Luca you will be mine.., p.20
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       Luca - You Will Be Mine (Sicilian Mafia #2), p.20

           Jaimie Roberts
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  Luca leaned in to whisper. “This is the part where we kiss. May I kiss you, Mrs. Belatoni?”

  My heart fluttered at the thought. “Do you even need to ask?”

  He smiled, leaning in where he used those beautiful lips to capture mine. Everyone cheered and clapped, but all I could think about was Luca. He was all mine, and nothing else in this world mattered.

  “Ahem,” a voice next to us uttered. “Save that for later,” Alessandro joked.

  I pulled away, blushing, but Luca held me tight. “You have to hide me, amore mio.”

  On instinct, I looked down and a burst of laughter came from Alessandro, Tony, and my girls. I smiled cheekily. “Well, there is certainly a lot to hide.”

  More laughter was heard, and Luca leaned in to whisper in my ear. “You are certainly getting it later, Mrs. Belatoni.”

  Lust filled my insides. I just wanted to rip that suit off him and ride him until the sun came up. “Oh, I’m counting on it,” I whispered back.

  “Do we have to have a reception?” Luca asked.

  “Yes!” everyone shouted, making me laugh.

  Luca shrugged his shoulders. “It was worth a try.”

  After we said our thanks to the priest, I was led back upstairs where I found tables suddenly everywhere and an abundance of food spread across each one. It seemed to go on for miles. Luca ushered me towards the top end of the main table, and we sat down together, waiting for everyone else to do the same. Champagne was poured, and speeches were heard from both Giuseppe and Giovanni. I teared up a little when Giuseppe mentioned that Luca was always lost until he found me. That he had never seen him look so happy and full of life until I entered into his. At one point, I stared across at Sophia, and she was smiling in my direction. That right there was what made the icing on the cake for me. Sophia’s acceptance.

  We all ate until our bellies were full, and once all the tables were cleared, the music started. Everyone clapped and cheered, but soon, a big space was cleared for the first dance between me and Luca. “When a Man Loves a Woman” started playing, making me gasp. This was the song we danced to the night he had kept me prisoner in my tower.

  Luca offered me his hand. “Would you like to have this dance with me?”

  I smiled like an idiot at him. “I think that would be lovely. Thank you, kind sir.”

  Luca raised one sexy eyebrow at me as I placed my hand in his. He gently pulled me up, and soon, I was in his arms and swaying silently to the music. Everyone was watching us, but again, only Luca and I were present. He had this uncanny knack for doing that to me whenever he was around.

  “How are you feeling?” he whispered in my ear.

  I sighed, nuzzling my neck into his shoulder. “Like the luckiest woman alive.” And it was true. I did feel lucky. If I had to relive everything in my past again just to have that moment, I would. I just wanted it to last forever.

  “Amore mio, it is I who is lucky. Have I told you how beautiful you look? In fact, words could never express how beautiful you are.”

  “Always the charmer,” I sighed.

  “Are you ready for your honeymoon?”

  I pulled my head back to gaze into his smiling eyes. “Where are we going?”

  “It’s a surprise, but we leave tonight for three weeks.”

  My eyes widened. “But The Castle…”

  “Belinda will take care of The Castle. Everything has been and will be all under control. You’re coming away with me where we will do nothing but drink wine,” he kissed my lips, “drink in the sun,” he kissed my lips more hungrily, “and drink each other.”

  Mmm. That sounded heavenly. “But, what about your men?”

  “Some of them will be with us.”

  I rolled my eyes. “How romantic.”

  Luca stroked my cheek. “I know, but it is necessary to keep us safe. I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you.”

  I frowned, remembering a certain person who was still on the loose. “What about Antonio?”

  Luca sucked in a breath. “He is in America somewhere. My cousin is getting me information. I may have to go out there for a while, but not before I take you away and get reacquainted with you over and over again.”

  I smiled. “That sounds nice.”

