Chapter 0005

LUCIANO

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I stared at the bathroom door for minutes and then at the red tissues lying on the floor.

Rose’s body had been rigid when I had cleaned her blood. The way I had dived into her, she had felt more pain than she had been letting on. How could I be so daft? I should have guessed by the shakiness and the stiffness in her body that she had never done this before.

The bathroom door opened with a clicking sound, and I straightened. Rose stepped out wearing a robe, her face pale and eyes puffy. She was both embarrassed and horrified. She had been crying.

I did not know what to do. I had never comforted a woman, nor had I apologised for anything.

She quickly folded her hands over her chest and stepped toward the bed, but remained at a safe distance from me as if that would protect her. I did not move because I did not intend to scare her either.

“How are you feeling?” I hated the look of shame on her beautiful face.

“Sore,” she said, her voice breaking.

“I got carried away,” I reasoned. “You’re older than eighteen, so I just assumed...”

Her lips thinned. “I should’ve told you.”

“It was wrong of me to assume you’ve had sex just because you aren’t eighteen.” I could not stop cursing myself at the back of my mind. “Why didn’t you tell me, though?”

She shrugged as if her virginity did not matter. It did matter to her, and it was written all over her face. It mattered to me, even though my reason was rather on the selfish side.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Rose?” The name made her take a sharp breath.

“I didn’t think it would matter.”

“Things like this always matter.”

“Why? So you could be all high and mighty about taking my virginity?”

My forehead creased into a frown. “I would’ve been careful not to hurt you. Trust me, taking your virginity doesn’t make me feel high and mighty.” I got down from the bed and moved to the window. “It’s also about preference.”

“Preference?” Her voice was laced with curiosity.

I turned to her and leaned my back on the window. She sat on the edge of the bed, far out of my grasp. There was something about her eyes that kept me at bay. Despite the completely embarrassing situation, I wanted her.

“I don’t have sex with virgins.”

She burst out laughing, and even though I felt tempted to join her, given the sound being soft and melodious, I could not, so I arched a brow at her and her laughter faded.

“Oh, you’re serious.” Seeing me nod, she questioned, “Why?”

“I just don’t.”

“Come on. There has to be something. Men like you usually prefer ruining innocence.”

She was not wrong. Many did. “I wanted my wife to be the first and last virgin I ever have.”

Her doe eyes rounded on me, and within seconds, the room filled with her laughter once again. This time, I clung to a smile. She threw her head back and held her stomach while shaking her head in disbelief.

“Yeah, go on. Laugh at the man whose ex is in one of these rooms, getting more action than he is.”

She snapped her mouth shut.

Saying Rose was beautiful was an understatement. She had a different spark in her eyes. Crossing a leg over the other, she rested her hands on her knees and began, “First of all, ew! I don’t want to imagine Bella and Adonis doing the devil’s tango. And also, I wasn’t laughing at your preference. I was merely bewildered.” She cleared her throat. “So, you want your wife to remain a virgin while you fuck around?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but she went on, “And what if the one you’re marrying isn’t a virgin? Do you stipulate some kind of settlement with the parents? Like, ‘if your daughter isn’t a virgin, I’ll return her, so kindly check the package before delivery’ sort of thing?”

The judgemental look on her face made my gut churn. From the tone of her voice, it was evident how unpleased she was with the thought of her possible marriage.

“Even if my wife isn’t a virgin, I won’t return her. What kind of man do you think I am?” She looked away. I sniggered. “This bothers you, doesn’t it? Getting married to a man you don’t know? You fear he would be the type of man you so-dearly described.”

There was a change in her eyes, a flicker of something quick to vanish. “Do I look like the type to just settle down and bear children for a man? I like to fight, go out on trips and make new friends. I wouldn’t be able to have any of that if I married.”

She had lost her virginity to me. What if her fiancé did not want her once he figured it out? Or got furious at her? This was the reality of our cruel world. She had been saving herself for him, but why was this bothering me?

“You’ll regret this evening when you wake up tomorrow,” I mumbled, pacing toward her. Hell, I did not want her to regret meeting me.

Her body loosened. “I won’t.”

“You will.” She parted her legs, and I wedged between them. Looking down at her, I whispered, “You’re only saying that now because you’re drunk.”

