EroticReverie

Luciano "Lucky"

Natalia Parisi. The Father's daughter. Had just come all over my mouth. 

I hadn't planned on it. Truly. As much as I wanted every part of her. I didn't need this kind of distraction while I'm supposed to be watching over her, while I'm supposed to be working on tracking down then men that are responsible for Leo and Luca being laid up in their beds right now having almost lost their lives. 

The truth was. Had she not been Natalia "Bambi" Parisi , that hand WOULD have been cut off when she slapped me down by the pool. Anthony exagerated a bit for me, telling her I'd cut off a womans hand, but she DID lose a finger. But when she slapped me. I found myself wanting her to do it again. Her fiery rage and jealousy over Rosaline only made me want her even more. 

When I saw she'd slipped and fell because of being wet from me throwing her in the pool, when I saw her fight back tears of anger, I'd felt like a real asshole. 

Bringing her to her room , I'd only intended to get her the towel, the clothes and then leave after checking out her knee. But now my mouth tasted like her pussy and was covered in her sex and she was still laying in her wet robe. 

she wasn't entirely quiet as she came. Quiet enough though. It was so hot listening to her hold back, the tiny sounds she couldnt help escaping from her lips, the way she pulled at my hair, messying it with her fingers. 

This was such a bad fucking idea, but It'd already been done. 

I stand up from the floor and look at her as she pants slightly in her post orgasm daydream. 

Daughters of the family were supposed to save themselves for marriage. For their husband. It was highly frowned upon for any female in the power families to give herself to a man before marriage. Even public affection, and kissing was frowned upon by the old school.  A female wasn't supposed to seem easy, she was supposed to seem pure and devoted to her future husband and god.  However, I never agreed. Because it made it seem like their only purpose was to serve as warm wet untouched holes for us to fuck. I didn't like it at all. It was human nature to be sexual, to want the touch of another human. Plus, us men got to fuck like rabbits. 

Natalia didn't strike me as a virgin. But she also didn't strike me as a girl who slept around. She was a cock tease, that was for sure. The girl was eighteen, she knew what men liked. She knew how she looked, and was well aware that her body was fucking lethal. I had a strong inkling that's mainly all she was, just talk. She would have never fucked the men in this house. Thats not why I told her she couldn't. I told her she couldn't because I needed her to know I was claiming her. Mine. She was going to be mine. She IS mine. 

I stand up and shrug off my jacket as she lays there looking at me, the robe still clinging to her breasts. 

"Show yourself to me." I say as I toss my jacket and start to undo my tie and she lays a hand on her stomach and slides it up and I watch her hand as she watches mine while I slide my tie off from around my neck and toss it on the bed. 

I watch her wordlessly obey as she pulls at the sash keeping the fabric somewhat closed near her breasts, and then then drops the sash and slides her finger tips along the edges of the fabric as I unbutton my shirt. 

"you first" she says and I pull my shirt off and her breath hitches.

"Luciano..." she says my name as she winces. 

Scars and bullet wounds decorate my torso and shoulders. 

The freshest one in a bullet wound on my left shoulder that only grazed it, but left a gnarly looking scar. 

The scars were from fights, stab wounds guts. Places where shards of glass stabbed me when thrown threw a window at the age of of fifteen by some gangster who came looking for my father at our home and found me instead. 

She felt bad for me, I could see it in her eyes, but I kept undressing,  taking my belt off and and then undoing my pants. 

"How did you get them." she asks as she pushes up and her robe spreads open slightly on it's own and a hint of her light brown nipple peeks out from her left breast. 

"Another time." I say and she blinks and looks at me and then her mouth parts when I push down my pants and my cock springs free as I step out of my pants. 

I had a great cock. I knew I did. But watching her look at it, watching the way her eyes flared open at the sight of it, made it bob slightly and jump at her attention. 

"Jesus Lucky" she says and I walk the one step to the bed and grab my tie. I watch her slide her robe off and, fucking hell. The sight of her naked, entirely fucking naked is enough to make me cum right that second. 

"give me your hands." I say and she looks at the tie, then back to my dick and then up at me. 

she lifts her hands, wrists together. 

"Are you a virgin?" I ask and she seems taken aback by the question as I start to tie her wrists together with my tie. 

"I...well...no" she says and shakes her head and looks down at her wrists as I bind them together. 

"You seem unsure." I say raising my eyebrow. 

she shakes her head. "I'm not....not a virgin." she says.

"Who touched what was mine?" I ask her and watch her inhale. 

"Who touched you Natalia? Who fucked what was meant for me?" I ask her with my a sharp tug on the tie, tightening the fabric as I finish it off. 

she shakes her head. 

"Another time." she says and I look at her , she's not looking at me. 

I don't like the look on her face. It's sad. 

"Look at me." I say and dip down and lift her bound wrists over my head and behind my neck as I lift her beneath her lower back and bring her up further onto the bed. 

