"Easy." He chuckles, helping me slide his pants off, before doing the same with my jeans. I wrap my hands around his length, stroking him slowly.
"Fuck! Just like that. God..." Eyes closed, mouth agape, Marcello is lost to the sensation. Enjoying the sight of him in the throes of passion, I take it a step further. I hop off the desk and to my knees. My face is on the same level with his arousal, and I stick out my tongue, circling the crown. His sudden intake of breath tells me I'm doing this right, so I continue to lap at him, focusing on the underside where he seems to be the most sensitive. I look up, watching his face for cues. His brows are drawn together, his hands in my hair. I wrap my lips around the shaft, sucking him in.
"Fucking hell, Lina! You're fucking killing me." His voice is harsh, and it's only spurring me on. I bob my head up and down his length, taking as much as I can. "Yes! Take me deeper. Your mouth is fucking heaven." He grits out, thrusting into my mouth and hitting the back of my throat. "Fuck, I'm coming!" He makes to move, but I wrap my hands around him, working him up and down until he empties himself down my throat.
"Shit! Are you..." I lick my lips, showing him I didn't mind any of it. In fact, it might have been the most erotic thing in my life – having him at my mercy like that.
"Damn, you're really killing me here, Lina." I lift my eyebrows in confusion, raising up to my feet and turning so I'm facing the desk. Propping myself on my elbows I stick my butt at him, and mustering all my courage, I say the phrase I'd been too ashamed to say before.
"Fuck me, please." He groans loudly, my words having the desired effect. But he does nothing.
"Lina... are you sure? This is..." He trails off, pain radiating from his voice.
"Yes. Please." I want this. No, I need this to finally close that horrible chapter of my life. I need him to take me from behind and erase all memories of that night.
He's still hesitating, and when I'm about to say something, I feel his mouth trailing kisses on my spine and down. He reaches at my butt, his tongue sneaking between my cheeks.
"Oh," I squirm, the sensation new but not at all unpleasant. The flicks of his tongue make me grab onto the edge of the desk. My moans intensify as he moves lower, latching onto my nub and sucking.
"Mar..." I start, but I'm shocked shut when he inserts one finger between my cheeks, his tongue still playing with me. The movements are slow yet tantalizing as the finger moves in and out. My pleasure mounts until I'm screaming his name at the top of my lungs. Lord, I never thought I'd ever lose myself like this. But with Marcello...
Even my train of thought stops as he suddenly enters me, his length long and thick and stretching me. His hands are on each side of my hips as he pumps in and out. I gasp when he hits a spot deep within, and I tilt my butt to meet his pelvis. The thrusts start slow, but soon he's increasing the pace and driving me over the edge.
"Lina," He moans, filling me to my very soul. "I fucking love you. Adore you. Worship you." He pants, switching to Italian. "Cara mia, ti amo, ti adoro, ti venero." The sounds excite me even further and I clench around him, feeling my orgasm nearing. I reach back, touching his hipbone and urging him to go faster.
"Fuck!" He shouts, spilling himself inside of me just as I come. He falls limply over me, hugging me from behind and kissing my shoulder.
"You're everything to me. You know that don't you?" He speaks against my skin, the warm air making me shiver. I crane my neck, bringing his head in the crook of my shoulder so I can touch my lips to his. "I love you too, marito." I whisper, using the word for husband, claiming him as my own.
We stay like that for a while, him still inside of me, his skin yielding heat on my own, his arms wrapped around mine. Until his phone rings.
"Fuck!" He mutters, reluctantly tearing himself from my side.
"Yes?" Marcello answers the phone, and I turn around, watching him. He frowns, narrowing his eyes at whatever the speaker's saying.
"Anyone injured?" What? I straighten myself, now curious.
"I see." He says, pursing his lips. He hangs up, throwing his phone on the desk before addressing me.
"It was your brother. There was a fire at Sacre Coeur."
"And?" I'm suddenly alert.
"Your sister-in-law is dead."
Epilogue
TEN YEARS LATER
Christmas Eve
"THE STEAK MIGHT NOT be ready on time." Lina leans in to whisper. My eyes widen in horror.
"You realize we have a bunch of dangerous, hungry people in that room, don't you?"
She purses her lips. "I can't just magically get it done. Everyone wants it differently. Enzo wants it medium rare; Adrian wants it well-done, and Bianca wants it rare. I'm not even going to think about that, but she specifically asked for a bloody steak."
"And we don't want to make her angry." I agree.
"And you also need to tell them to behave themselves. No talk about killing anyone, or drugs, or any other thing that you guys do. You know Claudia's bringing her boyfriend over. We don't want to scare him off." Lina jabs her finger in my arm, her expression serious.
"Of course. They will behave." I nod, even though I doubt it. I give her a smooch to distract her before heading back to the dining room.
Enzo and his wife are sitting on one side, while Adrian and Bianca are on the other. They seem to be engaged in a heated discussion. As I step closer, I cringe at what I hear.
"No, I don't think so. I bet you my daughter is a better shot than your son." She stands up, planting her palms on the table. "Let's have a contest." She removes two pistols from her back and throws them in front of Enzo.
"Woo." I put my hands up. "I thought I said no weapons." Adrian shoots me a look and shakes his head. Yeah, it's not as if I believed Bianca would ever come without a gun on her.
"You." She points at me. "You'll be the judge. Diana against Lucca for the best shooter. I trained that girl myself, there's no way his son can beat her." She says smugly.
"Bianca," I start, going into full conciliatory mode. "She's ten. She shouldn't be handling any guns."
"You're just jealous." She huffs out a breath, crossing her arms over her chest.
"And you, stop taking her bait." I address Enzo.
"I'm not baiting anyone. I'm just extolling the extraordinary qualities of my daughter. Far superior to his son's." She says, seeming entirely sure of her statement. Adrian groans out loud, and leans in to whisper something in her ear.
"My daughter would never!" Bianca exclaims, scandalized. She turns back to Enzo. "Diana would never have a crush on your son." Everyone is having a chuckle at that statement. Bianca is the only one put off by the notion. I too agree that Diana seems to have a crush on Lucca. She's always following him around. And he doesn't seem to mind it too much.
"What, you wouldn't like to have Enzo as your in-law?" I ask jokingly, but her expression tells me I should drop the subject. Especially when she wraps her hand around one pistol.
"Right," I take a deep breath and change the subject. "Claudia's bringing her boyfriend home for the first time. I'd like you all to behave. Especially you, Bianca."