Mafia's Devil part 26

Stupid. Him, me, both of us. We’re stupid.

I kissed Luciano back. My lips are hypocrites for cursing and threatening him one second and kissing him passionately the next.

I can’t even pull away from his side. The one instance I half-heartedly inched away, he pulled me back to his body. He went through this kidnapping scheme just to manhandle, confuse, and kiss me.

With a sigh of defeat, I stare at the window and consider throwing my body out of it to punish it for being so loyal to Luciano. I can’t resist his kisses. I can’t reject his warmth.

We lie in silence for minutes until he sits up and drags me with him until we’re both pressed against the wall. I’m not even surprised anymore. I’m used to Luciano taking what he wants, when he wants it.

His wild eyes stare in the direction of the entrance, as if he’s expecting someone to barge in.

“What?” I whisper, somewhat alert. Did Maksim find us so quickly? I’ll have to find a way to calm the situation, because as much as I hate Luciano, I don’t want anyone to walk away with bullet holes.

“Multiple sets of footsteps,” Luciano whispers back.

Of course, only he could pick up on that. I had been in Lala-land. In my defense, I’m a chef, not a soldier.

Two knocks come from the door and a male voice says, “Delivery.”

I recognize Tom’s voice. Luciano must have as well, because he releases me and takes a step toward the door. When he sees that I’ve done the same, he pins me with a look and goes to answer the door.

The exchange with Tom takes only a second. I hear the door open, a few clanks, and then the click of the door close. Luciano didn’t even bother to say thanks.

He appears with a long tray carrying two plates and bottles of water. He sets the tray on the nightstand, and I walk away from the wall before he can bark at me to eat.

“I’m going to shower.”

“I’ll wait,” he replies.

“No need for that. You can eat without me."

“I said I’ll wait.”

I groan. The man is impossible.

In the bathroom, I find a robe that I’ll have to sleep in.

After locating the small shampoo and conditioner bottles, I take my clothes off and gently fold them. I wash my underwear and hang it to dry, and then I step into the bathtub. It’s small, but clean.

The water trickles down my tense shoulders. I aggressively scrub every spot Luciano touched, considering swallowing mouthwash to get rid of his taste, too.

I run the blow-dryer through my hair until I realize I’m stalling facing Luciano. I pull my robe on, tie it tight, and step into the chilly room. The food is still on the nightstand, probably frozen by now. Luciano is on one bed, so I walk to the other one.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

I sit on the bed and glance at him. “Sitting on my bed and eating.”

“Come here.”

“I’m alright on this side. Thanks.” I take a plate from the nightstand and bite into the cold sandwich. Luciano watches me like the obsessed creep he is.

“You’re not eating?” I ask with a full mouth.

“Not hungry,” he replies.

“Weird. I figured kidnapping would exhaust you.”

I finish my sandwich, and I’m feeling so petty that I eat Luciano’s, too. When I clean up, I lie on my back and stare at the chipping paint on the ceiling.

Snow still falls outside, the wind creating a creepy howling sound as it crashes into the lonely motel. I think of my family. They must be worried out of their minds, acting erratically like the white flecks outside.

My fingers find my hair as I think. My hair feels dry and, and the cold is seeping through the folds of my robe. I bring one hand to my chest to make sure I’m modest and not flashing Luciano.

“Why do you keep doing that?”

“Do what?” I ask Luciano without looking at him.

“Do your breasts hurt? Was I too rough when I carried you?”

Feeling uncomfortable with the turn of conversation, I tug my robe higher and hope to disappear.

“You were right earlier when you said it’s late. We should sleep.”

“Is it something else, then?” he insists.

“Yes. Now let it go.”

I hear his bed creak as he abandons it and comes to invade my space yet again. I cling to my robe when he enters my line of sight.

He’s shirtless, beside the cold. I shrink away to try melting into the mattress.

His palms rest beside my head, and he straddles me.

“Tell me.”

I cross my arms over my chest. If I could blush, my face would be an apple.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, it does. Something is bothering you, and I want to fix it. The only uncomfortable situation I can’t fix for you is my presence. I’m not going anywhere.”

Luciano always gets his way.

“Okay, but you have to get off me once I tell you.”

“I will.”

“It’s just their size, okay? There’s not much there.” I press my arms firmly across my chest in a protective manner, and I look at the window.

“Size?” he repeats, as if I’m not speaking English.

“I don’t have huge tits like the women you keep around. I told you, so get off me.”

I gasp when he drops a fat kiss on the cheek that’s facing him. He kisses my chin next, then my jawline, and my neck.

“L—luciano.”

One of his arms support his weight as the other trails to the center of my robe. My heart is thundering in my chest. I reach for his hand, but he distracts me by pecking my lips.

“I love this chest. It’s natural, not fake.” He kisses my throat and nudges his nose against the robe. Finding my lips again, he slips a hand into my robe until finding my right breast. When he cups it, I jerk, my nerves on edge. No man has wondered between that valley before.

“I can’t wait to see these grow when I fill you with my kids, see your nipples gleaming with milk.”

He licks between my breasts, and I leave out a shuddering breath. His pecks come closer to my right nipple until he’s wrapping his lips around it and flicking his tongue over it gently.

I look down at my chest and find the top of his head. I can’t see his face, but I can feel his mouth enjoying my nipple.

I jerk a few times, my body unused to the embrace of such a slick tongue, but I don’t push him away. Curiosity, desire, and my mortal enemy are eating at me.

There’s a loud crackling sound as he leaves a trail of wetness from the top of my breast to the bottom.

“Can’t wait to share these with my babies,” he whispers, blowing air onto my erect nipple.

My kidnapper is crazy and delusional, but he sure knows how to love a boob.