Chapter 538: You Had To Say Them
This family needed therapy.
Actual therapy.
Not Massimo Genovese’s idea of emotional repair. Honestly, if the baby ever asked about family tradition, Veronica was going to lie. Boldly. Without shame.
"I’m so sorry," she cried, bent and kissed him through her tears, messy and trembling, her mouth searching his as if apology could become touch. Luca held on to her carefully, one hand at the back of her neck, the other at her waist.
"You had to say them," he murmured against her lips. His breath was warm against her mouth. "I needed to hear them from you because you are the only one I cannot bear to disappoint." He pulled her closer, kissing her forehead, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. "Tonight may not have helped in the way we expected..."
His hand slid lightly over her side. "But you look amazing in that costume. Do you think she’ll let us keep it?" he asked.
Vee sniffled. "It’s the least she can do."
"Agreed."
"And maybe we keep some of the toys too."
Luca’s brows rose.
A slow, wicked warmth touched his mouth. "I love it when you are greedy." He winked and kissed her again, deeper this time, his fingers sliding into her hair. The kiss began as comfort and became hunger.
Vee felt a firm pressure against her thigh. She pulled back slightly, bracing one hand on his chest so she could look down between them. "Well, hello there, big guy..."
Luca frowned. "What?"
Her gaze lifted to his face, and for the first time all night, the smile that spread across her mouth was delighted. "Just shut up and fuck me."
Vee reached between them and grabbed him through his pants, letting him feel for himself what his body had finally remembered.
He sucked in a sharp breath with a laugh. He was back. Not cured, perhaps. They would still have things to say. Memories to survive. But his body had answered her again, and the relief in Luca’s face was fierce. "Ah... Remind me to give Mistress Marceline a tip." He kissed her again before she could say more.
He rolled them carefully, shifting until he was above her with one forearm braced beside her head. "I’m going to fuck you with the costume on."
Veronica giggled.
Light and breathless, girlish even.
"I missed you," she whispered as her hand reached his belt and tugged.
Luca glanced down, then back at her. "I’m glad you’re impatient, because I don’t know how long I will last inside you."
She pulled him down until his mouth hovered over hers. "Fuck me..."
His smile curved slowly. "Yes, mistress."
Vee would have laughed again, but his hands were already on her thighs, parting them. Luca freed himself from his pants, and with just a flick of her underwear to the side, he was inside her.
He was home once again, all on his own. Veronica’s eyes fluttered shut. Her fingers dug into his belt, into his waist, into anything she could hold.
A single, deep thrust dragged a broken sound from her throat. His hand slid into her hair, while the other gripped her thigh and hooked it higher around his waist.
She rolled her hips against him. Luca fucked her harder. The floor bit into his knees. Vee’s hand slid up his chest, nails catching on skin, dragging lightly over muscle and old scars before finding the back of his neck. She pulled him down and bit his lower lip.
Luca groaned into her mouth. His teeth grazed her jaw. His mouth moved to her throat. He sucked hard enough to leave a mark, then soothed it with his tongue, only to do it again.
Her cast knocked lightly against his shoulder, and he caught her wrist at once, pinning it gently above her head.
He pushed deeper, rougher, each thrust stealing breath from her lungs. Her back arched, costume creaking softly. He caught her chin and forced her eyes to his.
The dominance returned with such force she felt it inside her. The room filled with the sounds of them. Skin against skin. Her soft cries turning sharp whenever he changed the angle and drove into the place that made her lose thought entirely.
Vee clung to him. One strap of her dress had slipped from her shoulder. Her hair had come loose. Her lips were swollen from his mouth. She wrapped her legs tighter around him and dragged him deeper with a desperate roll of her hips.
He shifted, and drove into her with a rhythm that made her slap her palm against his chest just to survive the pleasure building. He angled his thrusts slower for more strokes, making her feel every inch of him.
Veronica broke first. Her body locked beneath him, her head falling back, mouth open on a cry. Only then did he let himself go.
He buried himself deep, his body shuddering over hers as release hit him hard enough to steal the air from his lungs. His forehead dropped to her shoulder, his breath coming in rough, uneven pulls.
Veronica lay beneath him, trembling, one hand tangled in his hair. Luca lifted his head at last.
His eyes searched hers. "Its never enough..."
Veronica smiled. "Welcome back," she whispered.
His mouth curved and kissed her again.
*****
While Luca and Vee were somewhere fixing their lives with whatever deranged ritual Massimo had arranged, Marco was still trying to reach his wife.
Now, he was absolutely certain it was not all in his head. Since she arrived in Italy, it had been one excuse after another.
Every night, his own wife was too tired to be touched, too tired to be fucked. He was trying not to take it personally.
He wanted her. Not only sex, though yes, absolutely sex. He was not dead, despite recent attempts. He wanted his wife under him, over him, around him.
More than that, he wanted proof that she still wanted him. Tonight, he had made sure there would be no excuse.
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