Chapter 29

Iris' POV

A week has gone by since the whole vandalization/ death threat event and things have simmered down quite a bit but Luca being the overprotective being that he is doesn't want to take any chances and has gone the extra mile, like having hired almost thousand new bodyguards and installing cameras all over the house excluding the bathrooms.

I mean seriously.

The other thing I found out is the reason my card was acting so funny is because all my money has mysteriously disappeared.

Wonderful, right?

I lounge on the couch, binging watching Netflix or more specifically the Netflix tv series, Sense 8, it's around noon and Luca's gone off on a private business trip this morning to Peru, promising to come home tomorrow for his mother's party.

I was getting bored and my muscles had tensed up from sitting on the couch for so long.

Man, I miss my job and Luca. It's so terribly boring at home.

Pulling the quilt off I get up, making my way to the kitchen where I grab a tub of ice cream, it's a wonder I haven't gained a hundred pounds since all I'd do all day was eat and binge watch tv all day everyday however, I suspect it has something to do with the fact that Luca and I are always naked and in passionate coitus.

I stick the spoonful of mint chocolate chip ice cream into my mouth, the vibration of my phone against the counter makes my ice cream bliss end.

It's a message from Luca, a 6 sec video of him walking along the streets of Peru showcasing the beautiful scenery, captioned 'Wish you were here.☺'. Smiling softly, I sent him an Awww and a heart-eyed emoji.

In no second flat, he responds with a winky faced emoji, getting another spoonful of ice cream I shovel it into my mouth, continuously chatting with Luca.

My phone clatters from my hand and a scream bubbles out of me as a brick comes flying through the window. Shattered glass laying around the red brick which seems to have a white note attached to it.

What type of juvenile shit is this?!

Taking a shaky step towards it I step over the shards of glass, inhaling sharply as I feel a small blade pierce my barefoot. Nonetheless, despite the pain I reach down, bending to pick the brick up and slipping the note out.

Sighing, I look at the shitty annoying waste of paper, man I hate this messed up secret admirer.

I read the scrap of paper as the first security guard piles in, a gun in hand.

Ohhhhkkkaayy...

I cock a brow at him and walk away from the smashed window and back over to the counter where my phone and ice cream sits mindful of the small amount of blood which I leave behind me.

I saunter towards the buffest man who seems to be the one calling the shots and offer him the small scrap of paper.

He takes it from my hand with a grunt and a thankful nod, opening the note, his eyes run over it, while I, myself run my own eyes over the towering, gorgeous men.

"So, are you all Italian?" I question, quirking a brow.

"Yes, we are all full blooded Italian men." A gentleman with a thick accent and eyes the color of silver speaks up, his chest puffing out slightly.

How odd is it to have a security team with only 'full-blooded' Italian men? Not even a speck of diversity.

I mean seriously is one of the job requirements being Italian?

I click my tongue and switch my gaze over to the buff man who looks as if he could lift an elephant which was carrying a rhino that carried a hippo and then after lifting these animals, then he could rip them apart with his bare hands.

Apart from looking buff he had a well-shaped beard and a scar running from his brow to the top lid of his left eye, he had a roman shaped nose and dark brown hair that at times border on looking black.

His hair cut in a buzz cut sort of way and he had deep stern brown eyes which held....experience. He didn't look like someone who smiled and didn't look like someone who laughed much either.

"Search the premises, whoever did this couldn't have gotten far." Scarface commands, stuffing the note into his pocket before turning to address me. "Mrs. Donario, we promise we're gonna catch this guy."

"Sure, you will," I say not even bothering to hide my doubt.

"Gabriele, Lorenzo stai con lei." He speaks in his foreign tongue nodding over at two guys.

They give a curt nod and the other men trail out leaving me with who I assume are Gabriele and Lorenzo.

"Soooooo...." I murmur tapping my nails on the island, trying to make small conversation with my new bodyguard pals. "Do you guys want something to drink or?"

The good-looking man who stands on the other side of the island, face lights up and he gives me a handsome little smile, his pale forest green eyes twinkling.

"I mean we shouldn't....but do you have like I don't know a beer maybe?" He cocks a brow, giving a charming grin.