  Luca smiled back. “Good. Now, let’s not talk of Antonio anymore. This is our wedding day, and I want to only think of my wife…” He looked down at me. “And her dress, which will be flowing down my legs as she fuck-loves me.”

  I closed my eyes, savouring the thought. “That sounds like heaven.”

  The song ended, and everyone clapped as the rest of them gathered to dance. I saw Luca look in the direction of my aunt. “Would you mind if I asked Trudy for a dance?”

  I smiled. “No. In fact, I would love for you to.”

  Luca nodded, and we both made our way to our family’s table. Luca took Trudy to the dance floor, and I made a purposeful effort to sit next to Sophia, who was watching me.

  At first, I didn’t know what to say, but then she beat me to it. “I’m glad you knocked that bitch to the floor. She had it coming to her.”

  I smiled with a nod. “Me, too. It was something I had been dreaming of doing ever since she tried to split Luca and me up. I’m glad to say that she failed miserably.”

  “You love my son,” she observed.

  “Of course,” I quickly answered. “I would never make a habit of marrying someone I didn’t love. For the first time in my life, I can finally say I’m happy. I didn’t think I needed love. In fact, I was prepared to spend the rest of my days working in The Castle. I realise now just how much I would have missed.” I looked down for a moment and inwardly cringed, remembering what I had confessed to her. “What I told you…”

  Sophia stopped me by placing a hand on mine. “Will remain in here.” She placed a hand on her chest.

  I let out a breath. “Thank you. It’s just… Well… I haven’t told a soul. No one knows except for me… And now you. If I told Luca…” I shook my head. “I can only imagine what he would do. It doesn’t bear thinking about.” As I said this, I looked up and saw Luca smiling in my direction. He saw that his mother had her hand on mine, so he was obviously happy. He mouthed the words, “Are you okay?” and I nodded with a smile.

  “Luca would want to do the right thing by you. The same way in which he did by me. I was once his world, but now that he is married, you have taken my place. It is the way of the world. This is the way it should be and the way it will be. My son will look after you, Clara … even if you are Irish.”

  I started laughing, and she joined in with me. “I’m glad I’m part of your family, Sophia.”

  She tapped my hand. “It’s Mama to you now.”

  I smiled. “Okay … Mama.”

  Luca returned, and we all sat round the table, chatting and laughing. It felt good to be a part of such a big family. I knew my girls would always be my family, but this just added the fuzzy warmth to it. As I told Sophia, being in love was never something I even thought about until I met Luca. He forced his way into my life, forced me to be with him, and eventually forced me to fall in love with him. I could hardly complain, though. Being in love with Luca was just about the best feeling in the world… Even if he was a domineering brute.

  As the night wore on, Luca and I cut our eight-tiered cake. The thing was huge, but it was absolutely beautiful. We each fed each other with a slice as the photographer took lots of photographs.

  When it was time to go, everyone rushed outside to throw confetti on top of us. Once I reached the car, I threw my bouquet, which Belinda caught. I smiled brightly towards her and winked at Tony. I was sure he would consider it a sign.

  Once all the kisses and cuddles were over, Luca and I got in the car together and held each other’s hands. “Where are we going?”

  Luca smiled. “To the airport.”

  My eyes widened. “What? Now? But my things…”

  “All packed and in the car. We’re t
aking the family’s private jet. You’ll love it…” He leaned in and nibbled my ear. “Especially the bedroom.”

  I shivered a little. “Can you at least tell me how long we’re going to be on the plane?”

  “We won’t land until late morning, early afternoon.”

  I regarded him for a moment. “It sounds as though we’re going to the other side of the world.”

  Luca kissed my hand. “Nothing but the best for you.”

  I smiled, snuggling into him as we made our way to the airport. Once there, we were quickly passed through security checks as a load of porters carried our luggage out to the plane. When I saw it, I gasped. I didn’t expect it to be as big as it was. “Wow! This is huge.”

  Luca smiled. “All my possessions are big.” He raised an eyebrow at me.

