Chapter 88

Luca’s POV

“How do you think they knew we were awake?”, Mara asked, sitting on the sofa. She started uncovering the plates, revealing shrimp Alfredo, garlic bread, and sliced tomatoes. I smiled as I sat next to her. “Well, I wasn’t exactly quiet when I had my dick in your mouth. So I was probably heard”, I shrugged with a chuckle.

Mara’s face turned pale, and her eyes grew wide. I arched an eyebrow and smirked. “What is it, gattina?”, I asked. Mara took a deep breath. “Does that mean that they heard me last night?” she whispered. “Probably”, I said, watching as Mara’s face turned red with embarrassment. “Oh, God”, she murmured, covering her face. “Yeah, you said that a lot, but what I think you said more was ‘Luca'”, I teased, grabbing her wrists and moving her hands away from her face, making her blush visible to me.

“Luca”, she gasped, turning an even darker shade of red. “Yes, like that”, I teased harder, arching an eyebrow. Mara whined as she tried to pull away from me. Her bottom lip poked out slightly, drawing my eyes to her lips. “It’s so fucking sexy when you pout. And, now I know what they feel like wrapped around me, making your pout that much more tempting, il mia bella moglie (my beautiful wife)”, I said, leaning closer and closer until my lips brushed hers.

Mara’s lips parted and her breath hitched. I connected my lips to hers and pushed my tongue into her mouth. Mara reached her hands towards my neck, so I released her wrists and grabbed her sides. I decided to break the kiss before I got too carried away and picked up Mara’s plate. I put some food on her fork and held it up to her mouth.

Mara blushed and crinkled her nose. “What are you doing?”, she asked, tilting her head to the side, like I’ve never done this before. “Feeding you”, I deadpanned. “But-“, she tried to protest. “Open your mouth, Marabella”, I interrupted, my voice deep. Mara’s mouth snapped open at my command, making me smirk as I put the food in her mouth. She didn’t protest anymore, as I fed her. Her blush slowly faded, as she would do a little dance while waiting for her next bite.

“Luca?”, she asked softly. “Yes, bambina?”, I asked. “Can I go to school tomorrow? I can’t miss, I have a test first thing in the morning”, she explained. I scooped the last bit of food that was on her plate, onto the fork and fed it to her. I sat her plate on the coffee table, then leaned my arm on the back of the couch, as I looked at her cautiously.

“Marabella, are you okay?”, I asked gently. She gave me a crooked smile. “Of course, I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be?”, she asked with a shrug. I gave her a ‘you know why’ look, then decided to play along. “Maybe because Friday you were shot, Monday, you were kidnapped, today you saw your mom, and that’s not including all the other things that have happened, just since you’ve been here”, I said, with an arched eyebrow.

Mara’s lopsided grin dropped. “Abducted”, she mumbled. I furrowed my eyebrows. “What?”, I asked, confused. “I was abducted, not kidnapped. I’m not a kid”, she said in a serious tone. “You’re right. I’m sorry”, I apologized. I wonder why that is what bothered her the most. Mara shook her head as she reached for my plate.

“It’s okay”, she whispered. Mara cut a piece of Alfredo with the fork and scooped it. Then brought it up to my mouth, which I gladly accepted. I obviously struck a nerve with her, but she is still returning the favor of feeding me, like I did her. Damn, who was I blessed with?

“Mara, I’m sorry, baby girl. I didn’t mean to upset you”, I said softly, before accepting the next bite. I ran my thumb along her jawline as I spoke. She gave me a half-smile. “I was kidnapped once”, she said, cutting up the next bite. “I’m sorry, what?”, I asked, surprised. I started choking on my food, so I leaned forward to grab the bottle of water off the table.

Mara rubbed gentle circles on my back, as I drank the water. “Are you okay?”, Mara asked, concerned, as she stroked my hair, face, neck, and back. I cleared my throat and nodded. “Yeah. I’m sorry. Please tell me”, I said, looking back at her.

She frowned slightly before pulling me in for a kiss. Her kiss was tender and slow. When she pulled back, she scooped up my next bite and held it to my lips for me to take. Is she serious right now? She tilted her head and frowned. “If you want to know, you have to continue eating”, she murmured.