Chapter 31 His nightmare
Luca stood at the foot of the bed, completely naked, his cock thick and heavy, already dripping pre-cum at the tip from the sight of her spread out on the silk sheets.
Elena’s eyes were glazed with need, her pussy glistening, swollen and slick from his mouth minutes ago.
She bit her lip, thighs parting wider, showing him everything her pink folds, her throbbing clit, the way her entrance fluttered, begging to be filled.
“Luca… it’s aching down there,” she whispered, voice breathy and desperate, fingers brushing her slick pussy lips.
“I need your cock. Now.”
Luca’s eyes turned pitch black.
“You’re becoming such a greedy little thing for me, butterfly,” he growled, climbing onto the bed, knees forcing her thighs even wider.
“Good. Because I’m gonna fuck this pretty cunt until you can’t remember your own name.”
He grabbed her hips, flipped her onto her stomach careful of the bandages, but rough enough to make her gasp.
Ass up, face down, pussy exposed and dripping, clenching around nothing.
“Fuck, look at this soaked pussy,” he rasped, slapping her ass hard CRACK watching it jiggle, red blooming on her skin.
“All wet and desperate for my cock. You want it rough, baby?”
“Yes please fuck me hard ” she begged, pushing back, ass grinding against his throbbing length.
Luca gripped her hips, cock nudging her entrance, coating himself in her juices.
“Beg louder.”
“Please, Luca fuck your wife fill my pussy up ”
He slammed in one brutal thrust, balls-deep, stretching her tight, dripping cunt around his thick cock.
Elena screamed, fingers clawing the sheets, pussy clenching like a vice.
“Yes fuck so big stretching me.”
He didn’t give her time to adjust.
Started pounding hard, deep, hips snapping, cock dragging against her walls with every pull out, slamming back in until his balls slapped her swollen clit.
“Take it,” he snarled, one hand fisting her hair, yanking her head back.
“This pussy is mine. Gonna fuck it raw until you’re leaking my cum for days.”
Elena moaned, broken and filthy.
“Yours only yours harder ruin me ”
He slapped her ass againn CRACK then reached under, fingers finding her clit, rubbing rough, merciless circles.
“Come on my cock,” he growled.
“Soak me.”
She shattered pussy clenching like a fist, gushing hot around him, scream muffled in the pillow as her body shook.
Luca didn’t stop.
Fucked her through it, cock pistoning, grunting like an animal, balls slapping wetly against her.
“Again,” he commanded.
“I’m not done wrecking this greedy little cunt.”
He flipped her onto her back, hooked her good leg over his shoulder, the bandaged one careful on the pillow.
Thrust back in deeper angle, hitting her cervix with every slam, her pussy squelching around him.
“Look at me,” he snarled.
“Watch me fuck you.”
Elena’s eyes locked on his, tears of pleasure streaming.
“Luca too deep gonna break my pussy.”
“That’s the point, baby,” he rasped, thumb on her clit again, grinding hard.
“Break for me. Then I’ll fill you up again.”
She came again harder pussy squirting, soaking his cock, the sheets, her thighs.
“Fuck yes drowning your cock ”
Luca roared, thrusting erratic, spilling hot and thick inside her, cock pulsing, flooding her cunt until it leaked out around him, mixing with her juices.
Luca cleaned her with the utmost care, his movements slow and reverent.
The warm washcloth glided over every inch of her skin, wiping away the evidence of their passion sweat, cum, the faint traces of her arousal still clinging to her inner thighs.
He was gentle where she was most sore, lingering kisses pressed to the bruises he’d left on her hips, her breasts, the ones he’d placed with fierce love.
Then he reached for the small bottle of relief ointment, squeezing a generous amount of the cool gel onto his fingers.
He massaged it slowly into her wounds around the crisp white bandages on her arm and ankle, over the raw, red scrapes on her thighs, and finally between her legs, where she was still swollen and tender from him.
His touch was soft, soothing, almost worshipful, thumb circling her clit once just once drawing a soft, breathless gasp from her lips before he pulled back, eyes dark with restraint and lingering hunger.
“So stubborn,” he murmured, voice rough with affection, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to her forehead.
“My wild little butterfly.”
He covered her with the light silk sheet, tucking it around her curves with careful hands, as though she were something fragile and priceless.
Then he slid into bed beside her, pulling her close chest to back, one strong arm banded around her waist, the other cupping her breast protectively, thumb resting over her heart.
His lips found her shoulder, pressing soft, reverent kisses along the curve as her breathing evened out into the deep, peaceful rhythm of sleep.
Luca closed his eyes, holding her tight, trying to find peace in her warmth.
But peace didn’t come.
The nightmare found him instead.
He was small again too small.hiding behind the grand piano in the dimly lit ballroom, knees drawn to his chest, tiny hands clamped over his ears.
The chandelier flickered overhead like dying stars, casting fractured light across the marble floor.
His mother stood in the center, beautiful and cruel, her red dress swirling as she laughed that cold, tinkling laugh that always made his stomach twist.
His father loomed behind her, belt coiled in his fist, face twisted with rage that never seemed to end.
And then there was his brothernlittle, innocent, barely ten standing frozen in the doorway, eyes wide with terror, small hands clenched at his sides.
“No, Dad not him,” the boy cried, voice cracking with fear and desperation.
“He’s just a child. You’ve already destroyed my life don’t do this to him!”
Russo laughed cold, ugly, the sound of a man who’d long forgotten what mercy felt like.
He backhanded the boy so hard the child flew backward, crashing to the marble floor, blood blooming instantly on his split lip.
“Brother!” Luca screamed, lunging forward from his hiding place, but the dream held him frozen, invisible, powerless.
Russo turned, belt swinging like a whip.
He beat the boy like a roadside dog relentless, brutal, the leather cracking against skin over and over until the child curled into a ball, whimpering, blood smearing the marble.
Valentina watched, phone in hand, scrolling through messages as if nothing was happening.
Luca woke with a violent gasp, body slick with cold sweat, heart hammering so hard it hurt his ribs.
He sat up abruptly, chest heaving, eyes wide and haunted in the dark.
Elena slept beside him, peaceful under the influence of painkillers, unaware of the storm raging in his head.
Luca exhaled shakily, relief flooding him like cool water.
Thank God she hadn’t woken.
He leaned down, pressed a trembling kiss to her forehead, then pulled her close crushing her to his chest like he could shield her from his past, from the darkness he carried.
“I will never let the darkness touch you,” he whispered into her hair, voice raw and broken.
“Never.”
Outside, the sea whispered against the cliffs, eternal and patient.
Inside, Luca Romeo held his wife like she was his only salvation and for the first time, he let himself believe he might be hers too.
To be continued....