  I kissed him on the lips before whispering, “And I can’t wait to get reacquainted with one in particular.” I smiled, looking down towards his crotch before quickly moving towards the plane. Luca followed suit where he chased after me and smacked my bottom. I yelped and giggled, but I couldn’t seem to get up the stairs fast enough. The moment I got through the door, a stewardess greeted me and handed me a glass of champagne.

  “Congratulations, Mrs. Belatoni.”

  I smiled at her. “Thank you…” I looked at her name tag, “Ana.” I walked passed her and took in the luxury of the plane. It looked absolutely beautiful with cream leather sofas and lose-your-feet-in-it carpet. I actually couldn’t wait to take my shoes off and do just that. What surprised me was how big the plane was. I expected it to be a small jet, but this was nearly commercial size.

  “You like?” Luca whispered into my ear as he pressed his body into my back.

  “I love,” I whispered, thinking how much I needed him.

  He started kissing my neck. “You know, you’re not truly my wife until we reacquaint ourselves.”

  I felt the heat between my legs and spun around to face him. “Don’t you think we should remedy that soon?”

  Luca growled, kissed me, and turned to the stewardess. “No one disturbs us.”

  Ana smiled. “Yes, Mr. Belatoni.”

  I hid a laugh as Luca pulled me towards the back of the plane. He opened the door, pulled me in, and I barely had enough time to take in my surroundings before Luca pressed me up against the door and crashed his lips into mine. “Fuck, you taste so good. I’ve been dreaming of this moment for months now. I have to have you, but I must warn you, amore mio, the first time will be quick. Just watching you in this dress all night has given me a constant fucking hard-on.”

  I smiled as the heat travelled all the way through my body. Knowing just how turned on Luca was—over me—was turning me on.

  He pulled away, took my hand, and dragged me towards a chair. Luca sat down, undid his tie, and once settled, he wagged his finger at me. “Come here, my little temptress.”

  I didn’t need any encouragement. The way he sat there so casually with his legs open, beckoning me to come to him with his suit on was the sexiest sight I had ever seen.

  I straddled his lap, positioning myself on his crotch. I felt how hard he was for me, and the thought had my head spinning. Luca grabbed the back of my hair and pressed his lips to mine. We stayed like that, hungrily lapping each other up. I couldn’t seem to get enough of his taste, his smell, or the way his body felt pressed against mine.

  As we sat there kissing, the engine of the plane started, and soon, we were on the move, but Luca and I stayed as we were. The plane eventually lifted into the air as Luca grabbed a hold of my knickers and ripped them from my body. I cried out, desperate to undo his trousers.

  Luca trailed his hands up my legs and hissed once he saw my suspender belt and garter. “Fuck, amore mio. You’re going to be the death of me. That’s the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life.”

  I pressed my lips against his again, and Luca squeezed my thighs and pulled me against his crotch. As I kissed him, he pulled until I thought I was going to come. Shit, he was driving me crazy.

  I got my hand down his trousers, pulled his cock free, and raised my hips to sit on him. As I gently eased myself down, I cried out, and Luca sucked in a breath.

  “Fuck! You feel so tight.”

  I paused for a moment so that I could adjust to his size before slowly and steadily, setting a rhythm. Our breathing was laboured against each other’s mouths as I moved myself up and down, over and over again. As the bliss set in, I began to get faster, moaning as I went. “Luca,” I cried as my back arched. He started kissing my neck and my chest, squeezing my hips into him again and again.

  “I want you to have my babies, Clara. I want to fill you full of my babies.”

  I moaned out, “That’s good because I’m not on the pill.”

  Luca moaned. “Really?”

  I nodded, flexing my hips harder and faster. “Yes. I want you to come inside me, Luca. Fill me with your come.”

  “Fuck!” Luca hissed. “Baby, you better come for me soon, ‘cos I don’t think I can last long now. I want to come in you so bad.”

  With his words, I felt my orgasm rise. “It’s coming. I’m going to come.” I felt it rise throughout my body as I arched my back and gripped onto Luca’s neck with all my might. “Luca!” I screamed, as my orgasm virtually crippled me. I saw stars dancing in front of my eyes as the sparks shot through me.

