Page 24 of A Debt to Pay
“When did you put that there?”
Popping the top off, I pour copious amounts down her crack and rub it on my shaft. “It’s always been there. Just in case.” I push the head of my dick against her hole, pressing the head in as she whimpers, loving the stretch it gives. “I’m staying here. You press back as your body is ready. Once you’re pressed against me, I’m going to fuck you and even though you don’t want to, you’ll love it.”
What might as well be centuries later, she’s adjusted to the intrusion and rocks back and forth as I watch my cock stretch her when it disappears deep inside her ass. My hand caresses up her spine, giving her goosebumps until I reach under her hair and yank her up against me, our bodies pressed together.
I immediately notice her necklace glimmering in the light and hold the crucifix between my fingers. “What do you think God would say right now? Would he call us sinners or would he say it’s okay that I fuck your ass because it’s not real sex? At least that’s what that dumbass boyfriend said. You let a man who wasn’t going to be your husband fuck one of your holes. That’s my job. I’ll forgive you Luci, but I have to make sure all your holes have been filled by me and can only be pleased by my touch.”
I rock in and out of her, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Fuck, that’s alluring. I need to see that face as much as possible. All of a sudden I know what’s happening as she comes again, drenching the floor, and I’m not that far behind her, dumping everything I have inside her ass.
I’m shoved back into my intoxicated state once my post-nut clarity sets in. I hover over Luci, my cock spent as she looks back at me with green flooding in her eyes. “Everything about you is mine, remember that. Your body, your mind, your orgasms. All mine.” I see the moment of clarity on her face, processing the words I told her as tears brim her eyes. I’m too drunk to handlethis. Instead of comforting her, I roll over, facing away from her, and pass out before I have another second to think about it.
There are two things I realize when I wake up in the morning. One, how hungover I am, and two, that Luci isn’t in bed with me. I scan the room and notice that she’s asleep on the chair I sat in the night before.
Fuck.
She’s so disgusted by me that she can’t sleep in the same bed as me. I slowly get out of bed and text Domenico to open the door, knowing I’d be fucked if I had to risk seeing her predominantly green eyes when she woke up.
Chapter 23
Luci
20 Days Until The Wedding
This morning I pretended to be asleep on the chair when Alessandro woke up, opening my eyes cautiously when I heard the door click shut. Last night was a mistake. No matter how hard I try, I cannot deny my body’s shameful attraction to him. He was right though, I was dreaming of Elio. I haven’t dreamed about him in years, and normally when I do, it’s about the day he broke up with me. Elio’s reasoning was intensely specific. I vividly remember what he said word for word like it was yesterday.
I snuck out for the second night in a row to see the boy my family doesn’t know about. Last night I gave him a part of my body that I never thought I’d give any man, but it’s importantthat I save my virginity for my husband. If it’s up to me, Elio will be my husband one day. As always, he meets me down the street at the park. When I climb into his car, sadness and disgust radiate off him, replacing the compassion and love he normally gives me.
I lean in to kiss him and he leans away from me. “Elio, what’s wrong? Kiss me.”
“I can’t. What we did last night, we shouldn’t have done that. You understand that was worse than letting me take your virginity, right?”
My heart races in my chest as tears line the rim of my eyes. “Elio, we talked about this. You told me it would be okay. What are you talking about?”
He turns to me, his expression showing something I’ve never seen from the sweet boy I thought I knew. “What I’m talking about is that you willingly gave me a part of your body. You’re ruined, Luci. You’re a slut. I can’t be with you anymore. We’re done.”
I shake my head, leaning back into the car’s door, speechless by his words. “You don’t mean that.”
“I mean exactly what I said. Consider yourself lucky I even met you here to say this to your face. Now get out of my car.”
I bolt out of his car before he sees the tears falling down my face as I hear his car leaving the park. His words echo in my head. “You’re ruined, Luci. You’re a slut.” Sneaking back into my house is significantly harder because I’m focused on calming the short sobs that escape my chest. That night, I decided never to date another boy again until I wanted to marry someone. They’re not worth the heartbreak.
After a long shower, hot enough to wash away Alessandro’s touch, I knock on the door to get Enzo’s attention. He opens the door and acknowledges my presence with a nod.
“I want to go have breakfast, ideally without Alessandro.” He nods again as he presses his lips together, knowing what I mean as he escorts me downstairs.
We’re about to walk into the kitchen when I hear Alessandro and Geno conversing. I place a hand on Enzo’s chest to stop him, placing my finger on my lips to keep him quiet as I eavesdrop.
“Luci, we shouldn’t listen in on their conversation. I could get into major trouble for letting you do this.”
“You won’t. I’ll tell them you tried to stop me.” He puts his arms up in surrender, ignoring the whole situation.
My attention turns back to what Alessandro and Geno are saying. By the first line, I can tell it’s about Alessandro and me.
“You’re fucking this up, Alessandro. You’re supposed to get her to love you, not despise you. You need to stop thinking with your dick.” Is Alessandro speaking with others about what we do in private?
“I know, Geno. I can’t help how I act around her. She makes me crazy.” I see a shadow of his body pacing around the kitchen.
“Then keep your blood flowing to the right head. She will be your wife and the mother to your children, regardless of how difficult she is at times. Do you think your nonna and I loved each other? No. I was the husband she needed me to be though until the day she died. We cared for each other. That’s what you need to do with Luciana.” I’m not sure if I should thank Geno or be pissed off at his monologue. Maybe both?