"I do actually." I can't help but smile as well, walking towards the refrigerator and opening it. "Light?"

"Fuck no, I'll take it regular." He answers with a slight shake of his head, his brunette hair becoming tousled.

I grab three cans of beer from the refrigerator and close the door returning to the island I hand a beer to green eyes, outstretching one to Mr. Stern in the corner who refuses to say a word.

"No thanks." Mr. Stern mutters, his voice gruff even gruffer than Scarface, he sends a sharp glare at green eyes who in turn rolls his eyes.

"Okay, tough guy." I shrug placing it on the counter, popping the top open of own beer I take a sip of the refreshing beverage.

"Don't mind Gabriele, he's not always a sour pussy. Just when he's on the job." Lorenzo snorts before taking a long drink.

"Vaffanculo, you know if Marianno tells Arsenio you've been drinking on the job, you'll surely be getting a bullet to the cock." Gabriele hisses, narrowing his honey brown eyes at his green-eyed associate.

"Fuck you, Gabriele." Lorenzo shoots him the bird, waving it around.

Bullet to the cock? That's because they're security right? And security guys have guns, right?

So maybe Luca's brother runs a security company.

I cut in between the bickering men. "I've heard of this Arsenio, he's uh...Luca's brother right?"

Lorenzo smiles and nods. "Yes angelo, he is."

I roll my eyes, a small smile crawling its way unto my lips because of his cheesiness. "I've never met him. What's he like? Is he anything like Luca?" I'm very interested in finding out more about this man who is a stranger to me.

"Lorenzo..." Gabriele shoots him a look, I'm guessing a look which should have quieted him down.

Lorenzo gives a cheeky grin at his gloomy friend in the corner, resting his arms on the counter he replies. "Let me tell you darling about Arsenio Donario. He's the youngest son of the Donario family, a very important family might I add, though he's the youngest don't let the handsome face, playful yet cruel smirk and smoldering grey eyes fool you, the man is ruthless."

Again Gabriele rolls his eyes but says nothing.

"Sooooo, I'm guessing attractiveness runs in the family." I joke, raising the can to my lips and taking a sip.

"It does gorgeous, they truly are beautiful people. As I was saying, that man, ruthless, one of the most feared men in all of America. He's a....a businessman, let's call it that. He's a tactical leader who's great with his hands." I snicker and he chuckles leaning forward. "Now now don't get your mind in the gutter, young lady."

I give him an innocent yet truthful smile "Of course not, I would never think of my husband's brother like that."

"Trust me, sweetheart, I wouldn't judge you if you did. I've heard that man is good with not only his hands but his tongue too and uhm....another well-endowed instrument as well, I guess that's another thing that runs in the family." He winks at me this time making my face flush. "And that's Arsenio Donario or at least the short summary of him of what I can tell you."

"Of what you can tell me?" I cock a brow curious. "Why is it that you can't tell me more?"

"I'm sworn to secrecy." He replies with a nonchalant shrug to the shoulders.

"You're doing a really shitty job of that," Gabriele growls, folding his arms across his chest and assuming a frustrated stance.

Why is this sounding less like a security company and more like a Mafia?

That's absurd though, I'd know if I was married to a man involved in Mafia business, wouldn't I?

I say no more deciding I'll leave it for further pondering at the back of my mind. "I get it, so Arsenio's a bit like Luca but shrouded by even more mystery." I sum up. "Yet another thing that runs in the family."

"Yes, however, don't let them hear you say that Arsenio infuriates his older brother." He corrects, clicking his tongue with another grin.

"Okay, can you now please stop feeding Mrs. Donario confidential information." Gabriele sighs heavily, his large shoulders slumping.

"Please just call me Iris." I shrug, giving Gabriele a chirpy smile.

"Uh-" Gabriele squirms slightly in his spot by the corner.

"Well, I mean if you insist." Lorenzo flicks the tip of my nose and I laugh.

I really like his vibrant personality.

My phone vibrates against the counter and I pick it up glancing at the caller's ID, it's Luca. Excusing myself, I walk into the living room, answering the call I place the phone to my ear.

"I'm on my way back to New York, I heard about what happened," Luca says.

"Luca, I'm fine, you don't need to leave Peru." I purse my lips and roll my eyes, taking a seat on one of the couches.

