Never Say Love (22 page)

Benito nodded, holding onto Lucy, “Okay, we’ll be okay dad, you can go now.” He looked at his father, giving him the order to leave their room.

Over the next few days, Lucy introduced Franco to her parents, Michael, Lisa and the children. Her dad and Franco got along really well. Her mum seemed to develop a soft spot for Franco. Her parents were a little concerned that she was pregnant but had no plans to marry, something they’d just have to live with. There were no more nightmares, thank goodness.

Slowly, life returned to normal, or as normal as it could be. Benito and Lucy became used to the fact that
they
were pregnant, that a little Abelli was on the way. Secretly, Benito wished for his first born to be a boy whilst Lucy was quite open about her wishes. She simply did not care whether her child was a boy or a girl, as long as it was healthy.

Benito decided against Amalfi, instead taking Lucy to Tuscany, his home in Italy. Deciding that he wanted to show his beautiful
partner
off to his friends, the boys he had grown up with. He wanted to prove to them that he, the gigolo, was capable of settling down, of developing a permanent relationship, and not only that, his girl was a natural beauty and pregnant!

During the short time they were there, they wandered around Florence, browsing through the shops and admiring the sights. Lucy found the break relaxing and, despite not speaking any Italian, it was easy with her Italian lover, as she had her own personal translator! His old friends thought the blonde English girl was
bello
, all of them were stunned when he told them that they were expecting a baby in May.

Waking in his apartment, Lucy rolled over, facing the muscular, toned back of her lover. Feeling aroused and slightly mischievous, she trailed a single finger tip down his spine, biting her bottom lip as she did, smiling broadly to herself as he started to stir.

The tickling sensation of Lucy’s light touches woke Benito. Turning, he faced her as she took at that handsome face, the full lips that were capable of so many wonderful things.

“
Feeling sexy?” he asked, his voice hushed, a low growl.

“Oh yes,” she purred, running her finger down his chest, across those firm abs, descending further towards his happy line.

Pushing himself up on his elbow, he looked down at her, bringing his lips to hers, brushing her mouth so gently, his tongue lapping at her bottom lip. Opening her mouth for him, she allowed him to explore. The tingling sensations she felt all over her body were making her private place feel so desperate to be touched.

Throwing the sheets off them both, Benito trailed kisses down her throat, across her breasts, taking each nipple in turn, nipping and sucking
them with his mouth; the sensations causing her body to further burn with the need for him to take her.

Moving away from her, he looked down again, straight into her eyes, “Stand
up,” he demanded. Lucy looked at him, questioning. “Stand.” He said firmly.

Without thinking, Lucy carried out the action, removing herself from the bed
and standing by the side, naked in front of her devastatingly handsome man, a puzzled look across her face.

Sliding from the bed and kneeling before her, Benito reached for her waist, he let his fingers trail slowly down the contour of her body, across her hips and down towards her mound.

Throwing her head back, Lucy moaned, unable to control her feelings that the sensation of his fingertips were causing.

“Holy fuck,” he grumble
d. His face level with the Brazilian that she kept neatly trimmed and leaning forward, he placed a gentle kiss on her mound, his lips brushing gently over her private place, his big hands gripping her slender hips as he did, pulling her towards him.

Allowing h
is fingers to drift slowly around her hips, he teased her. His touch only served to enhance the feelings that coursed through every inch of her body. Closing her eyes, she breathed in deeply as her stomach flipped with need.

“
You’re fucking amazing,” he grumbled. “I want you to watch me Lucy. I want you to watch as I pleasure you.” He looked up, smiling at her, that beautiful smile, his sexy as hell dark eyes, demanding that she obey.

Taking a sharp breath, Lucy
quivered at his command, her back arching as she closed her eyes for second, breathing in the moment, thinking about what was to come.

“
Tesoro,” he whispered, “open your eyes and watch,” his tone becoming demanding.

Lucy looked at her lover, seeking reassurance. He nodded towards her, “Watch,” he said softly.

