All Chapters of The Rossi Brothers I — Luciano : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Maria. I thought things would be more awkward between Luciano and me after the whole orgasm incident, but nothing changed. We slipped back into our normal routine as if none of it ever happened, as if he didn’t make me have three mind-blowing orgasms that night. I don’t know why this bothers me so much; no matter how hard I try not to think about it, I can't help myself, and it drives me mad. He touched me, made me come, and then disappeared, acting arrogant again as if none of those things happened. The freaking asshole! I lay on my bed with my mind racing with thoughts. I had been there since I woke up, doing nothing and feeling bored out of my mind. The only thing I could think about was Luciano’s hand on my body; it seemed my brain could only focus on that, and it was getting out of control. I should get out of this room and stop thinking about the man I was supposed to hate with everything I have. I need to do something before I go mad. I got off the bed and walked out of

Luciano. What the fuck am I doing? I shouldn’t be here, fuck I shouldn’t be wanting my wife. The right thing I'm supposed to do is hate her not want her until I’m rock hard as a fucking steel. I hate this side of me, I shouldn’t be dreaming about her. It’s ridiculous how distracted I am, and that’s completely unacceptable. I stared at the documents in front of me, which I needed to get in order before midnight, and groaned. Documents I couldn’t concentrate on even if my life depended on it. And that’s all because of my wife. I can’t go a second without thinking about how my finger felt in her tight pussy, I can’t go a second without thinking about how my cock will feel like sliding inside her cunt. I don’t know why I couldn’t resist her, out of the whole ladies in this fucking world, she’s the only one I couldn’t resist. As if my life isn’t fucked up enough? I let out a sigh, closed my eyes, and picked one of the documents in front of me. I should do this. “Boss.” Kyl

Luciano.Letting out another curse I took the bedsheet off her body and ground my teeth at the pitiful sight of Mariana curled like a baby on the bed.Her whole body was wet with sweat but was shivering like the air was fucking cold.“Mariana,” I called tapping her shoulder lightly but the only thing she did was moan lightly without opening her eyes.What the fuck is wrong with her?She wasn’t like this the other day so what went wrong?“Wake up, butterfly,” I said softly and tapped her shoulder again.When the hell did I start talking softly?“Hmm.” She moaned and tried moving to the other side but I grabbed her, I stared at her face.“Mariana,”“Hmm.”“Wake up,” I pulled her up and paused when she let out another sound.Shit! What should I do?I have no fucking idea what to do right now, I have never taken care of a sick person before.I watched her intensely as she struggled to open her eyes, she blinked when her gaze settled on my face.“Luc…..” she called softly. Her voice sounde

Maria. I was feeling better than I had two days ago; the headache was gone, and I no longer felt feverish. Luciano had been in my room more times than I could count to check on me. He didn’t sleep beside me like he did the first night, but I still held his hand until I fell asleep every night. I hate to admit it, but I love doing that. I love waking up beside him; however, I guess we are back to our normal lives. He doesn’t have to take care of me anymore since I’m feeling better now—I wish I hadn’t gotten better so quickly. At night, I feel his hands all over my body and his soft lips pecking my forehead, leaving me to wonder what it would feel like to kiss him. I went to sleep with dreams of him touching me more intimately, giving me more orgasms than I could ever fathom. I wanted that more than ever—a release or anything to help me think straight, and the only person capable of giving it to me hates me. I let out a sigh as Elena hummed inside my walk-in closet, organizing thi

Maria. “I… don’t know how,” I whispered, embarrassed. My cheeks were so red now that I feared they might burst open. “What do you mean by that?” he asked, and I struggled to meet his gaze. “I… don't know how,” I answered again. I realized I didn’t have to feel shy around him. If he wanted to fuck me, then he should know everything about me. Despite growing up in a world where sex and drugs were abundant, I had no understanding of what sex truly entailed. I could see that my naivety was surprising him. “You must be joking,” he said, but I remained silent. He could believe what he wanted. He let out a breath and mumbled something under his breath that I couldn’t quite make out. “How about I teach you how?” He wasn’t asking. “Run your fingers on your pussy.” He instructed, and for a while, I zoned out. I didn’t realize he was talking to me. “Run those pretty fingers on your pussy, butterfly.” He growled. I licked my lip and then slowly did as he said. I brought my hand do