Page 27 of A Debt to Pay

Luci turns her head, watching me like she wants to devour me as we’re walking down the hallway. “Keep your eyes forward or you’ll fall.”

She stops us, turning to me before whispering, or at least an attempt at what I’m guessing is a whisper. “I want to fuck you. Yup. That’s what I’m going to do. Lay down and I’ll ride you to the moon and back.” She’s on her knees pulling my hands to get on the floor with her, but all I can think of from this angle is fucking those rose painted lips.

I have to snap myself out of my fantasy, answering her as I do the responsible thing. “Luci, we can’t fuck right now.” She responds with a pouty little face as I pick her up off the floor. “I also doubt you could find the balance to ride me. Let’s go take a bath.” She lets out a content hum as I drag her to the bathroom.

By the time I’ve drawn her a bath, Luci has fallen asleep in bed. She groans as I undress her and pull her into my arms, bringing her into the bathroom.

“Don’t fall asleep again,” I warn her when I place her in the tub.

Her brows furrow, confused and still drunk. “Why aren’t you in the bath with me?”

“Because you’re drunk. If I was in the bath with you I’d fuck you and while I’d love to have that opportunity, I shouldn’t right now.” I accidentally brush across her nipple with the washcloth while she responds with a moan.

“We had sex when you were drunk. Now we can have sex when I’m drunk.” I cringe when she mentions the biggest regret I hold from our relationship. And our relationship started with me kidnapping her.

Luci grabs my hand, dragging it between her legs. “Alessandro. Touch me. Please. I want your touch. I want to come.”

I look up from my hand to see her eyes spearing into mine, begging me just as much as her words are. I close my eyes, reminding myself it’s better to ask for forgiveness and a mental note to go to confession.

“Fuck. Spread your legs for me. I can’t make you come if your legs are together.” Her lips tip up into a small smile, opening her legs and allowing my fingers to separate her folds, finding her clit already swollen. “I love your body’s reaction to mine. You were made for me, Luci. Mine to marry. Mine to fuck. Mine to l—” I stop myself before I can finish that sentence, worried that if I said that four-letter word it would snap her into sobriety.

She’s bucking into my hand, finding the friction she’s desperately wanting, gasping when I insert two fingers into her. I curve my fingers while she rides my hand, using my palm torub her clit. Soon she’s throwing her head back, squeezing my fingers, wishing it was my cock she was coming all over.

Later.

She appears to be asleep when I dry her off and bring her into bed. I don’t worry about putting any clothes on her when I strip down to my underwear and climb into bed with her. Her body must sense my presence because she rolls over, hiking one leg over me and nuzzling her head on my chest.

“Alessandro,” said so quietly I knew she was almost asleep.

“Yes?” I’m curious, even though I know whatever she’s about to say is the wine talking.

“I’m falling in love with you.” I snap my head in her direction to answer back, but her steady breathing lets me know she’s already asleep.

That must be the wine talking. At least that’s what I convince myself. She can’t be falling in love with me. Regardless, I reach for my phone to turn off the alarm I set. I text Marco and Carlo, our accountant for collections, letting them know I’m taking tomorrow off and not to fuck anything up. I need to spend some time with Luci. I need to gauge her feelings while sober.

Chapter 27

Luci

11 Days Until The Wedding

When I wake up in the morning, I expect an empty bed but instead, a warm body wraps around me. Alessandro’s body. Glancing at the clock, I see it’s late for him to be asleep, but I’m not arguing with his presence. Last night vaguely comes back to me as I think of the bath. How in that moment the overwhelming tenderness from him was more than words could express.

I roll over, noticing Alessandro is only wearing boxers and I can see the outline of him. A thought crosses my mind when I see he’s slightly hard and I decide to act upon it. I gently grasp him from outside his underwear, and rub my hand up and down his length. His voice startles me when he growls deep in his chest.

“Luci, if you continue doing that, you’ll have to do something to get rid of it.”

I giggle as I pull him out, stroking him a few times before taking him into my mouth. I gag on his length, wanting to please him, even though I’m still not used to his size.

The shiver down his spine is obvious as he grabs my hair to hold me in place when he bucks his hips. “Don’t worry, I’ll train your throat so you can take all of me.” I keep my head still as he continues to thrust gently into my throat and saliva drips from my mouth, pooling around the base.

I pull myself off him, wiping my mouth off before speaking. “I want to know all the ways I can please you. Teach me more.”

He smirks in my direction before answering me. “Get off the bed. Get on your knees and face me.” I get off the bed while he sits on the edge, kneeling in front of him as I peer up through my lashes, waiting for him to say something.

“Pump me like you were doing earlier.” He throws his head back as I focus around the head of his dick. A small bead of precum leaks from the tip. “So perfect. Lick the slit. Don’t waste any of my cum.” The moan that vibrates from deep in his chest makes my legs squeeze together and my cheeks heat.

I stop pumping him and I notice his stare, hungry, like he wants to eat me for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. “What do you want me to do now?”