Broken Promise by M. James
Luca
Ifeel like I’m in a haze. It feels better than being high, better than any sex I’ve ever had in my life, better than anything I ever imagined. I just came harder than I think I ever have before. However, I’m still rock hard, moaning with pleasure at the feeling of Sofia’s tight pussy fluttering around me from her orgasm. I can still taste her on my lips, the scent of her surrounding me, and I don’t want to stop. I can’t stop, and I keep thrusting inside of her, pushing myself up to look down at her as I rock my hips slowly, savoring the feeling of her wet, velvet heat sliding along the length of my cock again and again.
I can’t let her go.It’s half the reason I don’t want to stop fucking her, because I feel that somehow if I stop, if I pull out of her, if I go to sleep—when I wake up, she won’t be here anymore. She’ll be in her own room, or she’ll be gone, lost forever. It’s a ridiculous, delirious thought, but I’ve stopped trying to make sense of it since the moment I stepped on the plane back home.
This is all I wanted.
I don’t want it to end.
Don’t stop.
I lose track of how long it goes on. I want to do more than just fuck her like this, in missionary, but I don’t want to slip out of her long enough to change positions. I keep thrusting, long and slow, kissing her over and over again until, at last, she tightens around me and cries out again. I feel my cock start to throb as I spill my cum into her again for the second time, shuddering as I wrap my arms around her and bring her with me as I roll onto my side, her leg wrapping over mine.
We fall asleep after that for a little while, my half-hard cock still inside of her. Sofia’s head is tucked under mine, her face pressed against my chest, and I can feel the warmth of her breath against my skin.
I’ve never done this before. I’ve had women sleep over a handful of times, when I was too worn out to bother calling them an Uber, but I’ve never held a woman in my arms after sex, never fallen asleep with someone else’s body pressed against mine. I never thought I would want to. I like my space, my giant bed, the ability to sprawl out, the king in his castle.
I hadn’t thought I’d ever find a woman who I’d want to be the queen of it, too.
When I wake up again, Sofia stirring against my chest, the clock reads five in the morning. At some point, she’d rolled over, nestled against me so that I’m spooning her. As her back arches slightly, and her ass pushes back against my groin, I feel my already partially erect cock harden completely, my balls aching as I grind against her without thinking.
Sofia moans, her head falling back against my shoulder. “Again?” she asks sleepily, her voice light and teasing even half-asleep, and my cock throbs.
“Yes,” I growl and reach down to angle myself between her legs, moaning as the head of my cock slips easily inside of her. She’s so wet, her body hot and eager for me, and I thrust up into her with one stroke, seating myself to the hilt as I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her against me.
“Oh god, this feels so good,” Sofia whimpers, and I feel a rush of lust as I remember that she’s never done any of this before, that everything we do together will be new for her. No one has ever made her come with his tongue like I did last night. No one has ever fucked her like this. It drives me wild, my balls tight and painful with the need to come as I slide one arm underneath her head so that I can drape it over her shoulder, playing with her nipple as I slide the other hand between her legs and start to rub her clit, pinching it lightly with every thrust.
The feeling of her squirming in my arms, arching against me as I play with her, exploring her body as my cock sinks into her again and again, is better than anything I’d imagined—and I’d imagined quite a bit. This time I go more slowly, both of us still lazy with sleep as I push her towards a climax, holding my own back until I feel her back arch deeply, her mouth falling open as her hair spills over my chest, her head pressing into my shoulder as she grinds into my hand and moans loudly, her pussy fluttering around me as she comes.
“Fuck—” I groan against her shoulder as I thrust up, my cock throbbing as a flood of cum erupts from me, filling her for the—oh fuck, I don’t even know. I’ve lost track of how many times we’ve fucked now.
We fall asleep again like that, and when we wake up, I roll her onto her back. She whimpers a little when I enter her, and I can tell that she’s sore. “Do you want me to stop?” I ask gently, and Sofia shakes her head, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“No,” she whispers, and I groan as I sink into her again, my body already tensing in anticipation of another orgasm.
It’s nine o’clock before I finally relent and sit up, hitting the switch to open the blinds and flood the room with light. “We need to get up. We should check on Caterina and Ana, and I need to talk to Raoul—”
Sofia sits up slowly, wrapping her arms around herself as the sunlight fills the room. I can see the reality of last night settling over her again, and my stomach clenches. I can easily imagine things going back to the way they were before in the harsh light of day. I can easily imagine her willingness last night being a fluke.
