Luciano

Womanizer

Charles woke up to the feeling of someone watching him, he slowly opened his eyes and saw the girl on top of him gazing at him he quickly realized that he was inside of her. The last thing he remembered was talking to Maybelle on the phone now he was back in bed and he didn't know how that occurred.

"The f*ck ya lookin' at me for". He grunted out in annoyance, his head was pounding, his throat was dry and he felt like sh*t this is he felt every morning after a night of opium, s*x and whiskey yet he always went back like the women who always returned to their abusive lovers. It was a sick co-dependence addiction but he was too far gone to stop.

"I was just thinking". Her soft voice broke his thoughts. He furrowed his brows and his forehead creased.

"Whatchu thinkin' bout". He asked shifting underneath a bit. He took his cigarette from the nightstand and lit it. Grace watched his every move, she was not happy that he was smoking those cancer sticks. Her uncle had died from lung cancer because of them and the thought of losing Charles would, no she would rather not think about it. Although she was glad he had opted for a cigarette instead of his opium which she was sure was a death sentence. Between his occupation, his womanizing and his drug use at times it felt like he was trying to get himself killed. She prayed for him every night maybe one day he will find the Lord, change his ways and settle down with her. She would give him as many children as he desired and would make love to him every night if that meant he wouldn't stray.

"You looked stress in your sleep is something bothering you". She voiced out in concern.

"Whatchu my mother or somethin'". He was annoyed by her already she was becoming too clingy for his liking.

"You seem like you need a massage and I can help with that". She offered softly, he looked at her with skepticism for a moment before nodding his head softly in agreement. She was still straddling him and his member had yet to leave her body, she moved up a little and he hissed and groaned.

"Ya gonna start somethin' if you ain't careful". He grunted out as grabbing her hips to halt her movements. She giggled softly and kissed on his chest before beginning to massage. She moved her hands over his tense shoulders, his muscles were knotted with tension and stress so much so that she wondered how he functioned on a daily basis without getting a heart attack. Her hands slid to his back which was covered with red marks that she caused when scratched him as he was making love to her. She peppered him with soft kisses each spot she massaged. She felt and watched him relax. His eyes were closed and he was back to smoking his opium pipe which was accompanied by a glass of whiskey. His thick dark brows were still furrowed and he was still forehead creased in tension as his soft dark curls covered it. He seemed to in his own world, she wondered what could be stressing him out so much.

Her hands moved to his face and her breath halted when she felt his semi-rough skin. That was one thing she always liked about him he was rough, rugged and raw unlike these pretty boys that ran all over New York he was man's man and she loved it. She began gently massaging his face before moving to his head making round circles on his tense temple muscles. He groaned in pleasure and smiled kissing his forehead as she continued to release him of his stress.

"Ahhh yes, that feels good yeah". He groaned in pleasure throwing his head back and rolling his eyes.

She continued to massage his head, she was unaware that now he was staring at her. Her gaze lowered and her breath halted when she caught him staring straight at her, his eyes were glossy and a little bit droopy they were impossibly darker in color. She bit her lip to try and stop the moan that threatened to surpass her mouth.

He grabbed her waist whilst his eyes were still on her, he lowered her into him and she whimpered. He brought his hips up and slammed into her causing her to gasp and grabbed his shoulders scratching him and leaving red marks. He brought his hips back slowly before slamming roughly into her. He continued thrusting into her in a torturously slow pace but she enjoyed it.

"Charles Charles Charles". She whispered his name softly as if it was a prayer, her eyes were clothes and her head thrown back in pleasure. He still had not removed his gaze from her, he watched as small breasts moved up and down with each thrust he delivered. He felt her clench before she came screaming his name, her eyes rolled back and she seemed like she was intoxicated, intoxicated on him. He continued to thrust into her slowly, the only sounds in the room were her soft whimpers and the sound of skin slapping on skin.

He delivered one more thrust before he exploded releasing into her as he had been doing the entire night. He collapsed back on the bed and her on his chest, his eyes were half open and his breathing was still rapid. He stared over into empty space, Grace kissed his chest looking up to him.

"What are you thinking about?". She asked and he didn't answer, she cuddled up to him remembering when they were teenagers. He has sixteen and she thirteen, his father had received word that he stole an expensive watch from some rich man. Instead of turning his son into the police Antonio Luciana took the law in his hands and proceeded to mercilessly beat his son with a belt, he used the buckle to hit Salvatore's face. She choked a bit as she thought of that day, she arrived at his apartment and he was a bleeding mess. She cleaned his wounds and gave him the food she brought him when she was about to leave, he gently grabbed her hand and asked her to cuddle with him. She remembered falling asleep in his arms savoring his warm body that was the night Grace Kawasaki fell head over heels in love with Salvatore Luciana.

I was listening to Ariana Grande's break up with your girlfriend whilst writing this chapter lol. I think it sort of represents how Grace feels about Charles and Maybelle's relationship well she is not really aware that he has a girlfriend but anyway I think the last three chapters I have given you a bit of insight on Grace's and Charles or should I say Salvatore's past.