Chapter 52

Luca’s POV

“Stop!! Please!!!”, Mara screamed, waking me up from a dead sleep. I instantly sat up and scanned the room for the threat, not seeing one. Mara writhed in the sheets, cold sweat puddling around her. “Marabella”, I said softly, shaking her. Mara cried out in pain, “I”m sorry”, she shrieked, still asleep and trying to scoot away from me.

Shit, she is deep in this one. She had wiggled so much that she was about to fall from the bed. I grabbed her by the hips and pinned them to the bed. “Marabella, piccola. Wake up”, I said a notch higher, not trying to startle her too hard. Mara fought me, shouldering me in the lip. I released her hips and pinned her wrists above her head, firmly laying my body over hers, trying my best not to put too much pressure on her wound.

Mara bucked against me, trying to fight me and the people in her dream off. “Marabella, it’s a dream, wake up. Come back to me”, I muttered, burying my face in her neck. I kissed her neck deeply, making her fight less. Is this really going to work for me? I placed another kiss on her neck, making sure she felt the pressure of my lips.

Marabella took a deep breath, part of her tension leaving her body. “Marabella, wake up, principessa”, I uttered in her ear. Mara groaned, and rolled her head against mine. “Mara”, I whispered. “Hmm?”, she hummed. “Open your eyes for me, piccola. Tell me you are okay”, I said.

Her eyes fluttered open and she peaked up at me. “Why wouldn’t I be?”, she murmured sleepily. My heart eased, she didn’t seem to remember. “You were having a bad dream”, I whispered. Her eyebrows crinkled in confusion, as she looked at my lips. “I don’t remember having a bad dream”, she uttered.

I smiled gently, “Good”, I murmured, noticing her eyes were locked on my lips and weren’t moving. I smirked, “What is that you want, bambina?”, I asked, teasingly. Mara’s tongue ran across her bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth. Her breathing picked up, as her eyes, finally, slowly met mine.

She half-shook her head. “I’m not awake enough to answer that”, she muttered, breathlessly. I laughed deeply, my head falling back before I looked back down at her. I shook my head as I leaned in and kissed her. I was careful not to put weight on her thigh where the wound was.

“What time is it?”, Mara asked, when I pulled back to look over her beautiful rested face. I glanced up at the clock, smirking as I nuzzled her neck. “It’s noon, bambina. Are you hungry?”, I asked. Mara nodded, “Yes, but I do need to hurry, I have to get my freaking school work done”, she groaned. “How about you take a shower, and I’ll have them bring some lunch up to the room”, I murmured, getting off of her.

“Let me wrap your leg for you”, I said, holding my hand out to her to help her up. Mara hissed quietly, as she stood from the bed. “How do you feel?”, I questioned softly. Mara stood to her full height, putting pressure on her leg. She whimpered, “It could be worse”, she said optimistically. Her limp was obvious as she walked to the bathroom.

I pulled the plastic wrap that I had stored in the bathroom out and sat it on the counter, before turning to Mara, grabbing her hips and doing the same to her. She squealed with surprise, “Luca”, she chastised. “Marabella”, I said sternly, making her pout. “I like to have my hands on you, any opportunity that arises I will take. For instance, do you need help in the shower?”, I questioned, with a smirk.

Mara blushed a crimson red. “No, I can handle it this time around, thank you”, she squeaked. I chuckled, “Oh, it’s my pleasure, amore”, I grinned, as I tenderly wrapped her wound in plastic wrap so that it does not get wet in the shower. Mara’s breathing stuttered, as she looked down to see what I was doing.

When I was finished, I helped her off the counter. My hands cupped her neck and held her steady for a moment. “You are the most stunning woman I have ever met”, I uttered, before kissing her deeply. “Enjoy your shower”, I said, slowly backing away from her. “Thank you”, she blushed. “You’re welcome, bambina”, I grinned, closing the door behind me.

I took a deep breath and decided what I should do from here. I need to check my emails, see if there is anything that needs my immediate attention, I need to check the finances and make sure everything is up to par. I have plenty to keep me occupied. I grabbed mine and Mara’s laptops from the desk in the corner of the room and sat on the sofa.

I sat our computers on the coffee table, then pulled my phone out and shot Cal a text to have some lunch and drinks brought to our room. I immediately got to work. I checked my finances first, feeling the need to know that no one was trying to take advantage of me. My numbers seemed wonky this afternoon. Something wasn’t right about this.

I studied the screen hard, rereading, and back tracking multiple times. I looked through every nook and cranny, trying to see if I could find the error. The number began to blur on the screen before me, making me irritated. The bathroom door opened, catching my attention. Mara stood before me in one of my tshirts, with it pulled up to expose the plastic around her wound, showing me that she was only wearing panties under it.

I blew out a frustrated breath, “Bambina”, I uttered. “Can you help me,please? I have no idea how you attached this godforsaken plastic to me, and I keep hurting myself trying to remove it”, she whined, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout. “Come here, piccola”, I said, waving her over to me. Mara approached me, and stopped in between my thighs, exactly where I wanted her.

“Good girl”, I whispered, as I reached up to undo the plastic wrap. I watched as goosebumps spread down her legs at my praise. She fucking loves it when I say that. And I love her reaction to it. Mara sighed with relief, as the plastic fell from around her leg. I couldn’t nor did I want to stop my hands from lightly touching her inner thighs, to watch as more goosebumps littered her silky skin.

“Dannatamente stupendo (Fucking gorgeous)”, I groaned, leaning in to kiss her thighs gently. “Luca”, Mara gasped lowly. It sounded as if a whine laced her voice. “Yes, la mia splendida moglie (my stunning wife)?”, I questioned, still admiring her thighs. Mara didn’t answer, as her fingers weaved through my hair and pulled my head back at a slant. My eyes locked on her golden hazel eyes.

“Thank you”, she murmured, her eyes piercing through me. I gripped her uninjured hip roughly. “Of course. I’m more than happy to help you with whatever you need, principessa”, I muttered, looking to her breast for a moment. My action didn’t go unnoticed, but I wasn’t scolded, so I took that as a win.