"Bullshit Iris, I think it would be better if I was home with you," Luca replies stubbornly.

"And I think it would be better if stayed in Peru for that very important business meeting." I tsk at him trying to persuade him to stay, knowing it was better he stayed in Peru to complete his business.

"Iris, as I've said a million times amore, nothing in this world is more important to me than you," Luca says making my heart swell with affection and a great big smile settle on my lips. "You come first, always."

God, how could a man make my heart beat so?

"Luca-" I'm cut off by him interrupting my sentence with his own.

"I'm coming home Iris, I'll see you in a few hours." And with that, he ends the call.

Damn him.

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I shift slightly, my eyes fluttering open, I'm in Luca and I's bedroom laying on the bed, tucked under the silk sheets.

I blink and sit up, stretching I look around wondering how I'd gotten here, then immediately Luca comes to mind. I brush my hair from my face, glancing through the windows to see it's dark out, the stars twinkling in the sky and the sound of the shower running fills my ears.

Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I stroll over to the bathroom, pushing the door wider and entering. I stand before the fogged up shower staring at Luca like a creep.

Grabbing the hem of my blush colored skater dress, I pull it over my head as well as unhooking my sheer lacy bra and tugging my panties down my legs leaving them to rest on the floor.

I stroll over to the shower stepping inside behind Luca who has his head lowered and his eyes close, the lukewarm water hitting his back. Stepping closer, I press my cheek against his back, my arms going to encircle his waist.

"I didn't hear you come in," Luca mutters turning around in my arms so he can face me.

I hum as Luca's hands cup my face, going up on my tiptoes, I press my lips to his in a soft kiss.

I break the kiss with a grin, settling back on my feet, resting my head against the wet surface of his chest.

"When did you get back?" I ask quietly, purring softly as his hands run over my ass.

"An hour ago." He mumbles low, placing his head in the crook of my neck.

"Why didn't you wake me?" I question, glancing up at him through my wet lashes.

"Why would I, you looked so peaceful." His thumb runs across my lower lip as he bends his head down to peck my lips.

I smile up at him, licking my lips "More." Like a greedy girl, I say.

Luca chuckles and complies, pulling me in for another kiss, his hands settling on the small of my back as the water beats upon his shoulders. I wrap an arm around his neck and tilt my head slightly to the side, deepening our kiss.

"I think we should get cleaned up," I whisper against Luca's lips once I pull back to which he rolls his eyes to.

I break away from Luca's hold, giggling as he gives me a playful pout.

"You stay on your side and I'll stay over mine, okay?" I poke his side, grabbing my shampoo. "You keep your hands to yourself, mister."

"I won't make any promises." He winks, slapping my wet ass making me squeal and him, chuckle.

I shoot him the bird before pouring a dollop of my lavender flavored shampoo into my hand and massaging it into my hair.

I rinse the suds from my hair before pulling it back sleekly and letting it rest on my back. Deciding to be a tease, I bend over giving Luca a nice view, squirting my body wash into my hand I straighten up tossing a seductive look over to Luca who's already staring erotically at me, his cock in hand.

Fuck.

"You're such a fucking tease." He grunts, coming up behind me.

"Little ol' me?" I feign innocence, pressing myself into him.

He groans burying his head in my neck as his hand comes around and plays with the little bundle of nerves situated between my legs. I release a breathless moan, biting down on my lip. My hand goes to the back of his head as he kisses and sucks on my neck, leaving behind little love bites.

I close my eyes and buck against his hand, spreading my legs wider I shudder as he whispers dirty things in my ear and inserts one of his digits.

He curls his finger inside me and my eyes roll to the back of my head as he pumps it in and out of me, scraping my pulsing walls.

I can feel my orgasm approaching and I whimper rearing for my release when suddenly Luca pulls his fingers out and presses a kiss to my temple before backing away.

My eyes shoot open and I whip around, glaring at the smug faced man who sports a victorious grin on his face.

"That is such an asshole move," I growl.

Luca shrugs. "I beg to differ, I think it's the proper punishment for a little tease." He chuckles, making me frown.

"Fuck you." I spit frustrated, reaching between my legs to finish myself off.

