Married To The Devil I Hate

Chapter 17

The heavy doors of the master suite clicked shut behind us. The noise from the celebration downstairs faded away.

It was just Luca and me now. My heart was still racing from everything that had happened this night—the danger, the victory. But here, in this quiet room, a different kind of energy filled the air.

Luca turned to me. His strong hands rested gently on my waist. He looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. “You were amazing tonight, Sophia,” he said softly, his voice low and warm. “I’m so proud of you.”

I smiled, feeling shy but happy. “I’m done running,” I whispered. “Done hiding from my father. I want this life with you.”

He pulled me closer. His fingers brushed my cheek. “I want you to night, little wife. But only if you want it. We can go slow. You tell me if anything feels wrong.”

I nodded. This was my first time. I trusted Luca completely. He had always been patient with me, even when the world around us was full of violence. Tonight, I wanted to be close to him in every way.

He kissed me softly at first. His lips were warm and careful. Then the kiss grew deeper, full of need. His hands moved to my blazer, sliding it off my shoulders one sleeve at a time. It fell to the floor with a quiet sound. Next came my thin camisole. He lifted it slowly over my head, his eyes taking in my body with gentle hunger.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured. “So perfect.”

He guided me to sit on the edge of the big canopy bed. I watched as he pulled his shirt over his head. His body was covered in old scars and fresh bandages from the fight. They told stories of pain and survival. I reached out and touched one lightly. He closed his eyes for a moment, leaning into my hand.

Luca knelt in front of me. He took off my heels one by one, his thumbs rubbing my ankles in slow circles. His hands moved up my legs, warm and steady. He kissed the inside of my knee, then higher, soft and loving. When he reached my trousers, he looked up at me.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“Yes,” I breathed.

He opened them carefully and slid them down along with my panties. Cool air touched my skin. I felt exposed but safe with him. He stayed on his knees, looking at me with both desire and tenderness.

“My wife,” he said, his voice full of emotion. He kissed my thighs gently, then moved higher until his mouth found the most sensitive spot between my legs.

I gasped at the warm, wet feeling. His tongue moved in slow, careful circles around my c**t. It felt so good that my hips lifted on their own. He held me steady with his hands, never rushing. Pleasure built inside me like a warm wave.

“Luca…” I moaned softly.

He kept going, gentle but steady. His mouth sucked lightly, then licked again. My body started to shake. The feeling grew tighter and hotter until I cried out, waves of pleasure washing over me. He stayed with me through it, kissing me softly until I calmed down.

He stood up and took off the rest of his clothes. His c**k was thick and hard, standing proudly. I had never seen him like this before. I reached out and wrapped my hand around it. The skin was smooth and hot. I stroked him slowly, watching his face. He groaned quietly, eyes half-closed.

“You don’t have to,” he said, but I wanted to.

I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, just the tip at first. He tasted clean and warm. I moved my tongue around him, learning what felt good. His hand rested lightly in my hair, not pushing.

“Sophia… that feels incredible,” he whispered.

After a few minutes he gently pulled back. “I want to be inside you now. But we go at your pace. If it hurts, we stop.”

He laid me down on the soft bed and settled between my legs. His body was warm and heavy in a comforting way. He kissed me deeply while rubbing his c**k along my wet folds. The head pressed against my entrance.

“Look at me,” he said.

Our eyes met. He pushed in very slowly. I felt pressure, then a sharp sting as he stretched me open. I held my breath.

“Breathe, baby,” he whispered. He stopped moving and kissed my forehead, my cheeks, my lips. “You’re doing so well. I love you.”

The pain eased after a moment. I nodded. He moved again, inch by inch, until he was all the way inside. The fullness felt strange but good. We stayed like that, connected and still, just feeling each other.

Then he started to move—slow, deep strokes. Each one sent sparks of pleasure through me. I wrapped my legs around him and held on. His scarred chest pressed against my breasts. Our skin grew slick with sweat.

“You feel so good,” he said against my neck. “So tight and warm. Mine.”

I touched his back, feeling every muscle and scar. He sped up a little, but still careful. One of his hands slipped between us and rubbed my c**t in gentle circles. Pleasure built again, stronger this time.

“Luca… I’m close,” I gasped.

“Come for me, Sophia. Let me feel you.”

The orgasm hit me hard. I clenched around him, crying out his name. Everything went bright and warm. A moment later, Luca groaned deeply. His body tensed as he came inside me, pulsing with heat. He held me tight through every wave.

Afterwards, he didn’t pull out right away. He stayed inside me, kissing my face softly—my eyelids, my nose, my mouth. “You were perfect,” he whispered. “Thank you for trusting me.”

We fell asleep tangled together, his arm around my waist like he never wanted to let go.

Morning light came through the thin curtains. I woke up to Luca kissing my bare shoulder. His body was warm against my back. I stretched and turned to face him.

“Morning, little wife,” he said with a smile. His voice was rough from sleep.

“Morning.” I kissed him slowly, enjoying the peaceful moment.

He checked the bandage on his arm. “It’s fine. How do you feel?”

“A little sore,” I admitted with a shy smile. “But happy. Really happy.”

He pulled me closer, his hand stroking my hair. “Good. We’ll take it easy today.”

A loud knock came at the door. Luca sighed but got up quickly. He put on a black robe and opened the door just a little. Marco stood outside, looking serious. He handed over a thick envelope sealed with dark red wax.

“From Vincenzo Romano,” Marco said.

“Delivered under truce. For both of you.”

Luca took it, thanked him, and closed the door. I slipped on one of his big black t-shirts—it reached my thighs—and joined him near the balcony doors. Fresh air drifted in.

He broke the seal and read the letter. His jaw tightened. The gentle man from last night disappeared for a moment. A dark, dangerous look filled his eyes.

“What does it say?” I asked.

“He wants a meeting tomorrow at noon. At the Cathedral of the Holy Name. Says he’ll give up territory and sign peace.” Luca’s voice was low. “Claims it’s under sanctuary rules.”

“It’s a trap,” I said right away. “He wants us to feel safe in the church so we lower our guard.”

Luca nodded. He crushed the paper in his fist. Then a small, sharp smile appeared on his lips. “He thinks he can trick us.”

“Are we going?” I asked.

“Yes.” He turned to me and cupped my face with both hands. His thumbs brushed my cheeks tenderly. “We’ll be ready. Together.”

He kissed my forehead, long and protective. “Let’s play his game, Sophia. But we play to win.”

I leaned into his chest, feeling his heartbeat. Last night had been our beginning. Today, we faced whatever came next—side by side, as husband and wife. The love we made had been sweet, real, and full of care. It gave me strength for the fight ahead.