Doing as she was bid, Lucy watched Benito kneeling before her. She watched his tongue brush lightly over her lips as she inhaled deeply; fighting the urge to close her eyes again, knowing that it would result in another reprimand. Desperate to throw her head back, her mouth dropping slightly open as she focussed on him, her man. “Oh God,” she moaned, her voice wavering.

Closing her eyes briefly, she took jagged breaths, taking a chance that he wouldn’t notice that she wasn’t watching.

His hands crept up the inside of her thighs, brushing gently, fuelling her arousal while touching her lightly. She felt on the edge of what was set to be an orgasm of epic proportions.

Unable to watch anymore, Lucy closed her eyes, throwing her head back,
“Fucking hell,” she yelled, unable to stop the outburst.

Thrusting
her fingers into his hair she pulled him towards her, his lips and that exquisite tongue lapping against her clit as he brought her further towards her release, this was going to be too quick.

Lucy
teetered on the edge as he moved back, just a little, looking up, their eyes met, “I
told
you to watch,” he demanded, “Tesoro, I
really
want you to watch!” His voice was assertive, yet so soft and controlled, urging her to do as she was instructed.

Returning
her gaze to her lover, her Benito, she felt as though she was being played, as if this was some kind of torture.

Feeling her
heart beginning to race and her body starting to quiver she stood, exposed and vulnerable, she felt totally under his control.

Her focus down on him, she continued to
watch as he raised himself, sitting higher on his knees, he trailed little kisses across her stomach and breasts before reaching behind her. Pulling her close once more, he took her nipple into his mouth, nipping and sucking again at the engorged, hard pearl.

Keeping her focus on him, never daring to look away, she watched as he momentarily
closed his eyes. Her fingers in his hair, watching as his hand snaked the length of her legs, from her ankle to the inside of her thigh, and then she felt his fingers brush against her lips, the itch within her longing to be touched and desperate to be sated.

Opening his eyes, he looked up at her. Her mouth dropped open slightly. “I love you,” Lucy whispered.

“You too,” he growled. “Now
watch
!” He demanded

“
Benito, I can’t,” she whimpered, her voice croaky from sleep.

“You can and you
will
!” He demanded again.

Forcing herself with every ounce of control she had, she
watched as he worked her, his thumb circling her clit in gentle strokes. Her body was uncontrollably writhing with pleasure. Groaning, she threw her head back unable to restrain herself any longer. Her orgasm took over, completely claiming her. Letting go, her muscles clenched around his expert fingers, drawing him in further—standing there, she shuddered around him, crying out.

Withdrawing his fingers, he slowly stood and pulled her close, holding her
so tight as the remains of her orgasm subsided. Trembling, her breath faltering, she whimpered against his broad chest, letting him hold her and calm her.

Guiding her to lie back down on the bed, he stretched out
beside her, still holding her so closely.

“I love you,” Lucy whispered, her blue eyes looking up at him, “so much.”

Bringing his hand towards her chin, he brushed a lock of her short hair behind her ear. Closing his eyes, he breathed deeply, forcing the words out, his deep voice hushed and soft, “I love you too,” he paused, taking a deep breath, “remember that tesoro, because I will
never
say it again.”

Smiling, Lucy stretched her hand to his cheek, her thumb brushing over his lips. “Make love to me.”

Their love making was slow and sensuous, Benito taking such care of his girl, bringing her to another intense climax as she wrapped her legs around his waist. They stayed, bound up in each other as the day slipped by; only as the day turned to night did Lucy remove herself from her beautiful lover.

They spent the next few days doing very little. Choosing to spend the time in bed, holding on to each other, touching, kissing, exploring and also letting Lucy recover from the brutal attack that she had endured. The time passed by so very quickly. Before they knew it, their time in Italy was at an end. They made their way to Franco’s villa to say their goodbyes and so that he could take the loved-up couple to the airport. Franco smiled for the duration of the journey, so pleased that his boy had finally appeared to settle down, but also because of Lucy, the beautiful girl who was going to give him the grandchild he so desperately wanted.

