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Hazel says she will go and get her, but I put my hand up and tell her to wait and I will. I do not even look in Anna’s direction. I am livid she put Lexi in this position.

I find Lexi vomiting into the sink. Christ, I knew being out tonight was too much for her. She sobs into her hands. I scan her body to make sure she has not been hurt, turn her around, and pull her against me.

Kissing her, I feel her shake in my arms. Her eyes wide with fear, her bottom lip trembling she scolds me for fighting and says she hates to see me like this. She wants to attend to my cuts, but it is the last thing on my mind. I need to make sure she is okay and let her understand why I did this.

“But you’ve blown this out of proportion, Lucca. David was helping me. I nearly fell, but he grabbed me before I stumbled. He wasn’t hitting on me,” she sobs, her shoulders jerking, chest rising and falling, drawing my attention to her tits that are on display. My body tenses as anger returns.

“I know that fucker. He has a reputation, Lexi, and he would have tried to claim you given the chance. You are mine, and he will not get fucking near you again. You should know better than to lead pricks like him on.” Of all the clubs, she had to walk into the lion’s den wearing practically no clothes at all. I do not think I have ever been this angry or possessive in my life.

“I didn’t do anything wrong. And leading someone on is not something I have or would ever do! What gives you the right to barge in here on me and the girls when you were seeing Francesca behind my back and ignoring me?” she asks, opening the space between us.

Shit, she knows I was seeing Fran and will be upset because I never called her and told her since my phone was off. Is that why she deliberately got herself drunk and paraded around like this, to make a point and make me jealous? Well guess what? It fucking worked.

I am not about to go into it right now. We have left Hazel and Anna out there with those thugs, and I need to get them all home. I notice her feet are bleeding. I fucking knew it. I scoop her up sit her on the vanity and clean up her the best I can with a hot, damp towel.

Standing in-between her legs, her dress is so short and has ridden up so much I can see her lace knickers. Jesus fuck. My cock is hard as steel, especially since she looks goddamn amazing and her breasts look sensational. If I am hard, then the rest of this club is as well, and that fucking angers me.

“Jesus, fuck, you need covering up.” I take my suit jacket off and put it on her backwards. Good. Her sexy tits are no longer on show.

“You can’t be serious, Lucca.”

“You are lucky I do not take my trousers off and make you wear them too. That dress is too fucking short for all those vultures to perv over those legs. You have got every fucking cock in this club hard for you … fuck … Jesus, Lexi.”

I pick her up, order the girls to grab their stuff, fish a hefty amount of cash from my pocket, and throw it on the bar, giving David a final and serious warning on the way out. I have no interest thrashing things out with him. He crossed the line and I will not forget this.

Striding at rapid pace, I keep Lexi in my arms, ignoring the stares we receive, until I get her in the car. My muscles ache. In fact, I am in agony. My ribs must be bruised, and my jaw numb. My lower back spasms with spearing pain with every step I take, but there is no way I am letting her walk on those feet. I will get over the pain. Lexi is my concern.

Back in the house, Cameron seems to have the same opinion as I do that Lexi should not be wearing an outfit like that in a club. She has not spoken to me since we left the restroom in the club. She is mad at me still, but there is no point talking it out tonight. She has had too much to drink.

I search for Lexi’s pills and painkillers and pour her a glass of water. I need to feed her. She has missed dinner, been sick all night, and should not be taking tablets on an empty stomach. I plan to make omelettes for everyone. Anna mentions something about Lexi getting offered a modelling contract with Giovanni Costanzo no less, not that I am surprised.

When I turn around she has gone upstairs. I give Anna a good talking to about her immature irresponsibility tonight and explain to Cameron what happened. Leaving them to sort out their own food, I go and check on Lexi.

She is curled on the floor of the suite bathroom, out cold. She must be exhausted. I try speaking to her, but she groans and will not wake up any time soon. I was hoping to get some water into her. Carefully, I pick her up, take her to the bed, strip her of that sexy dress that looks more like blingy lingerie, and place her in bed. Her body is limp as her head rolls against my chest.

Moving her hair from her face, I sigh, watching her sleeping for a long time. I listen to every single breath she takes. Finding the antiseptic supplies in the bathroom, I clean up her feet again, properly this time, and put cream on her bruises but forgo putting her sling on because she looks comfortable. Then I wet a face cloth and gently wash her face. She moans softly, stirs a few times, but does not wake up.

In the bathroom I stare at my cuts and bruises and clean them up. Wincing, I let out a low grumble when I try to twist or turn, so I throw two painkillers and an anti-inflammatory pill down my throat, hoping it will take the edge off.

Marco had called and texted to ask how things went. I call him back and give the heads-up on what happened with David. He might come after me or threaten Osurac, or worse …
Lexi.

I will need to get someone to watch him closely. I ask Marco to get a hold of the private investigator my Uncle Genaro used to use to keep tabs on him and tell him to get Suzanne to contact her sister, Casey, to ask about a recommended therapist for Fran.

Back in bed, I slide in beside Lexi and pick up her dainty wrist, kissing it over and over. I rest it on my chest, near my heart, then wrap my arm around her until exhaustion takes hold of me.

 

 

In the morning when Lexi comes to, she gasps and reaches to touch my swollen lip and eye with a look of disgust in her eyes. I tell her I want to take her to the clinic to get the wounds on her feet checked. After stressing my concerns about David in the shower, we clear the air about what happened with Fran.

