Chapter 82

Marabella’s POV

When I woke up, Luca wasn’t in the bed with me. I panicked slightly, not knowing where he might be. There was no light coming into the bedroom so it must be late evening. I must have slept through the whole day. Oops. Oh well, I feel tons better at this second. I climbed out of the bed slowly, making sure that I don’t make myself hurt all over again.

I walked over to the french door that led to the balcony. I stood outside, enjoying the view of the gardens, vineyard and pool. The moonlight was illumating the dark yard and reflecting off the water. I was still wearing Luca’s hoodie and pants, so the cool night breeze felt good as it blew through my hair. I love it here. It can be challenging, yes. But, I truly love it here.

However, a part of my mind keeps going back to my mother. How is she? Is she sobering up? Getting the help she needs? Does she still hate me? The last question hurt me. I hurt myself. Quite ironic isn’t it? Warm arms encircled my waist. “Now, what is going on in that beautiful mind of yours, piccola?”, Luca whispered deeply into my ear, before burying his face into my neck. I placed one hand over his arms and lifted the other to run my fingers through his hair.

I took a deep breath and sighed. Luca placed a few soft kisses on my neck, before bringing his lips back to my ear. “Talk to me, amore”, he whispered. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on *. Visit *. to read the complete chapters for free. I turned my head to look at him. His gray eyes immediately captivating me. “I was just thinking how beautiful this place is”, I said, before looking back out towards the land. “Hmm”, Luca hummed.

I was quickly spun around and hoisted up onto the banister. My arms and legs immediately wrapped around him, so I wouldn’t fall. A gasp left my mouth. “Luca”, I shrieked. His arms were wrapped around my waist, holding me close to his chest. A sexy smirk played on his lips. “I don’t like it when you lie to me, Marabella”, his deep voice sent a chill down my spine to my core.

“I didn’t lie”, I said. He nodded, “Right, but you also didn’t tell me the whole truth. Therefore, lied to me”, he explained, running his nose across my cheek to my ear. I sighed, as I bit my inner lip and looked away. Luca gently grabbed my chin and made me look at him. “No, no, gattina. None of that. No closing up on me. Tell me what’s bothering you”, he said, pining me with his eyes.

“My mom”, I whispered. “I was just thinking about my mother”, I said, shaking my head. Luca sighed and his face contorted like he was conteplating telling me something. “I’ve had my men check on her a few times, like you asked. It’s not good news”, he said softly, with a frown. “I’m sorry, piccola. With everything going on, I couldn’t find time to update you”, he apologized. “It’s okay, Luca”, I replied.

“How bad is it?”, I asked softly, looking back at him. “We should probably go see for ourselves. What about in the morning?”, his voice was gentle, as he tucked a few strains of hair behind my ear. I nodded in agreement. Luca brushed his thumb across my bottom lip. “I’m so sorry, Marabella”, he whispered. A sad smile graced my lips, as I shook my head. “It’s not your fault”, I murmured.

Luca grabbed the side of my neck and pulled my head towards him. He gently sealed my lips with his, starting slow and gentle. Luca’s tongue ran along my bottome lip and I opened my mouth, granting him entry. When our tongues entwined, Luca’s arm around my waist tightened. He picked me up and brought his hand from my neck to my thigh to brace me.

Without breaking our kiss, he walked back into the room and to our bed. He tenderly laid me on the bed, then laid on top of me, himself. My fingers ran down his bare back, tracing his muscles, and sipping into the curves and cuts. Luca hissed into the kiss, before breaking it to continue hot sensual kisses down my neck. He ground his hips into mine. I could feel his erection press against my core. A mixture of a gasp and a moan left my mouth. “Luca”, I moaned.

“I know, baby. Just trust me, okay?”, he whispered softly, his voice almost guttural with need. I nodded slightly, gasping as his lips went back to my neck. His hand slid from my knee up my thigh and to my hip, slowly, before slipping under my shirt and up my stomach. His warm hand on my skin was electrifying and made butterflies erupt in my stomach.

I squirmed slightly, as a soft moan left my lips. My body was on fire, and the heat only increased when he ground his hips into mine again.