Chapter 168: Dexter Romano
Luca stepped out of the shower with a towel slung low on his hips and found Cecelia waiting in hers. The look she gave him needed no translation.
"Have you ever experienced a mature woman like me before?" she asked, one brow arched, her voice low and knowing. "Come here and let me teach you how love is made."
None of the others carried the quiet certainty she did.
"Alright," he said, moving toward the bed. "But remember you asked for it."
They met in the middle. The kiss started deep and unhurried, then turned hungry. She broke it only long enough to breathe before claiming his mouth again, her palms sliding over his chest and back. He found the knot of her towel and loosened it. Soft fabric slipped away.
She pushed him back with a playful shove. "Wait. I want to try something."
"Do as you wish, Celia." He settled against the pillows.
She explored him slowly, tracing his chest and stomach, then tugged his towel free. Even for a woman who’d been married, the size of him made her pause. A flush rose on her cheeks.
"Amazing, isn’t it?" he teased.
She gave a soft, breathless laugh, swallowed, and wrapped her fingers around him. Gentle strokes followed before she looked up, almost mesmerized.
"C-can I?"
"Lead the way."
She started with slow licks over the head, teasing, then took him deeper in soft, wet pulls. Before he could fully react she sank down, taking him into her throat and working him with a practiced, greedy rhythm. Soft moans vibrated around him as she moved.
He groaned, the heat of her mouth overwhelming. The others had done this before, but none of them had done it like this... experienced, unhurried, and hungry after years without. She treated it like something she’d been waiting for.
Just as the pleasure started to crest she pulled off, lips shiny, eyes dark.
"Put it in me. I need it in me."
He wasted no time. He flipped their positions, laid her back on the bed, and settled between her thighs.
He dragged the head of his cock through her wetness once, twice, then pushed in slow and deep. Her breath left her in a long, broken moan as he filled her completely. Her nails dug into his shoulders.
"Fuck... you’re so tight," he groaned, burying himself to the hilt and holding still so she could adjust.
"Don’t stop," she whispered, already rolling her hips. "I’ve waited long enough."
He started thrusting in deep, measured strokes that made her breasts sway and drew sharper sounds from her throat. Every time he bottomed out she clenched around him and let out a needy little cry. He kissed her through it, swallowing her moans while he ground against her clit.
After a while he sat back on his heels, hooked her legs over his arms, and drove deeper. The new angle made her gasp and arch hard.
"There... right there..." Her voice cracked as he pounded into that spot. Wet sounds filled the room with every thrust. His own groans grew rougher, hips snapping harder.
He pulled out only long enough to flip her onto her stomach, then hauled her hips up and sank back in from behind. Her moan turned into a loud, open-mouthed cry against the sheets. He fucked her deeper still, one hand on the small of her back, the other reaching around to rub her clit in tight circles.
"Luca... oh god..." She pushed back to meet every thrust, voice rising. "Don’t you dare stop..."
That night, the bedroom, bathroom, living room, and even the balcony all became witnesses to their passion.
Only then did Luca truly understand just how overwhelming a woman so close to her thirties could be once she completely let go of her inhibitions.
Even with his enhanced physique and master-level combat skills, his legs were sore by the time everything finally settled down.
The first rays of morning sunlight slipped through the curtains, bathing the bedroom in a warm, hazy glow.
"Mmm..."
Cecelia stirred beneath the blanket, rubbing her sleepy eyes before lazily curling closer to him.
"Luca... what time is it?"
Her voice was soft and slightly hoarse, carrying the lingering exhaustion from the previous night.
He reached for his phone on the bedside table, glanced at the screen, then smiled.
"Almost nine."
"No wonder I’m hungry..."
She stretched like a lazy cat before letting out another small yawn.
Luca stared at her in disbelief.
"You’re still hungry?"
His tone was filled with genuine shock.
Even now, he still hadn’t fully recovered from last night’s battle.
To be honest, if he hadn’t obtained his enhanced physique and combat mastery, he doubted any ordinary man could have survived that level of enthusiasm.
’A woman in her thirties... truly terrifying.’
Of course...
The harder the battle, the sweeter the reward.
The moment those words left his mouth, Cecelia realized he’d misunderstood again.
Remembering everything that had happened during the night, heat rushed back to her cheeks.
Why had she been so bold?
Was it the alcohol...
Or had she simply been holding those feelings back for far too long?
Only she knew the answer.
To cover her embarrassment, she puffed out her cheeks and glared at him.
"I said I’m hungry."
"What exactly are you thinking about?"
Her annoyed expression only made him grin wider.
Just then, another thought crossed his mind.
"We didn’t use any protection last night."
"What are you planning to do?"
"Oh..."
She absentmindedly rubbed the back of her neck, which still felt slightly sore.
"I’ll just buy some medicine later."
"Isn’t taking that too often bad for your body?"
She turned to look at him.
"Then what do you suggest?"
"If I really get pregnant..."
"Will you take responsibility?"
