Bittersweet

A Night Of Passion

Cordelia Romana’s POV

As my tears began slowing down, I sniffled, Luciano’s hand caressed my cheek gently as he pulled my face up to his. His thumb brushed against my bottom lip while his icy eyes became warm as they watched my green ones.

“Non posso amarti...non perché tu non lo meriti...ma perché io no..” ( I can not love you...Not because you don’t deserve it...But because I don’t.) He whispered.

I nodded, showing zero emotion. He couldn’t see my weakness, I refused. But I needed to get this over with. “Non te lo sto chiedendo, ti sto chiedendo di fingere... per il nostro futuro figlio.” ( I’m not asking you to, I’m asking you to pretend...For our future child. ) I said in defeat, I knew I had no choice for this in the matter.

Without thinking I leaned up and pressed my lips against his, he was clearly shocked by the way he stiffened but soon recovered wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me in. His hands slipped to my arse as he picked me up, placing me on his desk.  Slowly I slid down his grey suit jacket, I thought I would have been dreading this, but I had butterflies in the pits of my stomach, and a warm pool of wetness between my legs, “Fottimi.” ( f**k me. ) I demanded just above a whisper. 

“Un po' ansiosi, vero?” ( A little eager aren’t we? ) He said with a soft chuckle of amusement.

“ Per favore!”  ( Please. ) I begged, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer, I could feel the hardness through his business pants. He smirked and captured my lips again before his hand slipped to my neck, he never applied pressure but remained gentle, almost grazing my neck, once his lips moved from my lips to my neck, I gasped. My neck has always been my soft spot, that place that makes your legs tingle. Yeah. 

A moan escaped me as I fumbled with his belt buckle when he suddenly pulled back, causing me to groan in disappointment. He cupped my face and pressed his lips against my forehead, my eyes fluttered close at his gentleness. "Non ancora, Fiore..." ( Not yet, flower. ) he whispered, he pushed me back onto the desk and ran his hand up my arse to my thighs, gripping them tightly and pulling me in closer. 

He smirked slightly before he tucked down between my legs, a gasp escaped me as he tore my panties and his tongue flicked across my c**t. A moan soon escaped me while he explored me with his tongue very skillfully, I reached down and grasped hold of his hair.  His fingers dug bruises into my thighs, holding them from shaking.  My eyes fluttered close as his tongue danced across my core, “Please.” I begged in pleasure, his eyes flicked up to mine before his lips captured mine again, but this time it was rough and passionate as if he needed me or he’d die. I finally managed to undo his belt when I yanked down his pants, the outline of his c**k made my eyes widen, he chuckled at my reaction before sucking on my neck, I could feel the wetness between my legs grow, causing my legs to shake in wanting.

I reached down and pulled down his boxers as I forced my lips against his, guiding him to my entrance, his hand caressed my neck, his thumb brushing against the vein popping out of my neck before he slammed into me. A loud moan escaped me when his pace quickened, he then shoved me back onto the desk, while he pounded me. “Fanculo!” ( f**k ) I whimpered in pleasure, I bit my lip painfully holding in my moans, the roughness soon smoothed with each stroke, my eyes fluttered close enjoying the amount of pleasure, I’ve never felt like this before, it was insanely intimate and personal and yet, she was sharing it with no other than a Mafia Boss, who kills people on the daily. 

“ Torna da me.” ( Come back to me. ) He whispered softer than ever before, my eyes fluttered open and connected my lips with his. Yes, he was a monster. But I would be too anyway, I’m to marry and birth his children, at the end of the day, I know what he does and can’t do anything about it.

 He responded in the kiss the moment my lips met his, he grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto his length, a gasp escaped me feeling all of him inside of me. His hands remained on my arse as he pulls me up into his arms and walking into a room that was connected to his office, which I’m assuming is his bedroom. 

Lowering me onto the bed, he thrust into me causing me to cry out, he flipped me over onto my hands and knees, before slamming back into me, my moans seemed to only grow louder with each passing second. His arm wrapped around my torso and pulled me up against his bare muscular chest, I threw my head back against his shoulder as he pounded me from behind. My arms immediately reached up and held onto him for support, his raspy breathing grazed her neck causing something in her to snap. She pulled away before wrapping her arms around his neck, slowly lowering myself onto his length, I watched his eyes turn a darker shade as I rolled my hips into him. 

His lips met mine once again before a groan escaped him and a warm liquid filled me causing my legs to tremble and give in, moaning in pleasure as I came with him.