Devoted: A Dark Mafia Romance (Beneath The Mask Series Book 3)
Devoted: Chapter 24

I pull the blanket up under my neck and snuggle into Luca’s bed. It’s so much comfier than the one he gave me. Well, that’s what I tell myself. In reality, it smells of him. It makes me feel safe.

He’s still not home, and it’s been days now.

I miss him.

Some of his men pop in and make sure I’m okay and restock the fridge for me. They don’t speak to me, they don’t even really look at me.

I toss and turn with my eyes closed, trying to get some sleep. Hoping my brain doesn’t take me there. Back into my inner hell.

But my thoughts instead are filled with worry for Luca. What if something happened to him?

Fuck it.

I slide out of bed and throw on my black robe and head downstairs. I’ll sleep when he’s home, when I know he’s safe.

When I enter the kitchen, I head straight for the fancy coffee machine, grabbing Luca’s black BOSS mug, which makes me grin.

The machine buzzes to life, and I jump up on the counter beside it and watch the coffee pour.

“I hope that coffee is for me, tesoro.” His deep voice makes my heart flutter.

“Luca!”

I slide off the counter and run to him. He grins and spreads his arms out wide as I crash into him. Wrapping my arms around his muscular frame, he crushes me against his body.

“Did you miss me?” he whispers.

“No.”

I keep my head nuzzled into his chest so he can’t see my smile.

“Liar,” he chuckles. “Well, I fucking missed you, Rosa.”

I turn my head up to face him. His hands lower down my back until he cups my ass, his eyes searching mine.

I bite my lower lip. “I missed you, bossman.”

Right now he looks every part the mafia boss. The tailored black suit and black tie. Except, now I know him better, I can see the dark tinge under his eyes, the way his hair is tousled from when he runs his fingers through it when he’s stressed.

“Did you replace Maddie?”

He frowns and shakes his head. “No, but we’re close. We will bring her back. How have you been? Everything okay here?” He smiles, but it’s strained.

“I’m fine, just bored out of my mind. I’m missing our film nights. I met your mom, though, she is so cute. I love her.” My words tumble in a rush. I’m so happy he’s back, I feel like I need to catch up for lost time.

“I hear. She is very fond of you, too.” He strokes a lock of hair off of my cheek and tucks it behind my ear. The feather touch on my skin sends little sparks through me. “How are you sleeping?”

His concern sets the fire off inside of me.

“Good. Surprisingly.” It’s either the sexy books distracting me or his scent smothering me in his bed sheets that are keeping the nightmares at bay and unleashing something new within me.

He brings his hand to cup my cheek. “I’m proud of you.”

I nod, it’s all I can manage without bursting into tears. No one’s ever said that to me before.

His forehead rests against mine, our noses touching. Our heavy breathing fills the room. Something catches his attention behind me, he snakes an arm around and I follow his hand with my eyes as he snatches up the book from the counter.

My cheeks are burning as he licks his lips, bringing the book between us.

“What’s this about?” His eyebrows raise as he reads the back cover.

A wave of heat flashes up my cheeks. “Just a romance book. Sienna gave them to your mom for me.”

His chest rumbles. “Hmm. Is that what you call this–a romance book?” His tone is playful.

“Something to keep my mind busy,” I stammer. Embarrassment floods me, and I’m tempted to run away and hide in the bedroom.

He opens it to the center. His face goes through a range of expressions until his mouth forms a perfect ‘o’. I cover my face with my palm.

“Oh, well, Viktor is certainly keeping her busy here.” His voice is husky.

“Men in books tend to know how to do that.” I bite my lip.

He growls in response and I giggle.

“Trust me, there’s nothing they can do that I can’t.”

“And what would a book boyfriend do next, then, Mr. Russo?”

With that, he spins us around, and my back hits the cool wall. I part my lips to speak, but I’m at a loss for words.

He has a look of pure hunger as he rolls his bottom lip between his teeth.

Goosebumps erupt in the wake of his fingertips trailing down my exposed arm. I shift my hips in his hold, his hard erection pushing against my stomach.

He leans in, his lips grazing my earlobe.

“He would probably slide his fingers inside her to get her nice and wet, dripping all over his hand. At the same time, sucking on her big, beautiful breasts.”

He pulls his face away, his words leaving me breathless and needy.

“Then what?” It’s barely a whisper, I don’t recognize my own voice.