“Lucy, you have changed my boy,” Franco had whispered to Lucy as he dropped them both at the airport. “I don’t know what you’ve done, but it’s good. Really good, thank you so much.” He kissed her lightly on the cheek, but was pushed aside as Benito claimed his girl, taking her by the arm and guiding her through security.

Waking up back at home in Benito’s London apartment, Lucy turned towards her lover. He was still fast asleep, his lashes softly fanning above his cheeks, those full, soft lips relaxed—he was so perfect. She felt so much for him—love, affection and desire. Her stomach fluttered as she watched him, gently breathing.

Raising herself on her elbow slightly, she stared at him, studying his features—that masculine jaw, the high cheek bones—he was truly stunning.

Roused by the feeling of someone watching him, Benito slowly opened his eyes. Focussing on her, he smiled. “Good morning sleepy head,” she whispered, leaning forward and brushing her lips with his.

Moving his hands behind his head, he stretched, looking up at his beautiful girl. “Good morning to you too,” he croaked.

“It’s eight o’clock, we need to get up. You told everyone you’d be back in the office today. It’s been two weeks since you were last there.” She reminded him as she moved to the edge of the bed.

“Where are you going?” He frowned.

“To get ready for work.”

Shaking his head, “No way young lady, you’re taking it easy for another week.” Reaching to the bedside table, he picked up his wallet and took out a wedge of cash. Handing it to Lucy, “Take
yourself out shopping. Ask Lisa to go with you.”

Lucy sighed, pulling a face at him, “I don’t want your money,”

“Take it. If we’re going to be a family unit, you’re going to have to get used to it. You,” he nodded towards Lucy’s stomach, “and ‘it’ can have whatever you want, well within reason!”

Crashing back down onto the pillow, Lucy screwed her face up, “I’ve always worked. I don’t think I could be stuck here at home doing nothing. I don’t want to!”

Pushing himself up on his elbow he looked down at her, “You will Lucy. You’ll do as you’re damn well told! You’re with
me
now. Got it?” His tone become serious, his face hardened as she looked up at him, her eyes wide as she struggled to weigh him up. How serious was he?

His face softened, smiling and then laughing at her, “Your face,” he laughed hysterically. Lucy, initially annoyed by his
joke,
slapped his arm as her mouth drew into the sweetest smile. Drawing a deep breath, she started to form the words to chastise him, her onslaught stopped as his mouth crashed against hers, kissing her deeply. Her hands found their way around the back of his neck as she held him towards her, responding to the intensity of his kiss.

Holding her, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him as she straddled his hips, now she was in control. Extending her arms, she gripped his shoulders, pushing him into the bed, not that she could hold him there, her weight a fraction of his. Bringing her lips to his ear, she whispered, “Now who’s going to do as they’re told, buster!”

Benito smiled, “Would that be you by any chance?”

“Oh yeah,” Lucy leant forward, crawling up his lean body. Her breasts level with his lips she lowered herself, teasing his mouth with her nipple. As he opened his mouth, focussing on her blush pearl, she drew back, shaking her head and waving her finger from side to side, “No, I say when you can do that,”

Frowning, Benito looked up at her.

“I’m in charge now!” She half laughed. “So I can go to work. Can’t I?”

“Lucy, tesoro. You’ve been through such a lot. I think you need to rest some more,” he glanced down her body, to her stomach, the bruises were now gone.

She’d coped so well after the initial trauma, those first few days when she’d spent hours in silence. Closing his eyes, he thought back to the time she’d told him that they’d kicked her and then when they found out she was pregnant. The bastards could have killed his child! He hoped to God that Lee and the boys had done a really good job and bloody crippled them, they deserved no better. They needed to be punished; no way could this go unchecked.

