Riccardo (11 page)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

LORENA

Escaping Riccardo was my main aim, but as I headed for the door, I glanced over my shoulder to find him getting to his feet, still cupping his crown jewels. Fuck, I did not want to talk to him now. I hadn't planned on hurting him, but my Italian temper got the better of me. His silence infuriated me.

I wanted to run. I raced toward the front door, hoping he wouldn't catch up to me in time. I berated my sexy high heels in the process and almost removed them, but that would have stalled me even more. For a moment back there, I thought he was going to tell me what I needed to hear, but his empty expression had been too much. Feeling Riccardo's arms wrapped around me was a temptation like no other. But I reminded myself of his rejection and how it hit me hard.

What Riccardo did and what he said, or didn’t say, were two completely different things. He was the one who wanted me to go away, and then he probably fucked any woman he came in contact with. I'd seen him on many occasions around the club with several of the women, mainly whores. No matter how much I tried to push those thoughts from my mind, they always haunted me. With that thought, the guilt I felt for kneeing him quickly vanished.

“Stop! Wait, Lorena!” He inched closer to me.

In my panic, my hands shook as I fumbled with the door handle and locks. Riccardo’s heated body slammed into my back, pulling me up against him and he instinctively covered my mouth with his hand. He knew me too well as I tried to let out a huge scream for help. A waste of time I knew, but I had to try.

“Don’t even think about running away from me,” he growled into my ear, still with his hand over my mouth. He was pissed off.

My initial reaction was to retaliate. I tried to break free by biting his hand, pinching his arms and kicking his shins. But it was no use. He was too strong and had me in a firm grip. He lifted me like a sack of potatoes, throwing me over his shoulder and carried me back into the lounge area. I didn't give up. I tried to kick him, pummelling his back with hard punches.

“Put me down, you big idiot!” I yelled, refusing to give in to the sob sitting on my chest at his rejection. It was no use yelling or punching him. He must have a high pain tolerance, and if my father had anything to do with building this house, it meant the entire fucking thing was soundproof. But there was no way I was going down without a fight; my heart was too fragile not to fight for it.

Finally, he let me go, setting me down on the sofa. I was out of breath and so was he. Neither of us spoke. We just stared each other down, that was until his eyes ventured to my dress, which had ridden up to the top of my thighs.

“What the fuck did you knee me like that for?” he asked, panting. “You want me to fuck you, yet you try and damage the goods?” He pulled me to him and before I could say or do anything, his hand slipped between my thighs, massaging my heated flesh.

I gasped and stared straight into his eyes. Fighting him now was useless. I melted at his touch and he knew it. I noticed the change on his face as he moved his fingers, stroking my swollen core. What started in anger, ended in desire. The fierce look on Riccardo’s face had vanished, replaced with fevered lust and longing.

Why fight him when this is what I've wanted all along?
Maybe I could be satisfied with just wanting one night, one night of pure abandon. I knew it could never amount to anything else. As much as I wanted it to, my father would always be in the background. Riccardo would always choose the
famiglia
over me.

“You avoided me. You…I…” He broke off my response by tugging me down and smashing his lips against mine in a savage kiss.

“Let me explain, please,” he said, ending the kiss.

I shook my head. “No, I don't want to hear any more of your denials or rejections. I don't think I can take it anymore.” I pressed my lips to his, not wanting to hear another word. I really couldn’t listen to him saying we are forbidden and not meant to be. There was no way I wanted to listen to that broken record again. “I'm sorry about kneeing you, but you make my blood boil. I was angry because I found out you asked my father to put some distance between us,” I admitted. “You pushed me away at Matias’ birthday and told me nothing could ever happen between us because of my father, the
famiglia
and our age difference.” I was almost on the verge of tears thinking back to that day, but I held myself together. Only just.

“Lorena—” He tried to interrupt again, but I didn't allow him.

