Chapter 101: I Can't Focus

Chapter 101: I Can't Focus 

Abigail

“L…Luciano, I am going to cum.” I moaned, gasping and whimpering from the change of pace that his fingers suddenly made.

“Good girl, cum for me. Let me taste you again, I fucking love how you taste.” 

It was practically a demand and I could tell by his rapid breathing that he soon couldn't hold back from ramming into me with his dick instead. That thought pushed me over the edge, and he had now made me cum twice in the last twenty seconds. He stood on the floor, between my wide open legs while I held my breath again. He granted me the support I needed to stay upright by keeping my knee over his shoulder. A couple of minutes went by, and he still didn't move nor touch me.

“What are you still doing on your knees?” I asked, looking down at him.

“It is so fucking hot watching your cum drip down your legs.” He replied, pulling his eyes from my bare pussy to my gaze. 

His husky voice and warm breath gave me goosebumps, I chuckled and leaned my head back on the wall, swiping a hand through his hair.

“Do you think I will beg you just because you gave me two amazing orgasms? Yours isn't that magical.” I teased him.

“You should look between your legs and then I dare you to tell me that again, truthfully.”

I felt his lips come in contact with my bare thigh, kissing the skin until he replaced it with his tongue. When he had licked up the juice and pulled my dress back down, he stood up where he towered over me.

“But seriously, baby girl. You are saying you don't want more after what I just did to you?” He asked, smirking.

Believe me, I want nothing more than for him to destroy me right on the spot, up against the wall, over the counter and on the floor. I chuckled and adjusted the collar of his shirt, grabbing the material to pull him an inch closer.

“You have no idea the things I want you to do to me right now.” I said, my words earning me a winning grin, and then I continued.

“But the image of the big bad mafia Don all tied up and helpless for me to use is  a little more enticing.”

It was hard to read the expression on his face, it was surprising mixed with frustration. He huffed while his eyes fell over my body, down to my waist and then up again. The sound erupting from his throat was the closest I would get to an agreement. I could imagine how he would look tied up by his wrists to the bed frame, struggling against the uncomfortable restraints while a look of irritation painted his face. A dominant man in such a submissive position would be a thrill to see. And suddenly, I looked so much forward to what the day after would provide.

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Luciano POV

His shoulders heaved slowly as he took a deep breath, and he rearranged his thumb over the trigger before aiming at the target. The past couple of times, Ambrose has hit the drawn out man on the right neck, all five times, not even close to the black circle in the middle of his chest.

My brother was usually one of my best shooters, which is why watching him at that moment was like adding salt to a wound and, before he even pulled the trigger, I knew it would be a miss. The shot echoed through the air and I squinted to see where he had hit this time. The target was thirty meters away but one of my men who stood closer confirmed that he had now changed sides. It was the left peck. I rolled my eyes and Ambrose grunted in irrational, his lips in a thin line as he turned around to walk to me.

“What the fuck was that?” I snapped, frowning at him.

He wiped his forehead with his palm and a lot of my men were doing the same. Despite the little chill weather, the hours of training were taking its toll on us except for Abigail who was just standing beside me, watching the guys as they shot at different targets.

“I don't know, I just…I can't focus.” He sighed.

“You think I want to bring something like that to the Lotus Mafia? If you miss even a millimeter at an important moment, you are dead and that will be my fault. So fix it.” 

“I will just need to train more, I haven't exactly lost the skill. I just want to regain some focus.” He tried to reason, sounding convinced of what is coming out of his mouth, but I was not.

I knew exactly why he couldn't concentrate, Abigail is here. She was never present to our training, only. Only times it was no one but me. She had no reason to be here, but today I thought it would be good for her to watch how it was done. Seems like she had to change position though.

“Do you need training? Fine, training starts now. Come with me, angel.” I said to Abigail beside me. She followed my steps as I walked to the table where different weapons were laid out. Mostly handguns, I grabbed one, inspecting it for a second before giving it to her.

With her hand on her clothed waist, I led her to where Ambrose stood when he aimed, a small frown on his face as he watched me place my body close behind her. I mentally chuckled at his jealous scowl, his arms folded across his chest and his lips in a tight line. Her body heat radiated through the hoodie she was wearing, which was mine. She lifted her arms in a horizontal line before her face, making herself ready to fire. I knew she was a good shot, surprisingly good. It would be interesting to see if she was better than my dear brother.

“See this?” I said, grazing my hand underneath her lifted arm.

“This is the perfect example of a correct stance. Her hands are steady, she is relaxed, not getting caught up by the surrounding audience.”  My eyes traveled over the men around us, lingering on Ambrose at the last part. I took a step back, allowing her some space. 

“Now, shoot.” 

She hit the target right in the center of the head and I heard her gasp in happiness. She turned to me with a smile, but tried to be professional and attempted to hide her joy with a clearing of her throat.

“That was perfect.” I smiled at her as she walked towards me.

“Good girl,” I didn't say the last part too loud, only in her ear when she stood by my side. But maybe audible for Ambrose to hear.

A pink shade covered her cheeks lightly at my praise, and she looked proud of herself. She should be, we hadn't practiced that long with weapons.

“That is enough for today, everyone go inside and have a rest.” I said, and my men pulled themselves up the stairs and into the mansion, leaving me and Abigail.