Chapter 82: I Want To Move In With Him

Chapter 82: I Want To Move In With Him

Luciano

“Are you sure?” Abigail asked, a hint of uncertainty in her strained voice.

“Are you backing out?” She hesitated for a moment.

“Fuck me, Luciano.” I chuckled and while keeping the gun roughly pressed under her chin, I took out my dick to graze over her wet entrance.

“You are driving me crazy.” I uttered in her ear while at the same time pushing myself into her.

Her lips parted to let out soft whimper and moans, my free hand was tightly holding onto her waist while I began thrusting with more force. She felt incredible and sounds of pleasure emitted from my throat caused by the feeling of her tight walls around me. What we were doing was dangerous and most importantly foolish but both of us were too caught up in the moment to give it a second thought. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room and our erotic sounds echoed through the entire mansion. I couldn't possibly get enough of her, I needed more and I needed to hear her scream for me.

She moaned my name over and over while she got closer to her orgasm and I let her be pushed over the edge. I nestled my face in the nape of her neck where I kissed and nipped at her skin. I slowed down to let her come down from her high but as soon as she had relaxed, I started ramming into her walls over again, seeking my own release. Soon she came again and again. She whimpered louder and whined even when I fucked her harder.

“It is too much,” she pleaded.

“You can take it, you have done it before.” I gritted back.

I lifted her leg up to rest her knees on the table, she moaned louder when I fucked her even deeper than before and I felt my dick twitch inside her. The thought of filling her stomach pushed me over the edge and I cum with a deep grunt. She released right after, crying out my name.

“Fuck…” I swore, pulling back to tower over her bent over frame and I flicked the safety back on and dropped the gun on the table.

I pulled out of her, mesmerized at the sight of our mixed juices running down her legs. It was like a work of art. I put dick back into my pants again and zipped up, she raised her body and I helped her take off the belt around her wrist. When I was done, I smacked her ass and placed a kiss on her shoulder.

“You are fucking crazy.” She chuckled and turned to face me. I grinned back and kissed her lips.

“You and me both.”

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The sound of the front door opening and closing caught my attention and I walked towards the foyer. I saw her standing there and when she saw me, she stepped towards me.

“How did it go?” I asked when I got to her.

She had just been at her parents house to tell them about the two of us, she had seemed a little on edge right before my driver took her there even though she said she wasn't nervous.

“My mother was okay with it but my father was a little upset that I am dating his thirty-eight year old colleague.” She sighed, folding her arms.

“But if you are here then he must have eased up after a while, right?” She nodded.

“Yes, I mean, I am twenty so he doesn't really have a say in who I date but I still think he needs some time to fully be on board.”

I tilted her chin up with my finger and kissed her lips, assuring her that it would be okay.

“I am sure he will be more supportive soon, don't worry.” She smiled softly and I wrapped my arms around her, my hand gently caressing her hair.

This was a good thing, finally we didn't have to sneak around to not get caught by her parents and most importantly, she could move in with me officially. I am looking forward to that.

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Abigail POV

“Come in.” My father called from inside his office and I reached for the door handle and pushed it open, revealing my father who sat behind his desk. When I passed the threshold, he raised his gaze and his face lit up.

“To what do I owe this pleasure, Abigail?”

I chuckled and stepped closer to where he sat at his desk, holding the jacket in my hands tightly. It was still a tiny tad tense between the two of us, the news about me dating his thirty-eight year old work friend had taken him by surprise and not the good kind. It wasn't that he had anything against Luciano as a person, it was more the fact that he was dating me, his twenty year old daughter. I couldn't exactly blame him for being skeptical, he was simply looking out for me.

“I want to tell you something about me and Luciano.” I said, he gave me a displeased sigh but gestured for me to take a seat on the chair opposite him. I walked to the chair and sat down, flattening out the skirt of my dress.

“What did you have in mind, dear.” He asked, leaning forward to intertwine his hand on top of the desk.

“I want to move in with him.”

A tiny frown made its way onto his face and he leaned back in the leather chair, looking deep in thoughts. Was this a bad idea? Was he upset?

“Dear,” he began.

“Don't you think the two of you are moving too fast? You are still very young.”

“But you and mother got together when you were nineteen, father. It is pretty much the same.” I reminded him.

“That was different, your mother and I were the same age.”

“What does that have to do with anything? He might be older than me but it doesn't have to be a bad thing and if you…”

“Alright, alright.” He interrupted, gesturing with his hand for me to calm down.

“You are starting to sound like your mother when I forget to feed the cat.” He said, a shadow of a smile on his lips. I raised an eyebrow at him and gave him a bored look.

“Listen, dear.” He put his hand over mind.

“I know I can't decide who you date or not, you are old enough to do that for yourself. I just don't want you to make any mistakes.”

“I won't, it feels right with him, father. I love him.”

To the rest of the world, Luciano Adams might be seen as a ruthless and dangerous man but to me, he was so much more. I had fallen in love with him and I could not see my life without him.

“Then I don't want to stand in the way.” He gave me a tight smile.

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The blue sky had been replaced with a coat of dark cloud and outside the mansion, the rain poured down aggressively. I had always liked the rain, there was something so comforting in hearing the sound of raindrops smatter against the window. The sound of footsteps hastily hitting the floor outside the bedroom made me avert my attention to whoever was about to burst through the door. When they got closer, I recognized them.