I’m not letting her go. She’s mine, now more than ever. My wife.
But if she doesn’t want me, there’s nothing I can do short of forcing her. And if I couldn’t do that before—
I definitely can’t now that I’ve known what it’s like to have her willing, to have her give herself completely to me without reservation, the thing I’d dreamed of since I’d held her, a spitting, clawing hellcat bent on escape, that first night.
I clear my throat. “If you want to shower first—”
“What was that?” Sofia turns to face me, pulling the sheet up to cover her breasts as she looks at me with those wide, dark eyes. “Last night. You—what was that?”
My first instinct is to go cold, to tell her that it was nothing. That I was angry that someone had dared to try to hurt what was mine. That I took advantage of her, that I used her vulnerability to get what I wanted.
I could shut all of this down with a few well-placed words. I could put a divide between us that would never be able to be crossed again and save us both the pain of trying to make this work.
Because really, how is it ever going to work in the end? I’m not a man who was made to love. Not someone who can give her what she really needs, what she deserves from a husband.
But she’s stuck with me.
You could at least try.
I decide to go for the truth. Just this once.
“I don’t know,” I tell her honestly. “One of the members of the security team came to tell me what had happened. And when he said that someone had broken in, that you’d almost been killed—” I run a hand through my hair, feeling it stick up. “Something snapped inside of me. All I could think about was getting back home. Home—”
“Home to me,” Sofia says quietly. “That’s what you said last night. Right before—”
“If you’re regretting it, you can tell me.” I can hear my voice hardening. “I’m not going to go back on what I said, even after this incident. You can stay in your old room. I won’t touch you again if –”
“I don’t regret it.”
It takes a second for that to sink in. I turn towards her fully, the sheet pooling around my hips and sliding down my thigh. I see Sofia’s eyes flick downwards, her throat contract as she swallows, and my cock throbs traitorously at the thought of what it would feel like to have her throat squeeze around me like that, to have her swallow my cum—
“You don’t?”
“No.” She lifts her chin, and I can see a little of that old stubbornness shining through.
And it makes me hard as hell. Fuck, how does she turn me on so fucking much?
“I didn’t just sleep with you last night because I was feeling vulnerable,” Sofia says, crossing her arms over her chest. “I wanted to know what it would be like.”
“Oh.” I’m not sure why that stings a little. God knows I’ve fucked enough women out of sheer curiosity. “Glad I could be of service.”
“That’s not what I meant.” She chews on her lower lip, flushing a little. “I mean—I wanted to know what it would be like if we…if we actually tried.”
“Tried what?”
“This.” Sofia waves her hand in the space between our bodies. “Us.” She takes a deep, shaky breath. “Look, I know you probably just wanted to get laid last night. And I know that you didn’t ask for this marriage any more than I did. I realized that last night, talking to Caterina—you got dragged into this too. And you’re probably just as resentful of it as I am. But maybe—”
She looks up at me, and I can see how nervous she is. It occurs to me that I could make this easier on her, but I don’t even know what to say. Last night I hadn’t thought past my uncontrollable desire to consider what might happen in the morning.
In the cold light of day, Sofia is as beautiful as she ever was. And I want her as much as I ever have. But I know that marriage—a real marriage—is so much more than that. “I don’t want to be the kind of husband Rossi was,” I say, the words forming slowly. “I didn’t want to be a husband at all, for exactly that reason. I didn’t want to have a wife that I ignored, that I handed over the duties of house and family to while I continued to live the same way I always had. I wanted to be a bachelor because I didn’t want the guilt of being an absent husband.”
I take a deep breath. “I never gave much thought to marriage because I never thought it would happen. I never thought we would happen—that particular debt was never supposed to come due.”
Sofia looks at me cautiously. “And now? If you were going to be a husband—what kind would you want to be?”
I consider that question. I don’t know where this conversation is going, but after last night, she deserves an honest answer at least. “Fair,” I say finally. “Loyal.”
“Kind?” Sofia smiles a little, her mouth twitching at the corners.
I let my gaze sweep over her body, allowing her to see the lust in my gaze. “Sometimes.”
She shivers, but the faint smile doesn’t leave her lips. “When you say loyal, do you mean—”
I reach for her then. I can’t help myself. I run my fingers through her messy hair, trailing the tips down her delicate jawline. “I meant what I said last night, Sofia. All of yesterday, the guys were harassing me to fuck someone. As many girls as I could, honestly. And I won’t lie to you—I tried to make myself do it. To fuck you out of my system, like I said.”