The feeling of Lucy moving back down his body, brushing her mound against his semi-erect cock snapped him from his thoughts. Smiling, he watched her as she moved back and forth, grinding herself against his hardening length. Benito started to move, “No, stay exactly where you are!” Lucy demanded. “I’m in charge now! Remember?” She firmly looked at him as she continued to snake along his body, brushing her lips against his chest and down to his stomach. Moving further down, she placed little kisses across his happy line, her hands on his hips, holding him down as best as she could. Looking up the length of his body, she saw that stunning face, his eyes closed, lips slightly apart, breathing deeply.

Wriggling further down, she ran her tongue along his impressive length, from base to tip, swirling it around the thick engorged head, lapping at it and causing him to twitch.

Working her fingers from his hips, she gently held his heavy sack, exactly as he had taught her to do. Holding it and squeezing so gently before she took him completely into her mouth—up and down, faster and faster. Her head bobbing as she closed her eyes letting the passion of taking him deep in her throat consume her, she could feel herself becoming so much more aroused, her private place becoming wet and wanton, so desperate to be touched.

Taking herself away from him, she slowly crawled back up his body. Positioning herself over his hips, she brushed herself over his length before raising herself and slowly dropping down onto that thick length. Watching him, she suggestively licked her lips as she worked him and herself into a frenzied state. Forcing herself to keep her eyes open, she watched Benito as she moved him closer to his release, his face strained, his neck elongated, stretched back as she continued to rise and fall on him.

Whimpering, Lucy felt her release imminent. Focussed on Benito, she watched as he tightly closed his eyes.

“Tesoro, oh fuck!” He growled as she felt him pulse, spilling his seed inside her. Collapsing onto his chest, she tightly held onto him. His arms were wrapped around her back, holding her close to him.

“You are amazing,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.

Lucy laughed, “It’s only what you have taught me.”

“I know, but you’re still amazing. Come on, let’s get up,” he said as he slapped her butt, “and you
are
staying home today. Call Lisa, go out for the day. Please.” He pleaded.

Climbing off her lover, Lucy stood beside him. “I need to be doing something. I just can’t sit at home.” She turned, heading for the bathroom.
“Going to shower. I’ll stay at home for a couple of days, and then I’m back to work. Do we have a deal?”

“Oh hell, Lucy!
Why can’t you just do as you’re told?” He snapped.

“Because I can’t, I’m me Benito. If you don’t like the way I am—well you’ll just have to deal with it, because I’m not changing. I’ll happily go part time, but you’ll never get me being a housewife, or house partner, whatever it is you want to call me!”

“Lucy, please.” He stood, walking towards her, “please just look after yourself.”

Staring at him she became infuriated. “No! Deal with it.” She snapped as she turned the water on, waiting for it to warm up before stepping into the walk-in shower.

Once in the shower, standing under the warm water, Lucy closed her eyes, letting the warmth soothe her. Turning her back, she ran her hands over her face unaware of Benito standing behind her, watching her. Studying her slender figure, the contours of her firm backside, the dimples at the base of her spine he stepped into the shower with her. He reached out, his big hands grabbing her waist, pulling her towards him.

With her back against his stomach, he let his hands slide against her wet skin, across her hips and towards her mound. Brushing his fingers over her lips, she quivered, still alight from their previous love making.

Turning in his arms, she looked up at him, droplets of water clinging to her forehead. “I will
not
be a kept woman,” she whispered. “I’m happy, so very happy Benito. Please don’t spoil it. If it makes you feel better, I’ll work part time, but please don’t expect me to stay at home permanently; I can’t, not yet anyway.”

“So, you’ll give up work when the baby comes?” He looked down at her face, those beautiful clear blue eyes, her short blonde hair brushed back behind her ears.

Looking down, she rested the top of her head against his chest. “Yes,” she whispered, “but I can’t be on my own Benito, not yet. It scares the life out of me to be on my own right now.” Finally admitting why she wouldn’t stay home, she felt a sense of relief wash over her.

