Chapter 108

Marabella’s POV

I woke to the sound of the bedroom opening and closing. I looked over my shoulder and saw my husband standing at the door, staring at me. As the scene on t.v changed, I saw a glimmer shine over his skin. That’s when I knew that he was covered in blood. Panic sat in at his silence. I sat straight up in bed. “Daddy, are you okay?”, I asked.

“Yes, piccola”, he uttered, still not moving from his spot. I tilted my head to the side as I studied him. “Is it yours?”, I uttered, as I stood from the bed and started to walk towards him. “No”, he said, putting his hand out to stop me. I stopped and looked at him confused. “What’s happening, daddy?”, I whispered, getting worried.

“Marabella, I have to apologize to you. I did something bad, something that may affect you. And I couldn’t stop myself. Not when he kept talking the way he did”, Luca rambled. “Daddy. Take a breath, slow down”, I uttered, walking up to him, not letting him stop me this time. “I just beat the fuck out of your father, piccola”, he whispered, his voice breaking slightly, as he watched for my reaction.

My eyebrows creased, as I shook my head. “Okay, I don’t understand why you are so upset, handsome. Come”, I whispered, taking his hand and pulling him towards the bathroom for a shower. Luca followed me on autopilot. I started the shower, and turned to undress him. His eyes followed my every movement. The sorrow on his face was unmistakeable. He was truly beating himself up for losing control over my father.

“What did he say to you?”, I asked, slipping his shoes and socks off. “He called you weak”, he whispered, swallowing hard. “And you let that bother you?”, I questioned, as I pulled him into the shower. “Baby girl, are you mad at me?”, he asked. “No, daddy. If you do something, I am going to trust your judgment. Many sentences in this chapter have been removed because you are not reading them on * . However, that doesn’t mean that I won’t ask questions to understand how you came to your conclusions”, I answered him, as I rinsed the blood from his body. “It bothered me because he doesn’t know you like I do. You are so far from weak, that most men aren’t as strong as you”, he growled lowly.

“Were you trying to defend my honor?”, I asked, smirking up at him. Luca’s shoulders relaxed and his facial features lightened. “Yes, I was”, he answered, letting his eyes fall to my feet. “You did great, daddy”, I smiled, lathering his body with soap. “He’s not dead, if you were wondering”, he whispered. “I really wasn’t”, I shrugged. “I am just happy that this isn’t your blood”, I said. Luca chuckled under his breath as he watched me.

“There will come a day when you will want your questions answered”, he whispered. “Well, that’s not today”, I said, with a shortness. “Maybe not”, he uttered, grabbing my body wash to lather in his hands. “But, I must learn to control myself”, he muttered, rubbing his hands over my shoulders and chest. “I love you baby girl. And whether I like it or not, he is your father. So I must respect that”, he said, slowly looking up and making eye contact with me.

I only shrugged my shoulders, as I soaked up the attention he was giving me. “Promise me something”, he uttered, tilting his head at me. “What’s that, daddy?”, I questioned in a soft voice. “Talk to me about how you are feeling when you are ready”, he whispered, leaning closer to me. “I don’t know how to feel at the moment”, I responded.

I wasn’t lying to him. I am unaware of how to process all the different emotions that I feel when I think about my biological father. “That’s perfectly understandable, piccola”, he responded, pulling us under the water to rinse off. “Do you need to wash your hair, little one?”, he asked, as he slid his hands over my body to rinse it of the soap. “No, I washed it yesterday”, I answered him. “Good girl”, he said, smirking at me.

Luca turned the water off once we were done rinsing off. He toweled me off first, before I took over with a chuckle. “Thank you so much, daddy. I appreciate everything that you do for me”, I said, with gratitude. “You’re very welcome, Mia Regina (My Queen). Any time that I can show you how much you mean to me, I will”, he reassured me. “I know”, I smiled. “I try to make sure I do the same”, I uttered. “You do wonderful at it, piccola”, he whispered, tucking my wet hair behind my ear.

“Come here”, he uttered, as he took my hand in his. He led me to the bedroom and pulled the towel out from around me. “You look absolutely stunning, piccola”, he growled, reaching out and grabbing me by the throat. My body immediately heated up, and I squeezed my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the pressure building it.

Luca smirked, “Do you like it when I wrap my fingers around your throat?”, he asked, knowing full well what the answer was. I nodded my head, my eye lids heavy with lust. “Tsk Tsk, little girl. Use your words”, he said in a low guttural. I moaned at the deep tone of his voice, my thighs becoming slick. “Yes, daddy. Please don’t stop”, I begged, my hands groping his sides.

“Much better”, he smirked, leaning in and closing his lips over mine. I whimpered at the pure ecstasy that pulsed through my veins. He wrapped his free hand around my waist and hoisted me into the air. I wrapped my legs around his waist, groaning at the sensation of his skin against mine. “So wet”, he growled against my lips.

He climbed onto the bed, laying me on my back, and resting between my legs. Our lips moved against one another’s feverishly. His free hand groped at my breasts before sliding down my stomach to between my legs. He broke the kiss to continue them down my neck. His lips were gentle as he skimmed his teeth against my skin.

I moaned at the sensation of both his teeth and his fingers sliding through my folds. “Oh my God, daddy”, I cried out. “You like that, baby?”, he uttered against my neck. “Yes”, I breathed out. I grabbed at his shoulders, digging my nails into his back. He chuckled as he continued to place gentle kisses down my chest.

He stopped at each breast to suck on my nipples, taking his time as he admired each one. “You are so beautiful, piccola”, he growled against my flesh. He continued to crawl down my body, placing a kiss under my breast, then on my belly button, before moving further down to my hip. I whined and moaned, squirming under him with each move closer to my core.

Luca settled back and spread my legs, putting my pussy on display for him. “Fucking beautiful”, he uttered, before leaning in and running the length of his tongue through my folds. I cried out in pleasure, as I grabbed onto his hair. Luca’s gray eyes found mine. The look he gave me, made me melt. “Luca”, I moaned. Luca’s tongue circled my clit as he slipped two fingers inside of me. I moaned and wiggled under Luca’s solid hold.

I could feel my orgasm building up inside of me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of ectasy. “Daddy, please don’t stop”, I moaned. It was the same time that my orgasm hit me that I realized that he had turned me into a minx for him. Any time he touches me, my body heats up, and I am ready to pounce. How can one man do that to me?