She deliberately asked it lightly, almost like a joke.
But beneath that playful tone hid a trace of nervousness she couldn’t quite conceal.
How could she not want children?
Her late husband’s health had never been particularly good.
Even after years of trying and countless hospital visits, she’d never conceived.
She’d always dreamed of having a child.
Now that she was over thirty, that longing had only grown stronger.
She wanted someone to accompany her through the quiet years ahead.
Someone she could pour all her love into.
Whether noisy or well-behaved...
As long as it was her own child, she’d treasure them with all her heart.
Now that the topic had been brought up, she couldn’t help wanting to know Luca’s true thoughts.
He remained silent for several seconds before wrapping an arm around her shoulders and gently pulling her into his embrace.
"If you really get pregnant..."
"Then we’ll keep the baby."
"I’ll do my best to become a good father."
"And I believe you’ll become a wonderful mother."
He spoke calmly, without hesitation.
Although he was still young, having a child didn’t frighten him.
Besides...
It wasn’t as though he couldn’t afford to raise one.
Cecelia’s eyes widened slightly.
"...Really?"
"You really think that?"
"Of course."
He gently ruffled her messy hair.
"So don’t worry about it."
"If fate really gives us a child..."
"There’s no reason to throw that blessing away."
Her heart instantly softened.
A sweet smile quietly blossomed across her face.
"...Okay."
She leaned comfortably against him, feeling happier than she had in years.
"I’ll get up and make breakfast."
"You can sleep a little longer."
He sat up and began getting dressed.
"Okay."
The instant he lifted the blanket, Cecelia hurriedly pulled her side back down, covering herself tightly.
There were two reasons.
First...
No matter what had happened between them, she still felt shy.
Second...
Every part of her body ached faintly.
Seeing her nervous little movements, Luca couldn’t help teasing her.
"What?"
"You won’t even let your husband take a look?"
"Hurry up and make breakfast!"
She immediately changed the subject, her face burning red.
"I’m starving."
Chuckling to himself, he finished getting dressed and quietly left the bedroom.
The real reason he escaped so quickly...
Was because Cecelia truly possessed something uniquely irresistible.
Something neither Vivienne nor Naomi had.
If they hadn’t become so intimate the previous night, he would’ve never discovered that particular surprise.
Remembering she was a widow, Luca rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
’Maybe those old countryside superstitions about certain women really aren’t completely baseless...’
Then he immediately shook the thought away.
’Who cares?’
’What man could resist someone like her?’
Even someone as knowledgeable and composed as him had nearly lost all self-control.
Half an hour later...
The aroma of breakfast drifted throughout the apartment.
Just as Luca finished placing everything on the dining table, the bedroom door opened.
Cecelia walked out, already changed into fresh clothes.
The moment she smelled the food, her eyes sparkled.
"Wow..."
"Those egg pancakes smell incredible."
She practically skipped over to the dining table, unable to hide her excitement.
"I’ll get you some porridge."
He filled a bowl and placed it in front of her.
Before he could even sit down, she’d already torn off a small piece of pancake and popped it into her mouth.
"Mmm!"
Her eyes curved happily.
"It’s delicious!"
She was convinced Luca’s cooking rivaled that of professional chefs.
The taste was incredible.
The aroma...
The texture...
Everything was just right.
The two quietly enjoyed breakfast while the morning news played on television.
Buzz...
Buzz...
Luca’s phone suddenly vibrated across the table.
He picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Boss!"
Captain Rico sounded unusually excited.
"There’s progress!"
A smile immediately appeared on Luca’s face.
"Frank Romano?"
"Exactly!"
"Just to be safe, we secretly obtained a hair sample and compared the DNA."
"The results are confirmed."
"Dexter is definitely Frank Romano’s biological son."
Luca nodded calmly.
"No."
"He should be called Dexter Romano now."
"Hahaha!"
"You’re right, boss."
Rico laughed loudly before continuing.
"There’s more."
"As we dug deeper, we uncovered something unexpected."
It turned out Frank had also been involved in large-scale tax evasion and embezzlement.
Working together with Lady Francine, he’d secretly established a small company in Rose City.
The startup funds...
Had all been siphoned from the Luiz Group.
With Lady Francine covering everything from the outside and Frank controlling the finance department from within, they’d hidden the scheme perfectly for years.
Even Gordon himself had never discovered it.
"Well done."
This time, Luca offered genuine praise.
The fact that Rico’s team had uncovered secrets even Gordon never knew proved just how thorough their investigation had been.
"It’s an honor to solve problems for you, boss."
"Enough flattering me."
Luca laughed.
"Have everyone keep working for a few more days."
"Gather every piece of evidence."
"Once those two are behind bars..."
"I’ll give everyone paid leave."
"And bonuses."
"You got it!"
"Oh."
Luca suddenly remembered something.
"One more thing."
"Pass this good news along to our friend who’s still sitting in prison."
"Let him enjoy the surprise too."