My cock is heavy against her, as it rests over her pussy and I grind slowly against it. 

"Who....took...what...was....mine"  I ask again and she looks at me. 

"I dont know" she says quietly. 

I pause. 

"You don't know?" I ask calmly. 

She shakes her head trembling. 

This isn't good. 

I can tell this isn't some drunk one night stand, or her just hooking up with a random.

"Please just...please just , can we....please" she says her voice shaking. 

I lean down and bring my lips to hers, letting them hover as her lower lip trembles as I feel her breasts against my chest as I slip my hands under her uper back and then up further to cradle her head as I brace myself on my elbows , laying my heavy body on hers, her soft skin against mine. 

"Tell me who hurt you" I say quietly and brush my lips against hers and she parts her lips slightly and kiss her lower lip and then let my tongue lightly part her lips further as I slip it in her mouth and kiss her. 

she moans into my mouth slightly and I tilt my head for a better angle and lick over her tongue and then deeper in her mouth. I feel her thick thighs against me as her legs wrap around me and she moves slightly beneath me, her chest heaving up into mine and her nipples brush my chest. Her body feels so fucking good against me. 

"Who Natalia?" I ask as I pull from her mouth and she lifts her head to follow my mouth and I look in her eyes. 

"I told you I dont know" she says. 

"when? where?" I ask.

"Please just stop talking" she says and I groan. 

"You will tell me." I say. 

"It was a friends uncle or something" she says and looks away, and now shes angry. Because I made her tell me. 

"where?" I ask. I don't care how angry she gets with me. I need to know who the fuck hurt her. 

"It was my friends birthday party. It was ...a pool party." she says. 

"when" I ask. 

she sighs and pulls her arms from over my head and then tries to roll to her side and away from me.

"Untie me." she says and hold sher wrists up to my face. 

I sit up, I untie them and she pushes up and away from me and off the bed, and grabs her leggings and pulls them on. 

"Natalia."  I say. 

"Fuck off Lucky" she says and snags her sweater and pulls it on over her head. 

I take a deep breath, because I know I have no right to make her dig up her past or her trauma, but my palm itches witht he urge to strangle whoever this guys is, to torture him. To let my men do the same to him that he did to her. 

"Was it in highschool?" I ask and she huffs a laugh and pulls her hair out of her sweater, walking across the room and grabbing a hair brush. 

I stand up and pull my briefs back on and my pants and walk over to her as she just brushes her hair looking out her window. 

"Please tell me, so I can take care of you" I whisper as I wrap my arms around her but she jerks out of my hold and spins. 

"I dont need you to take care of me! I dont need anyone to take care of me!" she yells and tears fill her eyes. 

"Even when people try to! Bad shit happens!" she yells and I grab her gently by the arms and pull her into me and hold her head to my chest as she falls into me and her arms wrap around me and she holds onto me tight. So fucking tight as she shakes.

"Nobody is going to touch you ever again. I won't let anyone hurt you." I tell her and she cries as quietly as she can manage, choking back tears and I feel them run down my chest, and decide to make it my mission to add whoever the hell this fucking man in that did this to her pays for it. 

"I was ten." she says barely audible and I feel my grip on her tighten. Fucking ten. TEN?! I feel a fucking urge like I never had before to track this fucker down and end him. 

"what did he look like?" I ask and she cries. 

"I don't know, white..." she sniffles. "He had an orange beard and hair." 

"Do you remember the kids name of the party you went to?" I ask and she nods. 

"Maddie Doyle" she sniffles. 

"The Irish?" I ask and she nods. 

I knew back in the day that we worked briefly with the Irish and had good ties until a fall out happened. Nearly eight years ago. 

"did you ever tell anyone?" I ask her. She shakes her head. 

"Just you." she says quietly.

I swallow hard. 

"Look at me" I say and pull back slightly and grab her face in my hands as lightly as possible. 

"Nobody will ever fucking touch you like that again. Ever. Nobody will hurt you. Ever." I tell her and she nods and sniffles but I know she doesnt believe me. And to be honest, it's fair. Because I'm sure she was promised the same as a child. By anyone in the family. All of them sworn to protect the daughters. 

"I will find him Natalia." I tell her. 

"and I will spend days making him wish he never laid a fucking finger on you." I tell her. 

"and then I'm going to kill him." I say , containing as much of my rage as I can, but she grabs my hands from her face when I realize i'm shaking. 

"You're mine." I tell her and she nods. 

"I'm going to take care of it." I promise her. 

She must know that I mean it. She must know that I will fucking find that bastard and slaughter him like a fucking pig. Because she throws her arms around me and I wrap my arms back around her as she buries her head in my neck. 

I pick her up by the backs of her thighs and she wraps her legs around me. 

I was going to be a busy man. Finding the men from the cartel, and finding this fucking Irishman that raped Natalia at a fucking kids pool party.  I was sure pretty soon I wouldn't just have blood on my hands, but fucking pools of it.