“Not enough to not know what I’m doing, De Luca,” she said, her eyes falling on my naked chest—at the Omerta tattoo, a branding of my own. “If you’re so worried, leave me nothing to regret.”

With those words, I lost it. She was not a virgin anymore, and not having sex with her would not change that.

I stepped back, unbuckled my trousers and dropped them along with my briefs. Her eyes zeroed at the sight of my length. The tinge of red marking her cheeks was enough to have my blood pumping.

I did not know how to deal with this without hurting her but I wanted her. She wanted me, too. We both were having a first at something.

I laid her on the bed, climbed on top of her and propped my weight on my elbow while slowly pushing her robe aside. She was naked underneath—a view I could watch all day. Her neck. The collarbones. The slope and the arch of her breasts. Her hourglass waist. Her pussy. Everything was perfect.

I trailed my fingers down her neck to her breasts, leaving her nerves tickling under my smooth touch. She closed her eyes and released a shaky breath, inclining her head for me.

“So soft,” I muttered, burying my face in the crook of her neck, sucking on her skin and pinching her nipple.

Wrapping her hands around my shoulder and looping her legs around my waist, she pulled my body closer. Her perky nipples rubbing against my chest sent shivers down my spine. Her body was smaller and so fragile compared to mine. I feared suffocating her under my weight.

“Are you imagining someone else with your eyes closed?”

She snapped her eyes open with a frown. Before she could argue, I kissed her, the feeling stronger than the prior ones we had had. Her lips had swollen. Her eyes remained on mine as I moved my hand down the mound of her sex between her folds and massaged her clit with my fingers. A soft moan leapt out of her lips and I smirked.

“I have been told I have magical hands,” I said, against her lips.

“And a magical tongue to compliment that.” She nibbled on my lower lip and ground her hips to the pressure of my fingers lapping at her wetness.

Dipping my hand lower, I stroked at her entrance and she immediately stiffened, a look of horror tainting her face. “It won’t hurt,” I said sincerely, and she tried to regain herself, at least as much as she could.

I pushed my finger in and her face slightly puckered with discomfort. My last douche attempt to fuck her had loosened her channel a bit, but it had not reduced the pain of the penetration. I licked the soft spot below her ear and started pumping. Her chest heaved. I bit into her collarbone as I added a second finger.

The sound of her moaning was music to the ears, our heartbeats in tune and our bodies sweaty. Our mixed scents wafted to my nose, and I inhaled.

“Do you take any kind of contraception?” I asked. Her face went blank, and she slowly shook her head.

Pulling my finger out, I got down from the bed, only to take the condom from the wallet in my slacks. Tearing it open, I sheathed my erection with the rubber while Rose watched with her big eyes, fascinated and scared at the same time.

Returning to my position between her legs, I placed the tip of my cock at her entrance and slowly slid in. Her hands around my shoulders tightened, and she tried to look down between our bodies.

I could not hold back and kept pushing in until I was fully inside her. Her walls clamped around me. I felt as if I could come right away.

“Does it hurt?” I asked.

She exhaled and answered, “It feels weird... full. I don’t know how to describe it.”

I laughed. “Let me know if it hurts, okay?”

With a nod from her, I started moving, pulling in and out of her as slowly as I could. She kept her eyes open and watched me as if she was trying to study me. With our gazes locked, noses brushing and lips just inches away, I increased my pace.

The emotions in her eyes were as clear as day. She was losing herself in the depths of desire and lust. Passion? Maybe it was yet to evade her, but for now, what we had was enough—a silent understanding and the perfect sync of our bodies.

Her core tightened and her toes curled as I angled myself inside her. I wanted her to feel what it was like to truly be overwhelmed by the need, to have every nerve in your body quaking at the rhythms. With each thrust, her body tugged upward on the mattress, and I cradled her shoulders to keep her in place.

“Luci—”

She could not complete it as I landed my lips on her, the pit of my stomach tightening. Her orgasm coursed through her as mine did through me with a few unrestrained thrusts.

I rested my head against hers while she rubbed my nape with her delicate fingers, our breaths fanning each other’s faces.

As much as I hated to admit it, I wanted this to happen again. Not fucking a virgin. But her. I could listen to her moans, make her tremble and worship her like a goddess every fucking day if it meant having her under me, looking at me as if I am not the monster people feared.

Like I was just a normal man who needed to feel understood and wanted.