Hi. I just want to say that your wtiting is an insperation. Could you do '2p italy hiding his mafia from his s/o, she finds out and tries to leave her, but he wont let her go nsfw'?
Thank you for your feedback! ^//^ I apologize for taking so long on the request.. I wanted to write quality NSFW (to the best of my abilities I mean). I hope you enjoy this piece.
Reader is referred to as: she/her/(y/n)
(y/n) sat across a liar. But he seemed unfazed at her upset disposition. Luciano sipped his espresso with delicacy. He sat in his leather arm chair. One leg crossed over the other. He exuded power and authority, something that (y/n) had felt when she first met him. But after accepting his confession, she had realized that it really was all an act. Or, that was what she thought.
“Why did you want to see me amore? I must say, I was pleasantly surprised when you asked for me.”
(y/n) stared at him. Yes, it had been extremely stupid to come discuss her discovery at his office. But Luciano had always been insistent about keeping his work and rest of his life separate. She had lauded and admired him for this, until she became aware of what he truly meant. Biting her lips in anxiety, she remembered a couple of hours ago when she had been contemplating how to approach him. She realized that now, sitting across from him like this, all she wanted to do was tell him honestly and get the fuck out of there.
“You’re the head of the mafia aren’t you?”
Her breathing strained as the espresso he had been holding froze at his lips. Cocking one eyebrow, he stared at her. The intensity of his gaze frightened her. For the first time, she felt scared of him. She was facing a man that was so powerful in the underworld that he had become the source of nightmares for young children.
Perhaps he sensed her fear. Perhaps it just was who he was. Luciano broke the tense moment with a smile.
“Care to share how you found out bella?”
She shook her head ever so slightly, prompting him to get out of his chair and place his finished espresso on a nearby desk. He slowly strode towards her and knelt down on one knee in front of her. A tender smile bloomed from his face as he gently took her hands.
“Please, don’t be afraid. I hid this from you because I myself was afraid you would run away from me. I wanted everything to be perfect between us. I wanted to give you everything, spend precious moments with you and see you smile and laugh without a care in the world. Yes, perhaps it was selfish of me to cling onto you knowing full well the dirty place that I come from. It is not the most… ethical profession but once you are initiated into this life, you will never get out. Can you understand that?”
His eyes pleaded her to understand. She was still afraid of him. All she wanted to do was run away and never see him again. (y/n) had already gotten his terrifying confession, it was what she had wanted from this meeting. So (y/n) decided to act upon her fear and lie. She nodded her head and pretended to understand. Luciano searched her eyes and stood up. Smiling, he returned back to his seat.
“Thank you for understanding amore. I knew you were different from others.”
(y/n) nodded her head nervously.Her fingers began to fidget as she spoke. “Thank you for seeing me today, Luci. I’m sorry for bothering you while you were in the middle of ….working. I’ll take my leave now.”
(y/n) cautiously stood up and turned her back to Luciano.
(y/n) stopped. Refusing to turn back to face him, she lifted her head ever so slightly. She could hear him get up from his leather arm chair, the shrill creak added to her anxiety. Biting her lips, she mentally prepared herself into a flight or fight mindset. Luciano’s slow and heavy steps unnerved her even further. God, she wished he would hurry up. It was as if he was purposely moving slowly to intimidate her. Before she could react, she felt him whispering into her ear.
“Bella, when you say ‘leave’, you wouldn’t happen to mean ‘leave me’… are you?”
Her breathing stopped.
She could feel her pupils dilating as Luciano smirked. In an instant, he had turned her around and slammed her onto his desk. He placed his thigh in between (y/n)’s legs, trapping her wrists with his own taut grip. Without warning, he began to kiss her. Lips, neck and chest. His kisses appeared repeatedly in these places. The more she squirmed, the more frequent and harsh his kisses became.
Laughing, his lips collided with her own. He began to bite her lower lip with fervor. Tugging at it, he spoke out his frustration.
“Bella, this will be the first and last time I say this. Please, shut up. I refuse to give you any opportunity to escape me. The day you accepted my love you should have known that you belong to me.’
He moved his left hand and began to slowly descend into her skirt. The leather of his glove slid over (f/n)’s sensitive skin and she trembled over his touch. In a subconscious response, she raised her free arm and slapped him.
A tense moment passed between them. Luciano was the first to recover as he smirked. (y/n)’s eyes widened as he reached further and roughly entered her slit. She screamed at the sudden entrance. Luciano began to chuckle as he digitally explored the intimate body part. (y/n)’s terror slowly and unwillingly morphed into pleasure as her moans got louder and more insistent as his free hand roamed the rest of her body and his lips began attacking hers again.
“Apologies for the rough entrance amore, but your little act of defiance angered me. I’m sure you understand why I acted that way.”
He quickened the pace of his fingers as the pleasure that was building inside of (y/n) began to bubble up. The feel of his leather glove and the earnestness of touch against her body allowed the pool of heat to crescendo, reaching a new high that she had never felt before. The energy released from her body in form of a cascade of moans and mewls. She gripped his back as she came, digging her fingernails into his clothes. Luciano pushed her head towards him with his free arm, reveling in the sight he before him. He held her in this way and slowly removed his fingers from her slit. (y/n) slowly relaxed as she came down from the high, a hazy look dulled her eyes.
Placing his wet glove to his mouth, he tasted her. Enjoying the rosy blush that was dusted across her face, a tender smile broke across Luciano’s face once more.
“I refuse to let you go. Even if I have to lie, kill or torture, you will never be free from me. Accept me as a part of yours.”