Ruthless Mafia 47

Emerging from the first and only cold shower she’d ever taken in her entire life, Zorah was even crankier now than she’d
been getting into the icy water. Mumbling under her breath about an abuse of power and being punished for things she
hadn’t even done wrong, she smeared toothpaste on her toothbrush and angrily began brushing her teeth.
A snicker behind her made her look up in the mirror and she paused in her vigorous scrubbing, “what?”
“You look like you want to shank me with the toothbrush.”
She returned to scrubbing and looked away from him.
“Amoré, I want nothing more than to take you to bed and bury myself deep inside you until dawn, but you were right
this week when you pointed out my disrespect. More importantly, I’ve realized my errors and coming into this city, seeing
the buildings and structures which have stood for thousands of years, it struck me hard why these things all stand when
newer buildings topple.”
She wondered what the heck he was talking about as she spat a glob of toothpaste into the sink and then added water to
her brush and returned to scrubbing. Watching the white gel slip down the black sink into the drain reminded her of her
own self-control, spiraling into the sewer of her brain. Zorah wanted to smack his hands off her when he stood behind
her towel-clad form and rested his hands against her hips.
“Zorah, my love, a good foundation. We need a good foundation so we can have a long life together. The sex between us
is going to be amazing. I can’t look at you sideways without popping an erection. If I wasn’t so hellbent on making sure I
right the wrongs I’ve committed, I would prove to you right now by simply lifting up this tiny towel and sliding into you
very easily, I’m still ridiculously hard for you.”
“You are?”
“I am. I’d invite you to touch and see for yourself, but I’m quite concerned your anger would leave me sterile. I feel like
you’d rip my balls off.”
She tried not to smile at his teasing as she rinsed her mouth with a paper cup full of water and then set her toothbrush
on the counter. “I’m not angry enough to cause you physical harm, I simply don’t understand this feeling of frustration. It
is new for me.” A small kiss to her shoulder and she met his gaze in the mirror, “and it feels like you’re teasing me.”
He gave a sad smile, “I’m not trying to tease you, Zorah. I genuinely lose control every single time my lips are on you. My
desire for you is unparalleled. Nothing and nobody could begin to understand how much, how desperately I want you.
You deserve more though. At the risk of angering you, I’ve experienced hundreds of orgasms in my life, Zorah but you’ve
felt how many, five or six since yesterday? You never even touched yourself before meeting me.”
While her cheeks turned a cherry red she pursed her lips at him, “so?”
“So. You deserve better than a man with no self-control. You deserve for the first time you actually make love, for the first
time you experience more than foreplay but actual sex for it to be with someone you love.”
His words struck her, and she swallowed nervously, “Icaro.”
“Zorah,” he turned her, his hands staying on her hips as he regarded her seriously. “I know I love you. I may have fooled
myself into thinking sex without any emotion was unimportant, but it was important. It has created a situation where you
doubt my love and for this I will never stop apologizing. I have loved you from the moment they put you in my hands
and you opened your big brown eyes and stared up at me. I felt it sizzle all the way to my soul. Not leaving with you the
very day I found you has forever changed me. Do you know, you are the first and only Lucchesi bride who has not been
with their one from the day they were discovered?”
She frowned, “what? This cannot be right. The men on the plane were talking how one of your relatives found his one
and she was married to someone else.”
“Yet, from the minute he found her, he was with her. He literally slept in his car right outside her home.”
“Wasn’t her husband angry?”
“He sure was but he was an abusive son of a bitch, so I think it was by day two she’d snuck out of the house to go sleep
in the back seat of the car with my uncle while her husband was passed out on drink.”
“Oh.”
“I was forced for twenty-one years to be apart from the one thing which keeps me from sliding into a bloodlust. It has
been hard, but I should have been a better man.”
“Bloodlust?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t understand.”
He smiled at her, “how about, you finish getting changed into your nightclothes. I’m going to take a quick shower myself
and get into pajamas which I’ve never worn a day in my life. Then the dinner I’ve ordered should be here and we will sit
outside on the balcony overlooking the city.” He kissed her nose, “I will tell you all about my ancestral grandmother, her
prayers, the reason for them and the outcome. I will explain to you exactly why it is the Lucchesi family men have brides
who are meant to be the balance of our darkness.”
“Okay.”
“You are my light, my beautiful blushing bride. I adore you. I have not shown you the best parts of me yet, but I will. I am
a hundred percent certain, before our thirty days are up, you will fall in love with me. What I want for you, for us, is for
you to have what you deserve.”
“What I deserve?”
“All your life you’ve dreamed of having a loving husband who you loved and adored and who would make you feel
special and worthy. I diminished the value you deserve to feel. In my head, Zorah, I believed me loving you was enough
but the person you give yourself to, Zorah, the first man you,” he paused, “make love with, should be one you love and
respect. Right now, you’re feeling like you’ve traded your life for that of your family and friends. I cannot deny a selfish
part of me wants for you to want me because you love me. However, most important to me is for when you wake up in
the morning after we’ve made love the first time,” he turned her back towards the mirror, “I want you to be able to look
at yourself here and feel no regret or remorse for what we’ve done.”
They stared at each other in the mirror for several long seconds and then she nodded once. She cursed herself for the
tears which rose because his words were striking true to her. She wanted her first time to be with someone she loved.
It killed her to admit it. Icaro was right.