“But?” Her cheek tilts into my hand, her dark eyes never leaving mine.
“I couldn’t do it. All of those women—they were just like every other woman who’s ever been in my bed. Gorgeous, perfectly fit, willing to do anything I asked.”
“Luca—” Sofia winces. “Maybe I don’t need all the details.”
“Fair.” I chuckle. “The point is, Sofia, I only wanted you. The night before the funeral, when I left you here alone and stayed in a hotel? I wasn’t with another woman. I let you think that because I wanted there to be distance between us. But I spent the entire time thinking about you. Wanting you. Fantasizing about you.” I shake my head, my hand sliding down her jaw until her chin is resting in my hand. “I went a little crazy when I came home and saw that video. I wanted you so fucking bad, and to see you—”
“It’s okay.” She laughs a little, tugging her face out of my grasp. “If you couldn’t tell, I liked what you did to me.”
Fuck.My cock throbs under the sheet, rising just at the mention of that night. “Is that so?”
“I’ve liked everything you’ve done to me so far,” Sofia says softly. “Even if I didn’t want to admit it.”
“Does that mean—” I hesitate. “Sofia, I told you before we were married that I wouldn’t force you. I meant that then and I mean it now. Especially after last night, I don’t want you if you’re unwilling. But I do want you in my bed. Now, tonight, tomorrow night. Every night after that.”
“For as long as we both shall live.” Sofia chews on her lower lip again, a sad expression sliding over her face. “I don’t know what to do, Luca. You say you’d be a fair husband. A loyal one, even, which is a hell of a lot more than I think any other woman in this organization can expect. Caterina doesn’t expect fidelity from Franco. But if you’re thinking I would, then you’re right. I know I’ve married into the mafia, but—I’m not a mafia wife.” She looks up at me, her chin tilting up defiantly. “I can’t go to bed with you knowing that you might have fucked some other woman a few hours before. Or sit at home, miserable because you’re out late and I don’t know what—or who—you’re doing. I’d rather not have you at all than only have a part of you.”
She pauses, letting out a slow breath. “I know that my parents’ marriage wasn’t ideal in a lot of ways. But I’ll never believe that my father was faithful to my mother. That he loved her. I’ve struggled so hard with trying to understand why he gave me to you. Why he trusted you enough because I know he loved me. So tell me, Luca. Why should I trust you? Why should I believe that my father didn’t make a mistake?”
Her eyes are misting over slightly, and I feel my chest tighten at the expression on her face. “Sofia, I don’t know what to promise you. I promised you my protection, and I meant that.”
“And last night, I was attacked. Almost killed.” Sofia wraps her arms around herself again, and that look of misery that I know so well returns. “So much for protection.”
“I shouldn’t have left you here alone. That was a mistake.” I reach out to touch her face, but she pulls back, and I can see her walls going up. Shutting me out. Remembering why she’s fought so hard to keep away from me.
I don’t want that to happen. I feel as if I’m fighting for something I don’t understand, a future that I can’t see. All I know is that the thought of losing her makes me feel as if I’m standing at the edge of a cliff, too far above the bottom to see what will happen if I fall.
“I’m going to find out how this happened. I’ll talk to Viktor again.” I hesitate. “Sofia, I don’t know how to do this. I can promise that I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe. I can promise that I’ll never harm you, never lay a hand on you. I can promise you that I’ll take you to bed like I did last night every time you desire, for the rest of your life. I’ll even promise you fidelity if you want it.” I laugh shortly. “God knows I’ve been faithful anyway, despite my best efforts. But Sofia, I don’t know if I can promise you anything else.”
“Not love.” She looks at me shrewdly. “Not the kind of marriage I saw, growing up.”
“That love got your father killed. It almost got your mother murdered, too. It put you here, married to a man who can’t be what you want, who can’t love you, who—” I pause, shaking my head. “Sofia, I’m wrong for you in every way. You deserved better than this. But here we are.”
Sofia takes a deep breath. “Okay,” she says softly. “Let’s try this, for now. Just trying to exist together, as a couple. I’ll sleep in here with you. We’ll try to talk more and argue less. We’ll try to understand each other. And we’ll see how that goes.”
Some of the tension leaves me as I listen to her. I might not be able to make peace with the Bratva so easily, but it seems as if here, in this bedroom, I’ve made a tentative peace with my wife.
It’s not everything. But I think it might be enough.
For now.