  “Fuck, I’m going to come. I’m going to come so fucking hard!” And with a squeeze of my hips, Luca yanked me down on him. With a few more hard thrusts, he cried out his release.

  As I flopped on top of him, Luca wrapped his arms around me and held me there securely. All I could hear was our steady breathing as it calmed and the faint humming of the engines from the plane.

  “How long have you been off the pill?” He started stroking my hair, and I felt his hot breath at my neck.

  “Since before you came back to me. I was sick and distraught, and I didn’t know what was happening. The last thing on my mind was taking pills.” I pulled away to look at him. “You don’t mind?”

  Luca smiled and cupped my face. “Are you kidding me? Did you not feel how hard I came inside of you knowing you could get pregnant?” I started laughing, but he placed a hand on my belly. “Having our child growing inside of you would be the best feeling ever.”

  I felt my belly dance at the knowledge. “I think so, too.”

  Without a word, Luca picked me up, making me squeal. He carried me to the bed and lay me down. “As much as I love seeing you in this dress, I think it’s time I had you completely naked and underneath me. Are you ready for round two?”

  I felt him growing inside of me and my eyes widened at how quickly he could be ready. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

  We were into our third week of our honeymoon and due to go back the next day. I didn’t want to go home just yet. We were staying on our very own private island in Mauritius, and the views were simply breathtaking. The beaches were white, the sea was a clear, turquoise green, and it just felt like we were sitting on the edge of forever. And the best thing about it? Luca was right. All we did was drink wine, soak in the sun, and drink in each other. It was almost as if it were the very first time again. Our hands were constantly touching each other… Constantly seeking out reassurance that each of us was still there together. Being there just felt as though all our troubles, fears, and anxieties were a million miles away.

  And I never wanted it to end.

  We were lying on the beach after just having made love, and Luca was circling my belly with his hand. “Our baby could be in there,” he said with a smile.

  I snorted. “I wouldn’t be surprised. We must have had sex about seventy times since we’ve been here.”

  “Eighty-four,” Luca mused.

  My eyes widened. “What?”

  Luca leaned down to me and kissed my lips. “That was the eighty-forth time we’ve made love since we’ve been here.”

  “You’ve seriously counted?” He nodde
d. “Bloody hell, Luca.”

  He smiled, trailing his fingers delicately up and down from my hips to my thighs. “If you are pregnant, which number do you think it was?”

  I started laughing. “Hmm, let me think. I reckon it was last week when you dropped me on the table, threw my legs up on your shoulders, and fuck-loved me raw.”

  Luca gripped my hip and hummed next to me. “That would have been number sixty-nine.”

  Shit, he was actually counting.

  “Nice number,” I observed, with a cheeky grin. “Maybe that’s what we should call him or her.”

  Luca looked at me like I was nuts. “I’m not naming our child after an item on a Chinese menu.”

  I thought about that for a minute. “I wonder what a number sixty-nine would be.”

  “I don’t know. Maybe it would be Suc Mi Pork.”

  I laughed again. “What on earth is that?”

  He shrugged his shoulders. “Probably the chef’s special.” He looked at me with a raised eyebrow, causing us to burst out laughing together.

  “I don’t want to leave here. Can’t we stay a little longer?” I groaned. It took me a while to get into the holiday mode, but after about four or five days, I was well into it. Now, I was so laid back that the thought of being vertical gave me the chills.

  “If it were any other time, I would say yes, but I got a call from Nicoli this morning. He has some news on the whereabouts of Antonio. He’s apparently been hiding out in a cabin in Virginia. I will be leaving tomorrow.”

  My eyes widened. “Tomorrow? Am I coming with you?”

  Luca smiled. “I would love you to, but it’s too dangerous. I have already placed you in harm’s way. I don’t want to do that again. You can take the jet back to where Tony will meet you. I will fly out to Virginia from here.”

  I turned to face him more. “But, why do you have to go? Can’t someone else deal with him?”

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