Blame It on the Shame (Blame It on the Shame: Lou-Lou and Ricardo's Story #1) (34 page)

He nips my bottom lip and a low groan erupts from him. Arousal courses through me, pooling between my legs.

He presses his lips to the base of my throat and his thumb begins teasing my nipple through my bra. I feel the hum of tension between us getting stronger, building to an inferno. “Fuck me,” I whisper.

He pauses and his eyes fix on my face. “I'm not going to fuck you. At least, not until I'm sure it's what you really want and you're ready.”

I'm about to protest and tell him that I'm
positive
I'm ready, but he lifts my dress up and hooks his fingers onto the sides of my panties, rendering me speechless.

He gives me a sexy smirk, his expression predatory. “But I am going to fuck you with my tongue until you're coming on my face.”

I stare at him wide-eyed. “God, Ricardo. You're
mouth
.
”

“Will be licking every inch of your pretty pussy tonight,”
he says matter-of-factly.

Faster than I can blink, he peels off my panties and stuffs them in his pocket. He eases my legs apart and I become dizzy with desire when he gets on his knees before me and proceeds to bury his face between my thighs.

His tongue surges inside me, teasing me with slow licks until I'm breathless. I moan and my head lolls back when he flicks and sucks my clit into his mouth.

Then he growls my name...and his mouth is on me,
really
on me.

He wasn't kidding about licking every inch of me. He's claiming my pussy with his mouth, leaving
no
part unpleasured.

He continues bathing me with his incredible tongue and my legs start shaking. I'm
positive
nothing in the world has ever felt so good.

That's when he looks up at me. His dark eyes are hooded and his face is etched with lust.

That
look alone could make a woman climax. And it does because the next wave of pleasure that hits me feels beyond the realm of my self-control.

He continues sucking, licking and eating me with intense fervor, never letting up. Not even when I'm pounding on his car with one hand and grabbing his hair with the other—all while screaming his name at the top of my lungs because I'm coming so hard and fast into his mouth.

I fall back against the hood of his mustang and fight to catch my breath. Fight to catch my surroundings. Hell, fight to catch my sanity.

I watch his shoulders rise and fall before he plants a tender kiss on my pussy and stands up.

If he thinks this is over....he's dead wrong.

He struck the match and lit the fucking fire...and he has no idea about the explosion that's about to go off.

He leans down to kiss me and I suck his lower lip into my mouth. My fingers find his belt and I frantically begin undoing it.

“Wait,” he says, his hands cupping my face. “Are you sure? You don't...
we
don't.”

I ignore him and drag his zipper down. My eyes bug out of my head when I free his erection.

Holy hell.

He's large, thick,
powerful
....and fucking
perfect
. The glint of metal from his piercing only adding to its magnificence.

“I love you and I want you, Ricardo.” And because I want to provoke him I add, “Now take me and make me
yours
.”

My words must trigger a carnal hunger in him because he hitches one of my legs around his waist possessively.

His eyes flash and his jaw locks. “You are
mine
,” he says right before I feel the tip of his cock start to enter me.

“I'm yours,” I say because I am.

I
so
fucking am.

He ever-so-slowly begins to enter me, being as gentle as he can as I stretch to accommodate him.

“Fuck,” we both exhale at the same time when he's fully inside me.

I've never felt anything like this before and I don't think he has either. He hasn't even started thrusting and
already
it feels phenomenal.

I look up at him. “Does it
always
feel this good?”

His arm wraps around me and lightning zaps the sky. “Never. It's
never
felt this good before.”

I think this is what people mean when they talk about finding their missing puzzle piece.

Ricardo's mine. He's inside me, filling me, fixing all the cracks. He's making me brand new instead of damaged.

He exhales sharply. “Tell me when I can start,” he rasps, his voice husky.

“Now. Please now,” I say, although it comes out like a plea.

The palpable heat of desire pulses through me with his first thrust and my body catches on fire.

He smooths his thumb along my jaw and tips my head up before he plants a trail of kisses from my chin to my neck.

He rocks himself into me faster, picking up the pace and I moan when he swivels his hips and his piercing hits what has to be my g-spot.

