Chapter 87 : We Need You Safe
Chapter 87: We Need You Safe
Sophie
I felt him on me in the middle of the night.
“Little bunny.” His lips brushed on my neck, I was laying on my stomach, my eyes wide as I felt his large body on top of mine
“Do you miss having your pussy fucked this past week? It is your birthday, baby girl.” He kissed the back of my neck after pushing my hair aide
“Why don't I make you limp the whole day?”
His one hand sneaked under my shorts and cupped me through my panties. I was so wet. He pushed my panties to the side and rubbed me with two fingers, I moaned into the mattress and my hips squirming as he continued rubbing me.
“This sweet pussy.” He rubbed me harder, I moaned and my hands clenched into fists.
“It is too pretty to not be played with, don't you think so?” that is when I smelled it, the alcohol in his breath
I tried to get out under him, yes, I want him but he was drunk and it wasn't fair to him.
“S..stop, Luciano.” I tried to get out but he kept going, his fingers continuing their work but no longer did it feel right.
“Get off me, Luciano.” He kissed the back of my neck.
“You are mine.”
“Luciano..” I winced as he inserted two fingers into me.
“Chocolate.” I whispered and he froze, then he got off me.
“I…I..” I turned, looked up at him and sat up.
He looked horrified with himself, his hair was messed up and he was dressed in sweatpants, his strong torso on display. His eyes were bloodshot, he hadn't been sleeping and now, he was too drunk.
“I..I am sorry,” he whispered. I had never heard his stutter before.
“I am so sorry, Sophie.” He walked out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him and I heard it, the cracking sound of his fist colliding with a wall. I flinched, clutching the blanket to my chest and my heart beating violently.
I walked out of the room after a few minutes, he was sitting on the ground and his head was in his hands.
“Luciano?” I called as I kneeled in front of him but he didn't look at me.
“Did I fucked it up?” His voice was a horse whisper.
“Did I ruin it?”
“Luciano,” I whispered, taking his hand in mine.
His right hand knuckles were busted, he didn't look at me, his eyes fixed on the ground.
“Look at me,” I ordered and he shook his head.
“No,”
“Luciano,” I cupped his face with one hand, running my thumb on his cheekbone. Still, he didn't look up but some tension left his body.
“I am not mad.” I told him.
“But you didn't like my touch.”
“I always love your touch.” I whispered, shifting closer to him. He still didn't look at me, I squeezed his uninjured hand with mine, trying to make him look at me with the other but he didn't.
“Look at me, please.” He slowly lifted his head and looked at me. His eyes were filled with tears and my heart broke.
“Don't cry.” I cupped his face with both of my hands.
“You are drunk, I didn't want to do it when you are like this.”
“I always want you.” He shrugged as I wiped his tears away.
“Drunk or sober, I wanted you, Sophie.”
“It is not your fault.” I whispered, pressing a small kiss to his lips. His body eased further.
“Okay, you didn't need anything.” I assured him.
“Really?” I placed my forehead against his.
“Yes, come on.” I tugged at his hand as I stood up. He followed me back to my room and I closed the door and led him to the bed.
“We need to take care of your knuckles, they don't need stitches.” He nodded as I sat him down on the bed. I grabbed a first aid kit from the kitchen and went back to the room, he was still sitting at the same spot I placed him like a good boy.
He sat me on his lap as I bandaged his knuckles, pressing a kiss to it when I was done and it made him smile.
“We can cuddle.” I offered him and he nodded.
“Are your contact lenses out?” I asked and he nodded.
“My eyes are better than yours.” He said.
“That was so mean.” A small smile came onto his lips.
“You loved it.”
We laid down, he pulled me into his arms and used the blanket to cover us. My head rested on his chest, and I closed my eyes, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
“Did you like the mansion?” He asked and I nodded.
“It is beautiful.” He hummed.
“We used to live here as children until we were fifteen.”
“And then?” I asked.
“Here and there, I always loved the mansion, I just hated everything that came with it.”
“Which is?”
“My father, screams, blood, so much fucking blood. Once dead bodies piled up in the basement, the smell didn't leave the mansion for days. I couldn't sleep here, I couldn't breathe here as well.” I held him tightly.
“We don't have to stay here.” I muttered.
“We do,” he replied.
“We need you safe.”
“But I need you to be sane.” I looked up at him, he looked down at me with those beautiful eyes of his and then smiled at me.
“Sane?” He mumbled.
“I haven't been that in a while, baby girl.”
“I know,” I told him.
“No one sane would read that book you are reading. How many pages does it have, a million?” He rolled his eyes.
“Little bra, you need a regular spanking, you know that, right?” I blushed.
“No, I don't.” I teased him.
“Yes, you do.” He kissed my lips softly.
“I am your daddy, little bunny and what I say goes, remember?” I bit my lip.
“Let's sleep.”
“Sleep can't get you out of it.” He kissed me again and I rested my head on his chest, closing my eyes.
“You are so mean.”
“As always.” He mumbled.
He wasn't sleeping, I could hear the change in his breathing. So I looked up and he looked down at me.
“You never sleep when you are with me.” I said. It wasn't a question, it was a statement.
“I am not tired,” he replied.
“Yes, you are and you looked tired. I can make you tired in a minute.” I huffed.
“Threaten me when you don't have bloodshot eyes.”
“I will do a lot worse than that when I don't have bloodshot eyes.” He replied.
“You have an answer to everything.” I grumbled.
“Sleep, I won't sleep until you do.”
“But I am not tired.” he replied as I kept looking at him.
“I will try.
And he did, he slept and I didn't sleep until he did and I kissed his jaw.
“I love you.” I murmured.