“No, let me speak, while I still have the nerve. I understand your position in the
famiglia
and your relationship with my father better than anyone. I sure don't want you and my father becoming enemies because of something we may do. The truth is, we want each other and we are inevitable. Every time we see one another, we go up in flames. I feel it and I know you feel it.”

If he denied his feelings for me again, I didn’t know what I'd do. I needed to stay level headed and calm. He didn't show any emotion. He sat there on the sofa next to me as cool as a cucumber, his hand still between my legs, like nothing ever affected him. The only time he lost it was that one time in the cellar. It was the first time I had ever seen a crack in his tough exterior.

“You avoiding me and not being present at the family dinner tonight is only making this harder,” I whispered. I took one more steadying breath, and then turned to face him. A gasp left me at the intense look in his eyes. For a brief moment, I was suspended in time. Pulling my head forward with his hand, he claimed my mouth with his. His tense body softened and I moaned into his mouth.

He stroked my lips with his tongue, and I instinctively opened for him, accepting him completely, not worrying about the consequences of what we were doing. My hands rested on his biceps and I felt him clench and unclench his bulging muscles. I was on fire for him. Any anger or revenge that I'd come here with had well and truly vanished.

He pulled away and stared at me, not speaking, but searching my face with his piercing gaze. Waiting for him to say something was like waiting for an eternity to pass. I knew deep in my heart that the words he would say next were going to change our future. All I wished for was this one night. If I could have nothing else, I'd have this one night without reserve and without the fear of my family’s reaction.

***

RICCARDO

My balls ached, not from her kneeing me but from wanting her. I had to be careful with what I was going to say next, because there would be no going back after what I was about to tell her. It would change everything.

“My denial is over. You're right. I want you. You want me, and I am going to possess you,” I muttered against her mouth. “You've always been mine. You belong to me and only me.”

I held onto her head as I tangled my fingers in her hair, and breathed against her mouth. “Fuck the consequences,” I said, kissing her. I felt her smile on my lips and she melted into me, climbing onto my lap. “I’m sick of fighting my feelings for you. I've tried to keep my distance, and yes, I demanded you were sent away for a while to try to help me overcome my fucking obsession with you. It was no use. The time apart only made me want you more. I've been a fucking Saint the last few months,” I admitted, resting my forehead against hers. “I've not touched or fucked another woman in months. I only want to fuck you.” I could tell she was stunned because Lorena was never one to be lost for words.

“Well, it’s about damn fucking time. After all these years of keeping me at arm’s length, you finally admit it.” She travelled her fingers up my chest, fiddling with my shirt buttons. “I’ve been dreaming about this moment for years.” She leaned up and kissed me, stroking her tongue along my mouth, and my body instantly hardened beneath hers. I couldn't give a shit about her being The Don's daughter. It was the farthest thing from my mind.

“Fuck, I've no idea how I've stayed away from you this long. The wait is over. I'm done running,” I groaned out, grabbing a chunk of her hair to pull her head back so I could kiss and suck at her slender throat. When I nipped at her pulse point, I felt her heat and knew she'd be dripping wet. I was desperate for her. To hell with Sebastiano and his rules. I was ready to take this to the next level. I would deal with the consequences later. “You sure you're ready for me?” I breathed heavily. I pushed my erection against her stomach, letting her know how ready I was for her.

I kissed her, grinding myself against her stomach again. I wanted to let her know I couldn’t get enough of her. “What I want is you, and that alone is dangerous. I will be going against everything I believe in with the
famiglia
,” I told her in a pained voice. Holding her face in my hands, I tilted her head to the side, and stroked her lips with my tongue. “I need to have you, Lorena. There is no other woman for me. I’m going to have you because the other choice I have is too damn hard. I want to be able to claim you whenever I want and however I want.” A growl of desperation left me. I was sick of waiting. From the moment I saw her tonight, I knew my denial was in jeopardy and the wait was over. I stared down at her for a brief moment, debating on what I should do with her first.

