Chapter 70: I Adore Your Mother

Chapter 70: I Adore Your Mother

Luciano

The bed was cracking and I was sure it would break any second by how hard I was fúcking her. The way she tilted her head back proved that she was close.

“Good girl, cum for me.” I ordered.

Her orgasm was even more intense than the last one and her cries made me release as well. I uttered her name, it seemed to be the only thing on my mind as I shot my load onto her pussy. I slipped out of her to slump down on the bed beside her. I could easily take her again but to be honest we both were jet-lagged and needed to rest. I helped her into the shower as she had some trouble walking on her own and her legs were still shaking a little bit. I couldn't help but chuckle and it earned me a glare.

“This is your fault, you know.” She said as we entered the bathroom, referring to her unbalanced state.

“I love you too, baby.” I chuckled.

She huffed, she was cute when she pretended to be pissed but I knew that her tight little pussy would be happy to be filled again. We went to bed after taking a shower and she drifted off to sleep the second her head hit the pillow. I laid down behind her as usual, pulling her back against my front and soon drifted off to sleep as well

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Abigail POV.

“I am happy to hear that you came out without any harm. I am very impressed with what you did, Abigail.” Luciano’s mother expressed in a proud tone.

“Thank you,” I smiled at her, feeling my cheeks heat up a tiny bit.

“You are going to be a perfect ruler of this cartel one day, sweetheart.” She said, taking a sip of her tea.

“She might even outrun you, Luciano.” She cocked an eyebrow at her son. I looked at him with a light chuckle and he squeezed my thigh as I was situated next to him around the dinner table.

“Don't give her any encouragement,” he smirked, glancing at me.

I elbowed him in the side playfully, causing him to plant a hand over the area. His pout looks like a little boy.

“I am glad you are willing to put up with this, he hasn't always been this sweet.” She said and he put a hand over his chest, inflicting pain.

“It hurts me that you think so low of me.”

“Oh, please.” She leaned cooler to me.

“You should have seen him, always pushing people around and…”

“You know, despite the interesting turn this conversation is taking, we have to get going, mother.” He interrupted and stood up from his seat.

“See?” She uttered, causing me to chuckle. He went around and peck his mother on the cheek and I stood up to embrace her.

“Tell Ambrose we said hi.” I said to her.

“Of course, sweetheart. Drive safely, my children.”

He shook his head to himself at her words as he waited for me to approach him, his arm snaked around my waist and we began walking out of the house. His hand alone was big enough to go halfway around my waist. We had been here for almost two hours just chatting with his mother. Despite it being Ambrose's mansion, he was at home, Luciano said he had some business to attend to. His mother was staying with Ambrose, she actually lived in England but had been here for a while now to check up on her family.

When we were both comfortably seated in his car, he started driving out of the gates. His hand quickly found its way to my bare thigh, the coldness of his rings made the hair on my arms perk up. I placed my hand over his, intertwining our fingers.

“I adore your mother.” I said, looking down at our hands that were melted together on my thigh. His thumb rubbed circles on my fingers.

“I am pretty sure my mother adores you as well.”

“You think so?” I raised my gaze to look at the side of his face and he chuckled.

“Are you kidding? She loves you more than she loves me and Ambrose.” He said, meeting my eyes for a second before returning his attention to the road.

“Can you blame her, though?” I said, smiling cheekily as he met my gaze with a raised brow.

“So cocky today, angel.” He smirked.

“I guess we have changed roles then.”

He turned to me, a hint of surprise on his face and his tongue grazed over the inner side of his cheek and I could see how hard it was for him to hold back a smile.

“What happened to the sweet little girl I thought I was dating?” He said and shook his head to himself.

I rolled my eyes, yet a smile formed on my lips. I turned my head to the window, watching the people and buildings we drove past. It was an amazing day, weather wise and the sun was sitting high in the sky, not a single cloud in sight. My friends were probably at the beach today and I thought about joining them. His phone rang which caught both of our attention. He answered and as usual, spoke in foreign language. The unfamiliar words from so majestically off his tongue, some words I could catch up on but not many. I glanced at him as he drove, his hand sliding across the steering wheel with ease as we turned a corner. He was wearing comfortable clothes which was actually my favorite look on him, don't get me wrong, he looked fucking hot with a suit but a t-shirt and loose pants were another level.

I smirked to myself as a thought entered my mind. It would most likely get me in trouble but that only intrigued me. As he was putting his full attention on the person speaking on the other end of the call, I planted my hand on the outside of his crotch and he tensed immediately. The car swerved a couple of centimeters to the side before becoming steady again, he snapped his head to me and gave me a warning glare.

“What?” I mouthed, at the same time dragging my palm over his huge bulge. He wasn't hard, yet it was so visible.

When I squeezed, he let go of my thigh and grabbed my wrist. His hard grip made me smile smugly even though it was slightly painful.

“Excuse me for a second.” He uttered into the phone before turning to me.

“Whatever you think you are doing, stop it.” He said in a low tone. Did he seriously think I would listen?

“Why? You are getting hard even though I am barely touching you?” I said, scoffing.

“That is pathetic.” I mocked him, giving his body a slow one over.

His lips parted and he licked them before turning his gaze to respond. I knew how much he hated being talked back to, he wasn't used to disobedience. However, it was my favorite thing to do. I loved seeing his jaw clenched, his lips pursing as he grew more irritated.