I pulled back, my breathing ragged. “Want to try again?”
I kept teasing her nub, knowing it would lower her inhibitions, and I was right. As I brought Aria closer to release, her own hand slid down my body until she finally arrived at my dick. She gripped it harder than before but still too gently. While my fingers kept working Aria’s pussy, I wrapped my other hand around those clutching my dick and squeezed hard. Surprise flickered across Aria’s face at the force of my grip. Then I showed her how to stroke me. I watched her as she watched our hands work my cock. I was already leaking pre-cum like a pubescent boy.
Aria panted, pressing her pussy against my fingers almost desperately, chasing her orgasm as our hands pumped me hard and fast.
Aria’s eyes widened. “Luca.” The exclamation went straight to my dick, which swelled even more. I flicked her clit and she exploded, jutting her butt back, shoving against my hand. The sight sent me over the edge and cum shot out of my dick like a goddamn New Year’s Eve firework. I jerked and groaned as if I’d just had the fuck of my life, when it had only been a hand job. Damn. Aria slumped against my side, staring at the mess I’d made on my stomach. I reluctantly withdrew my fingers from her swollen pussy and stroked her ass.
Aria looked happy as she closed her eyes and rested her cheek against my chest. I pressed a soft kiss to the crown of her head. Why? I’d never done this before, never felt the urge to do it. The idea of having someone’s hair all over my face and lips had definitely never called to me.
Annoyed by my own confusion, I reached for a few tissues and cleaned my cum off. I didn’t even remember the last time I hadn’t come in or on a woman. I gave Aria a bunch of tissues and she wiped her hand clean without meeting my gaze. I searched her face as her brows furrowed. She looked as confused as I felt, but I wasn’t sure why.
I stroked her arm, trying to distract her, another goddamn new thing. Why the fuck was I feeling the urge to do all this shit?
Aria jerked into a sitting position. “You’re bleeding.” Her fingers hovered over a cut on my ribs. “Does it hurt?”
I glanced down. I’d completely forgotten about it. My body throbbed with a dull ache, but it was nothing I couldn’t deal with, and this cut served me right for letting the fucker get too close to me. “Not much. It’s nothing. I’m used to it.”
Aria’s brows tugged together as she caressed the skin below the wound. “It needs stitches. What if it gets infected?” Her lashes fluttered as she looked at me. Was she concerned for me?
“Maybe you’ll get lucky and become a young widow.” It was the dream of many wives, and I didn’t kid myself into thinking that Aria had been happy about our union. Being shackled to a man like me was a fate many women would do anything to escape.
She narrowed her eyes at me. “That’s not funny.”
I regarded her, trying to detect deceit in her expression or tone, but I couldn’t find any. She seemed serious. Her reasoning was difficult to grasp. Maybe she feared she’d be married off to the next monster if I died, though she could hardly think there were worse monsters out there than me. But there were monsters who didn’t hide their monstrous side.
I could have taken her worry by telling her that she wouldn’t remarry even if I died. If Matteo was Capo then, he wouldn’t force her, that much was clear. But my father? I wouldn’t put it past him to dispose of Nina and marry Aria himself.
“If it bothers you so much, why don’t you grab the first-aid kit from the bathroom and bring it to me,” I said, breaking my disturbing strand of thoughts.
Aria didn’t hesitate to jump out of bed. “Where is it?”
“In the drawer below the sink.” My gaze followed her beautiful ass and slender waist as she strode into the bathroom. Fuck. I didn’t fear death, but I really loathed the idea of dying before I got the chance to have Aria at least once. And even one time seemed entirely inadequate to sate my desire for my young wife.
Aria returned with the first-aid kid. To my disappointment, she put on her nightgown before she climbed on the bed. She avoided looking anywhere near my half-erect cock.
I ran my thumb over her heated cheek. “Still too shy to look at me after what happened.” I touched her satin nightgown. “I liked you better without it.”
Aria ignored my comment. “What do you want me to do?”