I was like a madman, tearing her dress off her like some kind of beast as I set her down in front of me. As she stood before me in only her heels, bra and G-string, I knew that I’d made the right decision. Lorena Morassi would finally be mine. It may kill me in the end, but being with her would be worth every drop of blood that I knew I would eventually shed.

***

LORENA

Reckless desire swarmed my senses and heat licked at my skin and core, despite the coolness in the air. My nipples were hard, and I knew they were poking through the thin material of my bra. My underwear was soaked from my desire, and my clit was swollen. If he so much as touched me between my legs while I stood before him, I’d fall apart at the seams. I’d had sex before, but the anticipation of having Riccardo’s pierced cock inside me made me feel like an inexperienced virgin. Even though I’d only ever had sex with one guy, I knew what men liked.

“I’ll try be gentle for our first time together, but then you need to keep up with my demands,” he groaned out. “Do you think you can cope?” All I could do was nod.

Oh, shit
. Just from the way he asked, I didn’t think I wouldn’t be able to cope with anything. His voice was unusually soft and low. I swallowed hard as he picked me up and set me down on the edge of his bed. I slowly lowered myself to the bed, and stared up at him. He held onto my chin, tilted my head back, and braced his other hand on the mattress as he leaned in close to my face.

We were so close, we breathed the same air for a second, and then he was kissing me again. “If I don't take you soon, I'm going to explode. I can't believe you’re finally going to be all mine.” He stroked my lips with his tongue, and moved his hand down my arms, over my stomach, and laid it over the crotch of my G-string. “I can't wait to fuck this.” He pulled at my bottom lip with his teeth at the same time he pushed aside the elastic of my underwear and grazed my clit with his thumb, making me tremble with heated desire. “No one is going to stop me from having you. No one.”

I could hear the challenge in his voice, but there was no way I was going to mention my father’s name. Not when his hand was literally down my pants. I barely managed to swallow and nod in agreement. I didn't want to engage in a heated conversation about it all over again. Although my father was a huge deterrent in all of this, we could address that later, not at this pinnacle moment when I was about to be with him for the first time.

“Just shut up and fuck me, Riccardo.” I reached behind me and undid my bra, letting it flutter to the floor. The look on his face was priceless. I loved that I gave him that look. It meant a lot knowing he was willing to risk everything to be with me. He was risking his position in the
famiglia
and his strong relationship with my father, as well as his life.

“My need for you is undeniable. Fuck! I can’t fight it any longer,” he admitted, stroking my clit again, bringing me closer to orgasm. “I need you, baby doll.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, close to exploding. Swallowing past my nerves, I clutched his shirt and ripped it open, sending buttons flying across the room.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asked, shocked at my action.

I smiled as I reached for the waistband of my G-string and slid them off, not breaking eye contact with him. Still not answering him, I faced him completely naked. I flicked my hair to one side, allowing it to cascade over my breast. “I'm ready, Capo. So ready, for you to come and fuck me.”

I ran my hands up his arms and over his chest, caressing his colourful tattoos. I inched my way down to his pants, grabbing his belt buckle. I heard his swift intake of breath but I didn't stop. Undoing the belt, I pushed his pants past his thighs, revealing his thick, pierced cock. “Don't you dare tell me to stop now or I'll be kneeing you again. Even harder this time.”

His lip quirked in a grin. I couldn't wait to touch him. He never allowed me to touch him in the cellar. I seductively and carefully wrapped my fingers around his length and piercings, working my hand up and down his shaft in a circular motion.

“Does that feel good? Or do you want me to stop? Just say the word and I'll stop. I'll leave and I won't bother you again,” I teased him with my words as I stroked him with my hands. If he backed out while I had his dick in my hand, and if he chose my father and the famiglia over me again, I'd be mortified. While he’d already said he’d chosen me, I needed to be absolutely sure. There would be no going back after this.