Chapter 92

Luca’s POV

I heard the bedroom door open and Cal speak, “What the hell was that?”, he snapped. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I accidentally knocked over the lamp while I was changing the sheets”, a female voice said. It was the maid from earlier, Brianna. “I thought you told the staff not to send her anymore”, Mara snarled under her breath.

The air was instantly palpable in the bathroom. Marabella was pissed. “I did”, I confirmed with her. Marabella inhaled sharply, making her nostrils flare. The pure fury coursing in her veins flowed off of her in waves, as she gripped the sides of the tub and stood straight up.

The water gushed over her curves, down her body, and onto me. Mara had a towel wrapped around her and was at the bathroom door before I could stop her. As I jumped out of the tub and grabbed a towel, she yanked the door open. I was not in sight of the people in the room when Mara spoke.

“What the fuck are you doing in here? You’ve strictly been forbidden from coming in here”, The snarl that left this woman had my hackles rising with her own. When I stepped up behind Marabella, unadulterated fear reflected at us. Brianna was frozen in her spot, eyes wide and shaking.

And honestly, I’m sure I also saw some terror written on Cal’s face, as he looked anywhere but at my wife. Good boy. “Speak”, Mara commanded. My hands instantly grabbed onto her hips. Fuck, she’s so sexy when she’s angry. Brianna began to stutter. “I-I was t-told to c-come”, she said.

“By whom?”, Marabella snapped. “Uh-uh, I-I”, Brianna couldn’t even form a whole sentence. Marabella looked down at the lamp on the ground. She tilted her head to the side, as she walked closer to the mess. “Careful, piccola”, I said instinctively. Mara crouched down, holding her towel in place with one hand, and picked up a small black item out of the wreckage.

She turned and held it up to me. “Is that?”, she questioned. “Yes it is”, I confirmed. “It’s a bug”, Cal snarled. “Take her to the dungeon”, Marabella and I said at the same time. Our eyes connected, taking a second to admire our connection. “But, it’s not mine. I didn’t do it”, the maid cried, trying to save herself. “We just had this room debugged, there is no way it wasn’t you”, Marabella snapped back.

Cal grabbed a hold of the maid and dragged her from the room. “I swear it wasn’t me. I don’t even know what’s going on”, Brianna cried out. Marabella shook her head, as she inspected the small device. “Let’s wait till the morning to address this. Maybe a night in the dungeon will loosen her tongue”, I suggested, taking the bug from Mara and setting it on the dresser. I picked up the heavy decor piece and smashed the little device. “Let’s get ready for bed. They will send another maid in to clean up the mess”, I said, taking her hand and leading her back to the bathroom.

“Can we rinse off? I still feel soap on me”, she murmured lowly. “Of course, piccola”, I whispered. I walked to the shower and turned it on, making sure it was at the right temperature. I dropped my towel and turned to face Marabella. I was surprised to see that she had already let her towel drop and was right behind me.

“Ready?”, I asked. She nodded, as she stepped into the shower first. I stroked her skin, helping rinse her of all the suds on her body. As my hands glided over her breasts, she moaned and leaned against me. “Does that feel good?”, I murmured in her ear. “Yes”, she groaned. I slid a hand down her torso and over her belly button, straight towards where I want to be buried once again.

I growled as my fingers slipped through her folds and over her clit. Mara’s head fell back on my shoulder as a beautiful needy moan left her lips. I kissed and nibbled her neck, making her hips buck backwards into my already hard cock. I groaned, sinking two fingers into her.

“Ah, Luca”, she moaned, reaching her hand behind her head to lace her fingers in my hair. I rubbed my thumb over her clit, as I worked my fingers inside of her. “Is my baby girl still horny?”, I teased. “Yes”, she gasped, taking hard deep breaths. “Do you think you can take me again?”, I asked softly.

“Yes daddy”, she whispered. “You aren’t too sore?”, I double-checked. “No, daddy”, she groaned. I growled, as I spun her around and hoisted her against the shower wall. Mara wrapped her arms around my neck with a gasp. “Are you okay?”, I whispered, my eyebrows crinkled in concentration.

She nodded, “Yeah”, she uttered. I groaned, burying my cock inside of her with no remorse. The moan that slipped from her lips, had me thrusting in and out of her at a high rate of speed. “Daddy, yes”, she moaned, gripping my shoulders. “Please don’t stop”, she uttered. “Fuck”, I groaned, thrusting harder.

Marabella’s moans matched my pace, leaving her breathless, as broken moans began pouring from her. “God damn, baby girl”, I growled, gripping her thighs roughly. “Come for me, piccola”, my command was guttural, as I held my orgasm back. I felt Mara’s walls tighten around me, as a beautiful scream slipped her lips. I moaned, releasing inside of her.

I stood still, momentarily, so that we could both catch our breath. “You are a little minx”, I whispered, nibbling her ear. “And you know how to tame me”, she murmured, out of breath. I chuckled, “Seems I do”, I said, slowly setting her down on her feet. I washed her off a second time, before rinsing myself.

I helped Mara dry off and dress before doing so myself. When we walked out of the bathroom, the sheets were fresh, and the mess was cleaned up. “Come, love”, I murmured, taking her hand and helping her into bed. I pulled her close to my chest and kissed her on the head.

“Get some rest, piccola. We will handle the matter at hand tomorrow”, I whispered. “Okay, daddy”, she uttered. I ran my fingers through her hair until I felt her fully relax against me. Her breathing evened out, letting me know that she had drifted off to sleep. I closed my eyes and thought about the day ahead of us. And how happy I am that my girl finally trusts me enough to allow me have her.