"Iris." His tone is warning but I could careless. I was there, I was on the edge.

I huff, ignoring him and continue to rub at my clit though it isn't quite the same as Luca's touch, it'll just have to do.

I gasp in surprise and pleasure as I'm pushed against the wall with my hands before me, my cheek and breasts flush against the cold bathroom tile.

"Luca." I groan, looking over my shoulder at him.

He ignores me like I'd done to him and pushes my hair to my right shoulder leaving the left side of my neck naked to him.

He pinches my clit and nips at my ear. "Bad girl."

I inhale sharply at his words and at the painfully pleasurable thrusting of his fingers into my wet cavern, he curled his fingers making them scrape once against my sensitive walls.

"Luca." I slur, drunk on passion.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" Luca says hoarsely.

I can only nod as words seem to only be a jumbled mess in my brain, Luca spins me around, his fingers becoming entwined in my wet hair.

"I would fuck you right here in this shower but I have a better idea." He licks his lips, a devilish look on his face.

He gives me a wicked grin as his fingers untangle themselves from my hair, he turns the water off and motions for me to get out.

I do so, grabbing a towel from the racks, as I'm about to secure it around my torso it's ripped away from me and I'm lifted into the air and tossed over Luca's shoulder like a sack of flour.

"Bad girls don't get towels." He taunts as he carries me effortlessly.

"Put me down right this minute, Luca!" I shout trying to sound pissed but failing as a ting mischievous smile graces my lips.

"Your wish is my command, amore." He chuckles, dropping me onto the bed.

I squeak as I hit the soft memory foam mattress still bouncing slightly, glaring up at him I watch enthralled as he walks butt naked to his dresser and opens the drawer, pulling out one of his crimson red ties.

"What's that for?" I cock a brow, sitting up.

"What's this for?" He grins strolling towards him, waving the tie in the air, his member at full attention. "This, il mio amore, is just the beginning of your punishment. Now be a good girl and turn around for me."

I eye him quizzically but turn around nonetheless so my back faces him, immediately my vision is cut off by Luca's tie and I feel him tie it to keep it secured.

I pouted annoyed by the sudden darkness. the inability of not seeing whatever Luca is about to do to me and the fact that I am being completely thrust from my comfort zone.

I let out something between a gasp and a moan as I feel Luca latch onto my left nipple, swirling his tonguing around the erect bud. I tried to reach for Luca but he only chuckled batting my searching hands away.

"Don't tell me I'll have to bind your hands too, tesoro."

He was having way too much fun with this.

"I always knew you were into this kinky shit, Luca." I smile, squirming a bit, feeling his hand run over my soft flesh in a teasing manner. "My own personal, Christian Grey."

I could practically hear the smirk in his voice. "Up on your knees, dolcezza."

I sigh in content, doing as I'm instructed. "You're enjoying this aren't you?"

"Very much." He laughs his sexy heartily laugh, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck. His commanding voice comes back. "Now, stop talking."

I roll my eyes sassily at him though I say nothing, Biting my lip, I enjoy the feeling of Luca caressing my face as well as little nips at my ear.

I shiver as he pinches both my nipples before palming my breasts in a rough manner that leaves me gasping for more.

Tilting my head upwards with his thumb and index finger, I'm rewarded with the thrill of Luca's soft lips against mine. His kiss is rough and punishing, and when he kisses me I feel like I'm on fire.

I groan as he fists my hair and he takes this opportunity to delve his tongue into my mouth. My tongue battles with his but ultimately he wins, asserting his dominance over me.

I reach my hand down, taking his erection in hand, gliding my hand up and down the phallus object.

He's diamond hard and pre-cum oozes from the tip, pumping my hand over his entire length. I practically salivate as dirty thoughts of me taking him into my mouth for the first time flashes vividly through my mind.

"I want to taste you," I mumble, breaking the kiss.

"Of course you do." Luca takes a break from playing with my boobs to chuckle before suddenly becoming serious. "Though it's not a must, you don't have to if you don't want to. All I want is to please you." He strikes my cheek.

I give his member a bit of a rough tug making Luca hiss in pleasure. Pecking his lips, I giggle at his glare. "I want to, it would please me very much."