“The fucking bastards,” Benito hissed as he held her closer, the water showering down on both of them, wrapping her in his arms, holding her so very close. “Why didn’t you say that was the reason for not wanting to be left on your own? Tesoro, you have to tell me these things, please.” He said gently.

Staying wrapped up in his arms, her face buried into his shoulder, the tears silently fell. Breathing deeply, she pulled herself away from him. Turning and standing under the hot running water, trying her very best to control the terrible feelings within her remembering those short hours she had to endure in that dreadful place, blind-folded, bound and cold. The only sounds she heard for her time in captivity were the footfalls of her captors and their sadistic laughter as they took pleasure in beating her. Lucy’s insides rolled as she recalled the sound of the snipping sound of metal against metal as they’d severed her hair.

Unable to hold back the tears any longer, she let them flow, her shoulders heaving as she sobbed, wrapped in his arms he bought her closer to him. “
Io uccidere i bastardi fottuti, io strapparli a pezzi,” he growled, his voice taken on a harsh tone. “Tesoro, please talk, if not to me then, talk to someone, anyone.
Please
let me help you”

Burying her head further into his shoulder, “I just can’t be alone, not yet.” She sobbed, “I can’t. Please don’t leave me on my own.”

“Lucy, I would never do anything you weren’t happy with,” keeping her close, he held her in his embrace until the tears subsided.

Lucy took just five minutes to dry and style her hair, different to how long she would usually take when her hair was longer. After dressing, she joined her lover as he prepared coffee and orange juice.

“Don’t you want anything to eat?” Lucy asked, “I’m starving.”

Smiling, he looked at her, “Well you
are
eating for two.”

“Oh, come on, what am I, like a couple of weeks gone? I haven’t even been sick yet! But, I’m famished.” She smiled, the trauma of her earlier thoughts in the past but not forgotten.

Reaching into the fridge she took out a box of eggs, “Scrambled?” she asked as she started to break eggs into a bowl

“Please.”

Standing at the counter, Benito watched Lucy as she quickly and efficiently worked. In typical Lucy style, she cleaned as she went—such a tidy person.

“Come into the office today, if you must, but really Lucy, I don’t want you to work full time. Seriously tesoro, there is really no
need
for you to work at all any more, is there?”

Finishing off her clearing up with her back to him, Lucy stopped and turned, “I’ll stop work when
I’m
ready, not when you say I have to finish. It’s not as if I have any heavy work to do.”

“Maybe so, but you’re carrying
my
child. I need to look after you and it.”

“Benito,” she started to answer back but was stopped by him as he walked towards her and placed his finger to her lips.

“Lucy, I nearly always get what I want, so please don’t argue. Come in with me today, or go out with Lisa, but I want you to finish work as soon as possible.”

Her mouth dropping open, “No, and if it means I call an end to this
relationship
now, I will because I have never, ever been bossed around like this since I left home, and I’m damned if it’s going to start again now.” She yelled at him, throwing the saucepan into the dishwasher, “I’m staying at work even if it is part time; I am not becoming a bored housewife, or whatever I’ll be called!” She snapped.

Checking his watch, Benito moved away from her, sighing, “Can we just agree to disagree for now? I need to head off to the office.”

“We’re going to have to my darling because I like my own way too!” She half smiled at him, banging the remaining breakfast plates into the dishwasher and pushing past him, collecting her bag as she went.

Arriving at the office, following the drive in which they were both silent, the tension in the air could be cut with a knife. Benito and Lucy walked to their respective offices in silence. Benito looked calm as he walked through the main reception area, nodding good morning to his staff. Lucy, on the other hand, with a face like thunder, glared at her team and her friend, Katie, as she marched through to her office, slamming the door behind her.

The girls in the office all looking at each other, and then towards the back of Benito, as he walked to the stairs and made his way up to his first floor office.

The morning slowly passed. Reluctantly, Lucy had to visit Benito’s office several times. Through gritted teeth, she asked him to sign various documents from the paperwork that had piled up over the two and half weeks they had been away.