Chapter 4

Lucano’s POV

“Were you thinking I wouldn't find out about your little secret?”  My voice was cold, dripping with vice. “Nathan.” At the mention of his name she flinched, shock brewing in her eyes and spreading deep into her bones.

Her face contorted into a mask of hurt. “You shot him.” She whimpered, almost crying. “Why did you do that?”  

I shrugged, “I warned you, Lena. No man touches you except me. You are mine now. Let that stick.” I grabbed her wrist, pulling her away. 

“What about him?” She questioned, looking at that cheating bastard with so much tenderness. If only she knew how many holes that prick of his has been in. 

My hands coiled tightly around the pistol till my knuckles turned white. I should’ve aimed for his head. But she’ll be scared of me more than she already is. “My guys will take him to the hospital, we have a flight to catch, and you have wifey duties to perform.” 

Once in the plane, she looked out the window, and her jaw remained tight. Arms remained crossed around her chest like she was protecting a part of herself from fuming, a part I hadn’t seen yet. She looked ravishing in that bridal gown. The afternoon sun peeking through the window shone perfectly on her fair skin, giving her an angelic glow and highlighting her perfectly sculpted collarbones. 

Everything about her was intriguing. My body was aching to be near her in ways it had never done for any woman. She kept biting her bottom lip, a habit I noticed she had when she’s nervous. 

Till the plane landed, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Even in her state of sleep, she still broke through the barriers I put up since I lost someone precious.

I brushed her hair slightly, feeling its silky texture on my skin. “We’ve landed,” I whispered into her ear. 

Startled, she jerked backwards into her seat. An amused smile tugged at my lips, making her frown. “That’s not funny,” She whined. 

I grinned, “No. It’s not.” I gave her my hands, helping her up. She collided against my chest; her heart was a beating mess. So was mine. “You look breathtaking when you sleep. I just can’t resist you.” Her eyes widened as colour splashed on her cheeks, turning them pink.  I was shocked at how soft I sounded, but I still smiled at the clueless look in her ocean blue eyes.

“Welcome, Mr and Mrs Baricelli,” William Adler, my butler, greeted, as soon as we stepped into the house. 

Lena gaped wide, admiring the grandeur and minimalist aesthetic of my house. Seems my little bride has excellent taste too. I smiled at her, walking further away with Mr Adler. 

“Is our room ready?” 

“Everything is as you instructed, Sir. ” He cleared his throat, sounding nervous. “Do I inform Mr Baricelli of your arrival?”

My eyes darted across the room, and Lena was running her hands over the wall paintings. 

Italy is my dad’s city, meaning he has eyes everywhere and is very much aware. Lena looked worn out. She could use a bit of bed rest. “That won’t be necessary,” I finally muttered after a few considerations. 

Just one, actually. Lena.

“I’ll be in the kitchen, if you need anything else.” He gave a curt nod and left.

“Come on, Lena. I have a surprise for you,” She followed slowly behind.

The floral and musky scent from the rose petals sprawled on my room floor hit our olfactory senses the moment we stepped inside. Candles were lit to form a heart shape with Lena’s name in the middle. That was exactly how my heart felt, since I laid my eyes on her. On fire.  

I took in her reaction. It was satisfying to watch. She smiled, bright and wide, exposing her beautiful dentition. That was the first time I had ever seen her smile genuinely, and it ignited a fire inside me. 

I wasn’t sure if it was good or bad, giving one person this much power over me. I was used to being in control. With Lena, it feels like I'm losing it, and it scares me. Our contract is just for five years. I should be able to let her go after then, but what if I can't? 

“It’s beautiful,” She muttered softly. 

“Nothing compared to you, wifey,” I remarked, making her blush, before handing her a box.

“What’s inside?”

“You ask too many questions, Lena. Just open it and do what the note says.”

“Wear me tonight,” She read aloud, bringing the lace fabric out of the box. “Uh-huh,” She protested, looking at it with disgust in her eyes. “There is no way. I’m wearing this fish net.” 

“Yes, you will .You will wear this fish net and perform a dance for me tonight.” I grazed my lips on her ear, “Or do it naked.”

“I’ll leave you to prepare,” I added and headed out.

Later that night, I came back to the room after my spa session. Surprisingly, she wore the white lace lingerie she called a fish net earlier and cuffed her hands together. “I knew you had it in you.” 

She rolled over, arching her back in a sexy and curvy position. The lingerie was see-through, it left nothing to my imagination. I could see her hardened red nipples, her sexy thighs. When she sucked in her lips, I could feel my cock throbbing aggressively in my pants. 

“What now, Mr Lucano?” She said my name with a slutty look in her eyes. One that was devoid of any innocence. 

“Now, I’m going to fuck you, till every other man looks like a woman to you.” 

And I did. 

The following morning, I sat beside the bed, checking and replying to important text messages. My next shipment was on its way. 

Lena was still sleeping. I allowed her. She needed it especially after the ministrations I rendered to her last night. Putting her in different positions, letting her ride my cock till she reached her climax, pouring her slimy juice all over my cock. 

If there weren't blood stains on the bed as evidence that she was a virgin, I’d say she’d done this a million times. 

There were movements on her side of her bed. Snapping me from my thoughts. She had woken up.

“What happened here?” She said softly, trailing her hands on the scars on my back. 

I flinched as I relieved the trauma. The crash that claimed my twin sister’s life. The face of the truck driver who drove right into us flashed before my eyes.  The fire. Hot as a furnace. The smoke fanned my nostrils. The screams. The blaring sound of sirens. 

I sucked my teeth, holding in the pain of that moment, but I didn't want to break down in front of her. Didn't want her to perceive me as weak.  

I brushed her hands off. “Get dressed, we are having breakfast at my parents' mansion. I need you to be on your A game. You have to make my father believe you are worthy of our family name and I'm capable of love. If he doesn’t, our deal is off, and we both lose.” I breathed, “Know this, if you think I’m ruthless, my father is way worse.”