Luca

Chapter Five

He shakes his head slightly and leans down, pushing me back into the couch. He kisses me softly on the lips before slowly moving to my jaw, and then my ear, and then down to my neck just under my ear.

As he presses into me with his body, one of his hands brushes the sensitive skin of my breast before gently massaging. A soft moan escapes my lips and I cling to him.

He begins to suck on the spot on my neck, then kisses it tenderly, and moves lower. He stops just above my collarbone, his lips seeming to work magic there too. I sigh uncontrollably.

His lips lift slightly off of my skin but I feel them move as he speaks. "You like that, piccola?"

"Mmhmm" I mumble. I feel him smirk against my skin before a stinging sensation, pain mixed with pleasure, erupts under his lips. His teeth rest on my skin, a silent warning.

"Yes sir." I whisper, desperate for him to continue. He presses his lips to the now sensitive skin before. He slides his hand from my breast down my stomach slowly, the shirt riding up. His fingers graze over the waistband of the boxers I'm wearing and then lower, where my arousal is obvious.

Mixed emotions are flying through my brain as he simultaneously moves his lips and his fingers, dragging out my pleasure and making me question what I'm doing. I shouldn't be trusting him enough to let him touch me. I should be angry or scared, something other than excited and desperate for his touch.

Suddenly, Luca removes his hand from my body and sits up. He stares into my eyes, the corner of his mouth slowly twisting up. My breath is still heavy and irregular.

"That's it?" I whisper, still not thinking straight.

He smiles fully now. He leans down and runs a finger over the sensitive spots on my neck that are surely red.

"I told you when we first met that I don't like to share. I hope you spend the rest of the day.... frustrated." He laughs. "Remember, piccola, you are mine."

He walks toward the bedroom door as if nothing had happened. Before leaving, he turns his head toward me. "Your room should have clothes in it for you now. I'll get something for you to wear while you shower." My jaw drops and he is gone before I can respond.

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I step out of the shower and see clothes folded on the counter, a lacey thong resting on top of the stack. I smile and shake my head before putting it on. The clothes are made of a soft, fuzzy fabric that I can't wait to wear. I slip the crop top over my head after putting on the shorts. I brush my hair with my fingers, throw on the matching cardigan and walk downstairs to pick up after breakfast and hopefully find something to eat.

The kitchen is a disaster, empty plates and trays cover both the counter and the table. Other than dishes and trash, the kitchen is empty, all of the men are gone.

I snack on some dry cereal while picking up. By the time I'm done, it's already 11 so I decide to start on lunch.

Luca walks in the door at exactly 12, Romeo and another man following closely. Luca smirks when he sees me. His eyes linger on me before moving to the food I'm placing on the island. We make our plates and sit at the table. It's silent while everyone eats except for the sounds of forks scraping plates.

"Giovanni, this is Amelia. She'll be staying here from now on." The man, Giovanni, turns to me. He's larger than Luca, both in height and build. Giovanni nods and continues eating.

Weird. Wait a second.

"From now on? I'm in college, I was supposed to headline a show in August! I haven't finished the designs! You can't keep me here!" My volume rises as my anger builds. I stand and put my hands on the table. Luca's jaw ticks and he stands too, calmly.

He wipes his mouth with a napkin and then slowly places it on his plate.

"Yes. A shame about your show, though."

"What gives you the right to keep me here?"

"One million dollars," Luca starts toward me, "and it seems you've forgotten your place here." He grips my bicep and starts walking toward the front door.

Where is he taking me? What was I thinking, talking like that to the head of the literal freaking mafia?

The anger rolls off of him in waves, crushing my lungs and squeezing my heart. My stomach drops as he opens the front door and drags me outside.

"Do you forget who I am, piccola?" He chuckles darkly. "I'll show you." We walks quickly, forcing me to run to keep up with his long strides.

We make our way down a cobblestone path toward a stone building. It looks innocent enough, but I know better. It's silent, even the birds and the breeze feeling Luca's wrath and steering clear. I should have done the same.

Luca enters a code in the pad by the door and it clicks open. He lets go of my arm and gestures for me to go inside. Not wanting to anger him further, I tentatively take a step. The lights flicker on as we enter.

It's a meeting room? I look around at the large table in the center room with chairs pressed neatly under it, the bookshelves lining the walls, and the mini fridge under the window.

I turn to Luca, his eyes emotionless. He closes the door behind him and walks over to one of the bookshelves. He pulls a book from the shelf, then a second, and the shelf starts to move. He replaces the books and steps back. A stairway is revealed, steep, narrow, and dimly lit. Luca pushes me forward, toward the stares.

As we descend, I hear faint moaning. I stop, fearing what I will see at the bottom. Luca nudges my lower back, his hand going lower with each second I wait. As his hand reaches the curve of my backside, I continue down the stairs.

The narrow stairwell opens into a large room with concrete walls and floors. Dark stains cover the floor and I try not to think about what they likely are. A man is hunched in the corner. Luca places his hand on the wall and a brighter light turns on. The man in the corner is naked and shackled, hands and feet bound. He's covered and dirt and blood with bruises littering his skin. I gasp as bile threatens at the back of my throat.

I feel Luca's warmth behind me as his body presses into mine. He wraps his arms around me, one lightly resting at the base of my throat and the other settling on my lower stomach. His hot breath tickles my ear as he whispers. "Do you see now, piccola?"

I nod. "Yes sir."

He kisses my ear and then my jaw, tracing his lips softly around my neck.

"Do you want to go back to the house?" His lips move against my skin.

"Please, sir." I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut, praying for the image of the man in the corner to disappear, for his cries of pain to be replaced with silence.

Luca hums and I feel him press into my back. "You'll be a good girl, won't you?"

"Yes, sir."