least give them the opportunity to meet me, even if I am a walking corpse.Si, that's right, guys. I Alessandro Russo knocked Zoe Henningson the fuck-up..*** Thirty Five Weeks Earlier.“Super sperm. I fucking swear to the Gods you have super sperm.” My beautiful, angry, kitten came storming through the door of my office. “Cara mia?” I looked at her with wide eyes that were filled with confusion.I rose from behind my desk and walked over to the door, which I then closed. She swung around and hurled something at me; it landed on my chest and bounced across the floor twice. With an arched brow, I gazed at her, questioning if she had lost her damn mind
I buck my hips against his mouth. Getting as much friction I can get as he lightly sucks on my clit. I throw my head back moaning. I know I won't last long. It's been over three years since he last touched me. Three years since ANY man has touched me. Tension pools in the pit of my stomach. I clutch my fingers through his hair, firmly gripping the roots and push his head deeper inside me. Alessandro starts to flick his tongue as he slides two thick fingers inside me, and I arch my back in pleasure. He wildly starts to drive his fingers in and out of my needy body, flicking his tongue faster, and mumbling in Italian. My walls start to clench around his fingers with pure greed, sucking the dear life out of them. I know he can sense how close I am because he swipes his tongue slowly across my sex, making me cum long and hard. I ride out my orgasm. Continuing to grind against his face. When my body begins to shudder, I unhook my leg from around his shoulder. “Stand, Alessandro.” I com
Three years later… I arrived back in Auckland two days ago. I’ve spent the last three and a half years in hiding. Every three months, I was moved to another location in another city. Every city meant a new identity was created for me. It eventually became challenging for me to remember who I was and what my backstory was at the beginning. But I gradually learned how to adapt to my new life and accept it. It took just over three years for the Italian legal team to get every member of the La Cosa Nostra Mafia rounded up and prosecuted. Gio had enough information saved on his laptop and files in a hidden safe to have them all incarcerated for a few life times. In the end, the Venturi’s managed to take them down from their graves, and their names will go down in the history books. They cleaned up the streets, making it safe for school kids to wander to school on their own.I gaze up from the side walk of the building where Lucas penthouse still stands. I'm trying to find the courage to
It's been three long and excruciating weeks since I ordered Luca to leave my life. And he did. He packed everything up and flew back to Italy, taking my Rosalia with him. The thing that hurt and still hurts the most is that I never got the chance to say goodbye to her. I only had Rosalia in my life for a short time before she was taken away from me once again. I haven’t heard from any of them. Not a single phone call, text, email, or even a postcard to tell me they’re okay. I only recently learned of their departure when Roman had called me and asked me to meet him at his office. ***“Nessa, how are you?” He asked as I walked through his office door.“I’m healing slowly, but I’m getting there.”“You’re looking a lot better from the last time I saw you.” I had caught a glimpse of a smile on his face. “I asked you here today because there are a few things that I need to discuss with you regarding my firm.” He said as he pulled out a contract from the top drawer of his desk. “This...”
Lucas POVI walk out of the house and jump into my Audi. Vanessa refuses to see me again. “Cazzo!” I yell as I bang my hands against the steering wheel. I just finished telling her I can’t fucking live without her, and she’s the best thing that's ever happened to me. Yet, she still dismisses me like I'm nothing to her. We just lost our baby. The baby I was secretly rejoicing in. We were going to be a famiglia, damn it, a fucking famiglia. She was going to bear my name and my children. My life was going to be complete and fucking incredible. I was planning on spending the rest of my life making her the happiest woman to ever grace the planet. But that has been viciously ripped away from me. The mob had gotten a hold of Mikal and paid him a pretty penny to turn my world upside down. That fucker is lucky he’s already dead because if I had gotten my hands on him, he would’ve died a long and slow death. Even that is generous on my behalf. The mob will pay. The arse hole who ordered the
Rosalia shows up twenty minutes later with her hair pulled up into a messy bun. She’s dressed in an Adidas tracksuit, and she looks so much like her mum. It almost causes my heart to skip a beat. “Is everything okay, Aunt Nessa?” Her face is full of concern as she approaches me.She sits be side me, I reach forward and place her hand in mine, resting them on my knees as I stare at our joined hands.“You know, I love you, right?” I try my best to keep my voice leveled.“Si. I love you too.” Her beautiful eyes are filled with confusion as her brows knit together.I bring her hand up to my lips and place a gentle kiss on the back of her hand. “This decision has no impact on us whatsoever.” I want to reassure her. “But for me to move on, I can’t be with your uncle no more.” I let go of her hand and quickly place the ring box in her palm. “I need you to do this one favor for me and return this to Luca.” Tears prick my eyes, and I rapidly blink, urging them away.I know this is such a cowar
I wake up to someone persistently knocking on the front door. Rolling over, I slowly ease myself into a sitting position on the bed. Being mindful to keep the screams of agony suppressed. Running my fingers through my tangled hair, I look up when Conrad walks in with a shadow close behind him.“Hey, Nessa.” He looks at me apologetically. “Detective Reeves is here to see you.” He steps aside, and a middle-aged female steps forward. “Hello, Vanessa. I’m detective Amanda Reeves.” She thrusts her hand forward, and I shake it. “Look, I know this isn’t an appropriate time in the morning to do this… But I would appreciate it if I could have your co-operation so we can get this case cleared.” She says as her eyes scan the room.Amanda Reeves looks to be in her mid-thirties. She looks a lot like Cameron Diaz with brown eyes, but when the light hits them, and you look close enough, there are bits of green and orange embedded deep within the irises.Her eyes are stunning. She has urban black hai
Two hours later, we are back at the house where I have joyfully popped a few painkillers. Conrad had set up our beds, turning the living room into a bedroom. Conrad said it was better we all slept in one room so they both could keep an eye on me. But deep down, I know he was trying to keep me from going back into the room where the assault took place. He is such a sweetheart. Carlos also tried his last hand at convincing me to change my mind and remain in my hospital bed. I lied to him and told him that I would be staying with Luca. So if anything happened, I would be in good hands. He still didn’t look pleased or convinced in the slightest when he handed me the discharge forms to sign. He gave me a few words of advice and informed Chrissy that if she felt that Luca wasn’t meeting her standards in taking super extra care of me to call him at any time. Day or night. I eventually forced his stubborn ass to hug me and thanked him for not letting me die the moment I handed the clipboa
“You got that right.” I wink at her. “How did you get here?” I ask with curiosity.“I had my driver drop me off. Uncle Luca said to tell you that he will be here as soon as he can. He is meeting with the detectives and his lawyer.” She looks at the door and then back at me.“Why is he meeting with the detectives? He wasn’t there.” I scowl, looking at everyone confused. “We have all been interviewed. But I assume Luca is trying to hold them off from coming to see you so soon.” Carlos says as he scratches the back of his head.Rosalia turns around at the sound of his voice. Carlos gazes at Rosalia and flashes her with one of his jaw-dropping smiles. Her head snaps back in my direction, and her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. I watch her as she tucks her loose hair behind her ear, and when I look back at Carlos, he remains staring at the back of her head. I casually flick my eyes between the two and realise the air has become thick with wonderment. Conrad clears his throat, interrup