He almost pulls out completely and I whimper but then he's slamming into me again and I start quivering. He looks like he's about to stop, but these trembles and shakes come with pleasure.
Amazing
ripples of pleasure. “Don't stop. Don't you dare stop. These are good ones,” I pant.

His mouth slants over mine and he pulls me into a kiss so scorching my brain scrambles and all I can do is succumb to everything he's doing to me.

He thrusts into me harder and faster and I feel a burst of warmth between my legs as I begin jerking against him.

My scream gets lost in the sound of thunder as I climax and a torrential downpour begins falling all around us.

“I love you,” he whispers as I ride the final wave of my orgasm.

I almost want to cry but I can't because
all
I feel is happiness.

I realize that this right here
is
my miracle. This is everything I have ever wished for.

No matter what may happen in the future, this moment means everything to me.

He pumps into me again and his face strains against his pleasure. He's holding himself back for some reason and that's
not
okay.

I need him to let go, I want to make him feel just as good as he makes me feel.

I kiss his jaw and wrap my arms around his neck. “I want
you
, Ricardo and I love you.”

My hands grab his firm ass and I pivot my hips and pull him even deeper inside me. He curses under his breath before he slides a hand under the thickness of my hair and his eyes flick to mine. Then he groans my name and I feel his cock throb and swell as he comes.

We both take a breath and he quickly pulls my dress back down and gives me another kiss.

I melt against him. I never want him to stop kissing me, ever.

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “We'll figure everything out, Lou-Lou. You
have
to be honest with me and trust me, though. No more bullshit.”

“No more bullshit,” I say. “I trust you. We'll get through this together.”

He picks me up and begins walking us to the apartment building. “We will.”

Epilogue (DeLuca)

“I told you it was a bad idea to piss off those women,” Marlene says. “Especially women who practice stregoneria. I mean, that's
witchcraft
.” She shudders. “And according to my research...they practice malevolent magic.” She turns in her seat to look at me. “They warned you what would happen if you continued threatening them. No
wonder
your house got blown up. They weren't kidding about refusing to help you break your family's curse.”

She crosses her arms and pouts. “Besides, I think they were wrong about Lucianna. Trust me, she's
not
special.”

Before the bitch can blink, my hand is around her throat and she's struggling to breathe. “Shut the fuck up.”

I'm going to blow this cunt's head off if she says one more goddamn word.

But then again...having Marlene around does prove to be useful...sometimes.

And by useful, I'm referring to the sounds of her choking on my come as I continue ramming my dick down her throat.

However, Marlene is no substitute for my Bambina

No one is.

I tighten the hand around her throat and pull my zipper down with my other hand. “Maybe this will keep you quiet for awhile.”

She parts her lips and I shove my cock into her mouth. “Lucianna
is
special. More special than you will ever be. Do you hear me?”

She nods and I press down on her head until she starts gagging. “Take it!”

Fuck, on second thought...this bitch isn't going to do it for me after all.

But I know what will.

My dick grows harder as I picture Lucianna's soft lips wrapped around me and those bright brown eyes of hers looking up at me while she takes me deep. Looking up at me like I'm her
savior
...her
master
...her
god
...like I'm the most important person in the world to her.

As she
should
...because I
am
.

I saved her when no one else in the world did. When no one else in the world gave a single fuck about her.

The strength she possessed called out to me that fateful night and I knew she was meant to be
mine
.

My instincts proved to be right the moment she saw my demonic black heart for all that it was and she still managed to love me.

Although, she
did
try to run away from me once.

I was going to kill her...but I was so enraptured by her strength and beauty I couldn't bring myself to do it.

My Lucianna's a fighter if there ever was one. I realized that killing her would do me a great disservice.

However, it never stopped me from sucking every ounce of strength from her in order to keep her mine.

I learned my lesson about what happens when I let my pretty broken birds fly away.

I learned my lesson when that
whore
Isabella deceived me. The only reason I let her live back then was because she produced a son for me.

She was the chosen one...she was special.

Well, until I needed to teach my ingrate good-for-nothing son a lesson.

But unlike
that
bitch...Lucianna
is
special.

She would never deceive me...the fact that she passed my little test with flying colors proved it.

She both loves me and equally fears me...just as she should.

Hell, she wouldn't even go near those men because her heart, soul, and body belong to me.

I knew my Lucianna was special long before that fortune teller did.