He looks deep in thought for a second before he gives me one of his playful smirks. The line of heat from his palm works its way up my arm until his thumb traces my chin and his fingers wrap behind my neck, tilting me to look directly in his deep green eyes as his voice lowers. “He would probably then hold her up by her throat, squeezing just enough to stop the air but not enough to pass out. Enough she could only focus on his thick, pierced cock pounding into her, hitting that sweet spot that has her trembling and panting, all while she’s fighting for air.”

“Jesus, Luca,” I pant out.

“And then, right before she’s about to explode, her legs trembling, her heart rate spiking, he would slide one of his soaking fingers into her asshole to set off her fireworks.”

I splutter on a cough and he chuckles.

“Wow.” I’m lost for words.

I’m almost orgasming from his filthy mouth. Unbelievable, a man who can get a woman off with words.

Never, ever in my life have I been so desperate for every single detail he described.

“I’m not quite done,” he growls.

I bite the inside of my lip. “You’re really going the whole distance with this. Carry on…”

He places his index finger over my mouth and my eyes go wide.

“He would take her to bed and lay her down, ripping every shred of clothing off of her and demand she grab the headboard. Once she does, he’d loosen his tie and roll up his sleeves, leaving her waiting in anticipation. She will be begging for more. Only then will he join her on the bed, grab her perfect ass in both hands to hold himself and lick her clean. Fucking her with his tongue, maybe even both holes. Until her hips are bucking against his face and he is smothered in her sweet juices.”

A whimper leaves my throat. What is happening to me?

“Jesus Christ, Luca,” I moan.

“Yes, she would probably moan just like that. But louder, she would be screaming my, I mean his, name until her lungs were burning. And then do you know what he’d do?”

I shake my head. All I can picture is my hands on the headboard.

“He’d pull her spent body into his arms and kiss her. One of those earth shattering, make you come on the spot kisses.”

His gaze locks on my lips, his pupils dilating making his eyes black.

“Show me,” I whisper.

I can see the conflict cross his features, so I smooth my fingers through his messy brown locks and pull him towards me, so his lips are barely brushing mine.

“Please. I want this. I need you.”

I tug him closer to me. “Everything. I want it all. With you. I’m ready.”

I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. To show me what it’s like to be owned, possessed, consumed in the best possible ways.

To unleash the woman beneath I know is there.

“Can I kiss you? I can’t stop replaying it in my head.”

I nod. Me neither.

“Words,Rosa. If we do this, we do this properly. I want to worship every inch of you. But it has to be completely on your terms. You are always in control.”

His face is serious, but my body is on fire.

“Luca, I want this. Shit, I want this so much. Please.”

I rise up on my tiptoes, my lips hovering over his, and whisper, “Be the first man to ever make me come.”

“Oh fuck,” he groans, his warm breath hitting my lips. “I need to get you upstairs.” With that he bends and scoops me into his arms, cuddling me into his chest as he takes us to his bedroom.

He lays me down onto the bed, softly stroking my face as he bends down and kisses me, running his hands through my hair. The mattress dips as he lays down next to me, and I turn onto my side to face him.

Nerves bubble under the surface. What if I’m not good enough? What if I’m too broken? And the last one worries me the most. What if he still can’t do it for me?

“Hey, are you sure about this?” His deep voice distracts me from my spinning mind.

I look at him, the hunger in his eyes, the concern in his voice, and I smile.

“I am. I’m just worried I’m not enough for you. I want all these things, I just don’t know if I’m really capable, I guess.”

I bow my head in shame. It’s my awful reality. I’ve never had the touch of a man, consensually.

“It’s you, Rosa. Just simply by existing, you are perfect. Even if you want to just lay here and let me worship your body for the night, we can do that. This is new for me too. What I do know is, anything with you will be everything.”

He traces his finger down the side of my face, and I suck in a breath. Just that light touch alone has me squeezing my legs together. He gives me the courage to lean forward and plant my lips against his.

“Let’s do this, Luca.” I grin up at him, and he grabs both sides of my face and crashes his lips over mine for an all-consuming kiss.

“Baby, this is only about you. I want to give you everything. I don’t need anything in return. I can wait. I will wait until you’re truly ready for me. Even if you have to cuff me to the bed. We can’t rush this.” He rolls on top of me, resting his weight onto his forearm, I wrap my legs around his waist. Visions of a naked Luca, cuffed to the bed letting me have my way with him have me soaking my panties.

“You need to have a safe word, Rosa. If anything is too much, you use it.”

His cock strains against his pants rubbing against my needy pussy, and I moan in response.

“Il Mio Tesoro, give me a word, please.”

I grin and say the first thing that pops into my head. A word that makes me feel safe.

“Treasure.”