All Chapters of The Rossi Brothers I — Luciano : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Maria. I stayed in my room, listening to every sound, and waited until I heard Luciano’s car leave before I got up and got ready for my mission. Yes, you heard that right. I can’t stay locked in here like a slave anymore; I’m going out, and my husband won't know about it. I took a quick bath and tried not to let my mind wander back to last night’s sex. I had no idea what came over me and what pushed me to go to his office almost naked. I wouldn’t lie, but I missed him, and I knew going to his office and asking to leave—even though that was the primary reason I was there—was the only way I could see him and show him what I was wearing. And it was just as I thought; Luciano wouldn’t be able to resist it. As I scrubbed my hair, the image of him grabbing it and fucking me from behind popped up in my head. Great. Now, I’m feeling horny again after last night’s sex marathon. I couldn’t count how many times Luciano took me in different positions—I stopped counting after the fo

Maria. The house was quiet when I got inside, but that wasn’t what was surprising; no one stopped me at the gate to ask where I had been. No one held me back and called Luciano to tell him I was back, which was odd. Weren’t they aware I left the house even after my husband told me not to? Or maybe Luciano wasn’t back yet, and he wasn’t aware I left. I decided to go with that excuse. I closed the door behind me and let out a breath of relief. I was inside and didn’t get caught. I smiled brightly but then quickly frowned when I saw the living room was dark except for the lamp on at the end of the room. I looked for the control switch and turned the lights on. I turned around, ready to go upstairs to my room to get changed and act like I have been home all day before Luciano comes back. “Hell!” I let out a scream, placing my hand on my chest as I stared at Luciano. How…how long has he been sitting there, and why was he home at this time? I blinked rapidly before catching mys

Maria. I stared at him in shock. Did he just ask what I think he did? I couldn’t stop blinking as I stared at his beautiful face. Did Luciano just ask to kiss me? “I’m not a patient man, butterfly, but for you, I can be patient. So tell me, do you want me to kiss you?” He whispered the question so slowly and so enticingly that I could feel myself falling into the trap. This was a trap. And there’s no way I could jump over it. He’s asking if I want him to kiss me. Hell, yes, I do. I have wondered what it would be like to be kissed by him again since our wedding. “Mariana,” he whispered with his lips so close to mine. His lips were barely touching mine, but a current shot through my body from his proximity. As much as I was still frozen by what he said, I didn’t let that hold me back. “Yes,” I answered, my voice so small and light, but it came out strong. “Are you sure?” He asked, and I parted my lips when his finger trailed on them. “Because when I kiss you, that woul

Maria. It all felt too good to be true. I felt too tired to open my eyes after Luciano pulled from me, I went to sleep as soon as he stuffed his come inside me and his arm wrapped around me. I woke up the next morning feeling happy and refreshed, but every single happiness died when I couldn't find Luciano beside me. I looked around his room and got up from his bed, checked the bathroom but he wasn't there. I decided to wash up before going out to look for him. I took my bath and changed into one of his shirts that felt like a gown on my small body before leaving his room. I was glad it was still early so Elena wasn't around, I managed to sneak into my room, brush my hair and weave one side of it then left my room without bothering to change from Luciano's shirt. The first thing I did was look around the house but the man was nowhere to be found. I frowned and when I couldn't help it, I decided to ask one of the guards standing outside. “Mrs Rossi,” he called and stood so stiff

Maria. I woke up with a wide smile on my face. I was happy, elated, and whatever other words you can think of. Though my body felt sore, I didn’t mind. Luciano became everything I wanted from my husband last night, and I freaking love it. He’s my husband, and I hope he continues acting this way—this possessiveness over me. I had never thought he cared about me the way he showed me last night. I might think worse of him, but Luciano is not who I, or everyone out there, thinks of him. With a stupid smile on my face, I tapped the bedside beside me and frowned when I felt it empty and cold. Immediately my heart fell as my eyes snapped open, taking in the empty room around me; did Luciano leave me after fucking me? Was everything that happened last night all a facade? I was hoping to wake up with me in his arms, with him trailing kisses down my shoulder as we wished each other good morning with kisses. Where is he? I got down from the bed, wincing a bit, and wrapped myself