03 - Mattia de Luca

Mattia de Luca

Cazzo di merda…

I glance at the girl next to me and only now remember when Giulia was home last holiday trying to convince her friend to join us. I glanced at her image then but didn't really take in her features.

Now, I'm shocked to realize that she's just a girl, not a woman who simply hasn't found the right person yet.

I'm such an idiot for not realizing that she was just a girl who probably wanted her first time to be magical.

I took her virginity with her facing away from me, and I wasn't gentle; instead, I was like a raging buffalo, thrilled to feel how tight she was. Now that Giulia has left, I’ve practically kidnapped my daughter's friend. I need to make amends with this girl for the terrible man I've been.

But as I sat her down in the car seat, she still smelled of me, I saw how she was craving my touch, and I nearly took her lips in mine again.

I need to think of what I can do to make amends with her. Who knows what this girl might think of this, she might see it as just a bet with her friends.

I drove the car, not paying attention to the traffic signs, and heard her breathing a bit accelerated. The little I looked at her, I saw she was lost in her thoughts and looking outside.

I can't deny that I am similarly trying to understand what happened in that library and, especially now, taking the girl from the party without explaining myself to my daughter.

I still need to think about what I will say to Giulia when she starts calling me. I take a deep breath and already see the entrance of the building where I bought an apartment for Giulia; I notice she seems nervous.

“Nervous, my dear?” I lay it on thick with the accent.

“I've just been kidnapped, how do you think I feel?” she turns to face me, her arms crossed over her chest.

I feel a stir of arousal just noticing that she was excited, her nipples hardened and her skin taking on a rosy hue that made her even more beautiful.

I refocus on driving; I cannot afford to be attracted to a girl, especially not my daughter's friend. I'm sure this could cause a lot of trouble. I shouldn't even consider having this girl again.

Giulia could get hurt, and especially Alessa.

Damn, even her name is beautiful. It doesn’t help that she has an exotic beauty, with that shade of blonde hair, grayish eyes, and a few freckles delicately dotting the bridge of her nose and her cheeks.

Her fingers are intertwined in front of her body, I can feel that she's nervous, especially with the beep sound as we pass each floor.

I turned towards her and observed her as she looked at me. I searched in her eyes for something that could keep me away from this girl, but she seemed as needy as I was at that moment.

I drop my shoes on the floor and move closer with a desire so palpable, almost touchable. I pin her body against the cold metal and do what I've been craving since the moment I saw her next to me.

The kiss, full of desire, shows what I truly want with her tonight. At this moment, the desire I feel and the reality that she is forbidden are not things I want to think about.

I feel her hands clasp the collar of my shirt, I passionately suck on her lower lip, and let my hands wander over her body while I long to feel her wrapped around me again.

The jolt of the elevator is enough to snap us back to reality. I give her a gentler kiss on the lips and notice how swollen they are with my desperate longing for them.

But what can I say? She has something that drove me even crazier than the moment I first saw her in front of the place where I foolishly took her. I held her hand and pulled her toward the apartment.

My head was so cluttered that I had no idea what to say, and from the look on her face, she was just as frightened as I was.

We entered the apartment and I let her explore the place while I headed to the bar and poured myself a twelve-year-old Scotch, the only bottle there since I had brought it over today.

“Why did you bring me here?” she asked, standing in the middle of the living room, as I turned around.

I downed the contents of the glass in one go, feeling the burn in my throat. Then, I refilled the glass and looked at the girl waiting for my response.

When I bought the apartment, it was fully furnished. I had requested three bedrooms, knowing that Giulia shared her dormitory with a friend, and I thought she might invite her to live together.

“You are here because I was harsh with you,” I said, taking a sip.

I extended my hand for her to sit in the armchair next to me, saw her face waver, and let her make her own decisions.

“There’s no need for redemption, Mr. De Luca, I’m fine,” she said, making a slight grimace and crossing her legs tightly.

“I don’t believe you. Why don't you sit so we can talk?” I said softly, trying to persuade her.

She took a deep breath, probably realizing she wouldn’t leave until we had our conversation. I watched her as she tried to pull the fabric to cover her beautiful legs.

“Shy, Miss?” Her eyes stayed fixed on her thighs, a blush coloring her cheeks.

“I shouldn't be here…”

I finish what's left in the glass and leave it on the floor. Getting up from the couch, I walk slowly over to where the girl is sitting, looking nervous.

“I won't hurt you,” I say as I sit down beside her.

“I do want to make it up to you. No woman deserves a first time like yours,” I say in a softer tone.

I lift her chin and wait for her eyes to meet mine; I need to know how she's feeling above all. I'm ashamed of how rough I was with her.

Alessa has a body that seems so vulnerable. I was an idiot to let her get involved with me like that, and I know she must be sore all over.

“Don't look at me like that,” she says indignantly.

“Like what?” I ask, suppressing a laugh.

I found her beautiful with her irritated demeanor.

“Like I'm some innocent girl who was seduced by an older man,” she says, this time I can't resist and let out a laugh.

“Quite the opposite, I was the one seduced!” I lean in closer to her face.

“What are you doing?” she whispers.

“Showing that I can be gentle…”

I capture her lips again, feeling her surrender as she wraps her arms around my neck.

“I accept your offer...”

That's all I needed, for her to say she accepts being mine again.