Closing my eyes, I allow the water to rush over me. Lexi’s lips and gentle fingers kiss and touch the bruises all over my face and torso. The second her lips kiss the bruise on my lower abs, just above my deep V, my cock hardens and twitches. I could fuck her here in the shower, but I do not want her standing too long on her feet.

“If your hangover is not too bad, I would love to take you back to bed,” I croon in a raspy tone against her ear pressing my hard-on against her hip.

“I’m all yours.” She smiles reaching for my cock. Fuck! We are interrupted with Cameron at the suite door.
Bad fucking timing, mate.

Lexi and Cameron obviously need to talk in private; he has her journal in his hand and his face is downcast, eyes dark. I throw some clothes on in the bathroom and go make breakfast. I check in with Suzanne and Casey, making the final arrangements for Fran’s therapy, and then call Donita to say Lexi and I are going to visit today. Lexi wants to and I admire her for caring about Fran.

Interrupting Lexi and Cameron’s intimate moment, I tell them breakfast is ready. They must have had a lot to talk about. Both of them look like they have been crying. They obviously needed this. I am so relieved Cameron is here supporting Lexi and she is gradually learning to open up. The journal has been great therapy for her already, and she has not even shared anything in it with me yet. She will when she is ready.

Plating the fried breakfast, hoping the greasy food will remedy everyone’s hangovers, I quiz Lexi about Giovanni Costanzo. She clams up, becomes edgy, and I am not sure if it because she thinks I will be angry about it. Trying to relax her, I advise her if it is not suggestive, nude, explicit, or seedy, then I think it is a good idea. It might increase her self-respect and boost her confidence.

She refuses, so I do not press it because I think she is hiding something. Cameron scratches his jaw, watching us with rapt attention.

Lexi goes back to bed, and the others go out. I catch up on a mountain of work and then thankfully we have the house to ourselves. I crawl into bed and seduce my girl. Waiting on the bath to fill, I tenderly kiss every inch of her skin, bruised or not. I lavish her body with licks of my tongue and sensual open-mouthed kisses.

In the bath, Lexi rides me hard, fast, and furiously good. God, I have missed being inside her and sharing this connection. She oozes confidence today and wants to be in control. I give it to her. I hand her over the reins because it does crazy things to me. Seeing her so turned on and riding me like she cannot get enough blows my mind. It only increases my arousal for her.

I am turning my sweet little angel into a sexual master of erotic pleasure.

Too fucking perfetto.

My name is a cry on her lips as her core convulsing around me, body trembling, breasts swaying, fingers gripping, head dropping. It urges me to cum hard, deep, and explosive, my release erupting inside her.

When she collapses on my chest, images of not having this connection, of not being inside her, or losing her, flash through my post-orgasmic thoughts. I am not sure if it is the fear from last night that David would try and own her or make a pass at her, but I feel exceptionally possessive of her, now more than ever.

I know I want to make her mine and will be keeping her in my life forever, and there is no better way than to make her my wife. Everything I feel for her, every experience I share with her, just makes me fall deeper in love with her. Nothing makes more sense to me tight now. If she were my wife, it would make me complete.

Gaining equilibrium after my sensational rush of pleasure, I stroke her back and kiss her head.

“That was amazing. I am the luckiest man on Earth. Lexi, I love you. I cannot wait to call you Mrs. Caruso someday,” I say with rapt intent.

“Hmmm … WHAT!” she yells, a complete contrast to the sweet humming sound she was making against my neck. I love fiery Lexi Robertson. I will love fiery Mrs. Caruso as well.

“Si, you are going to be my wife,” I add seriously, feeling blissfully elated with her body connected to my own.

“You’re a big fan of yourself, Romeo. Have you got a crystal ball?” She giggles and it is the sweetest sound.

I lift her head and smile coyly. She should know by now how persistent I can be, and I need a new challenge. Getting her on a date was my first hurdle.
Conquered
. I need a new challenge because I love to plan ahead, and Lexi is very much in my life forever, whether she admits it or not.
She is my new life.

“It is inevitable. You are mine forever, so it’s definitely going to happen.” I smile playfully and shrug. She is going to get tired of me asking because I will not give up until she says yes. She puts up a case like she always does. I humour her. Her granny and dog are not going to come between me and marrying my girl. The sooner Lexi realises that the better.

“Doc, if I could, I would have you signing marriage papers this afternoon, declaring you as mine, but I want to do things right and give you the best. I mean it, Lexi. You are going to be my wife.”

We have a long chat in the bath, get dried, dressed, and tidied up. Before she calls her grandparents, we talk about how long we will stay here. I have not exactly thought about it, but I am in no way ready for us to go home. After everything that has happened, we need this time together. I make a mental note to contact Mark and arrange coverage for Lexi in the physiotherapy clinic while she is off.

That is going to be an awkward conversation. A few weeks ago I called him to beg for an appointment with Lexi because I was so desperate. Now I need to tell him Lexi is my girl, we are living together, she has been in an accident, and is not coming back to work yet. Recalling it in my mind, it sounds pretty surreal.

This is as real as it gets. Lexi in my life, and I will not have it any other way.
She is my life, my new life … and hopefully soon my new wife.

Standing at the doorway, I smile, watching her laugh and smile on the phone to her grandfather, Alexander. Her whole face lights up and sparkles brighter than any of the diamonds I have for her.

It is endearing to know that she has a good relationship with him. At least she has a good, caring fatherly figure and role model in her life that is not the crazed psychopath that fathered her.

 

 

 

Part one: Lussuria ~ Lucca’s Words

“Lussuria ~ Chapter Twenty Six: I’ve Got You”

 

 

 

Chapter 20

 

I Have Her

 

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