The one you can't love

Julie's POV,

"But now I think I am going to eat you." The glass from his hand fell on the thickly carpeted floor of the car while he effortless had my bosoms out of my dress. I shivered as a chill ran over my body with his fingers pulling my body to him. His eyes seemed dark when he pulled away to look at my mouth. I knew I should have never bought this revealing dress when he pulled my hair down and had his teeth sinking and sucking my flesh already.

I inhaled deeply before pushing his shoulders as I blinked hissing under the impact of his impatient mouth and hands. I could swear no one can get used to this. My body arched when he took his mouth down to lick my nipple before taking it in his mouth.

I held his head with my trembling fingers and inhaled looking up. My breath hitched while I recalled how rough he was the last night. I started taking deep breaths. And, couldn't help saying when he started pulling my dress more. "Matteo…Sir! We…we are in the car." I trailed off when he held my waist tighter as he sucked my nipple very audibly now.

"Fuck!" He pulled away to spread his legs and pulled down his zipper before holding my arm. Following his gesture, I came down with my cheeks heated.

"Take us to the Gables…" He said on the phone looking at me. "Come on, we have an hour for ourselves." His fingers on my chin pulled my mouth closer to him. "…you better be good this time. You know…today was such a great one for me." He grazed his thumb over my mouth. I had my stomach in knots and hands sweating while he stroked his huge length. I recalled the last night and what that did to me.

"Come here,…I will teach you." I was static when he held my head. I took deep breaths looking at that huge head that had some pre-cum leaking and had my mouth dried with fear or what I don't know. But I was scared of making a mistake. He pulled my head closer to him making me part my mouth a little to take his crown in between my lips.

"Fuck," He got up a little to take more of him in but growled. "Use your tongue." I don't know why he was hot. Hot enough to burn my mouth. His male scent was thick. And, the moment my tongue touched him a certain salty taste enveloped me.

"Now…slowly go…go deeper ok?" He was now leaning in his seat but his hand at the back of my head was confusing me.

"Fucking do it!" He said and I inhaled deeply before sucking his crown. His groan resonated in the whole car.

"Fuck…fuck…you feel so sweet." He said pushing my head down making my mouth taking more of his broad girth. I could feel veins on his bulge. I blinked when I felt him growing inside my mouth. And, the moment he straightened making me aware of his gaze on me made me all so conscious.

"Woman? Just focus on breathing." I don't know why he said it because I was breathing perfectly fine. But I gasped when he pushed me down hitting the back of my throat. I only held his sturdy thighs. My eyes were welled while he continued shoving and cursing.

"Take it," He cursed while my throat started hurting in a few and my mouth seemed to go numb when I took my hand up to fist his shirt. I pulled his shirt with all my strength to hang on there and felt his shoves going harder before he became slow. I was sickened when I felt him shooting in my throat.

I tried to get back but he held me before hissing. "Stay…" I held his thigh and the moment I felt his hand off I tried to get away but his arm effortlessly came around my waist before picking me up to him. I was shivering, coughing, and trembling when he held my back to his chest.

He had my waist secured between his thighs. It was only when my whimpers toned down I felt his hands roaming over my body.

"It was better but believe me…I didn't enjoy it…you can feel it right. It's still so hard." I looked over my shoulder to see him.

"What…" My throat was paining and my mouth was sticky. I was feeling nauseated. "…else do you want?" I completed my sentence and was on the verge of breaking down.

"I…I didn't feel loved? You didn't make me feel special…it was as if I was forcing you…" I got my hand over his hand kneading my breast with more force.

"Sir?" I started cautiously, "…I don't feel loved in your arms too." I told him holding his hand thinking I can make him easy. I don't know why I was telling him this. I knew it won't change anything. But my question made him stare at me. "But…it is never about you." He replied after a few seconds.

"…or…my little virgin wants to be loved,…" He took his mouth over my ear before tugging it with his teeth.

"…do you want me to love you?"

I don't know if I was expecting him to love me. But I didn't love him and the way he treats my body was sure making me detest him now. I used to be scared of his hands but now it seems that I would do anything to stay away from them. I hated his hands, his face, and his voice. For any woman, he might be the most charming person but I would give anything to stay away from him.

"Tell me, Julie, do you want me to love you?" His hot breaths on my ear made me blink while I held his hands tighter that refuse to go easy on me.

I wonder why I was taking it all. I wonder why I was staying. Just because I don't think that putting a reason that my husband asks for too much sex is reasonable. Fine…I will never tell this anybody. I will only say it was because of personal differences. I won't care if my whole life people would call me a fool for leaving a husband this established. It was far better than holding these hands that no matter how hard I pull don't come off. I held his hands pinching my nipples now.

I took a deep breath feeling his hot mouth over my neck as he was relaxing. I want a divorce. The words were at the tip of my tongue. But then my first morning came in front of me when these words got him mad. I wonder why he could talk about separation so openly and I can't.

Maybe I…I should…I should choose my words wisely. "Sir…" I started but his cold voice destroyed everything. "Shut up..."

I let my head rest back over his shoulder while I couldn't help but dream about the day when I will be free. I don't care what kind of days those would be but I wanted to get free.

"I have never come across this kind of ungrateful bitch." He whispered turning my face to him. "…do you have any idea what kind of power I exercise?" I wonder what I did now to make his mood sour.

"Not enough to have my heart," I replied without care but had my heart burned when he whispered into my ear.

"I wish your heart had a value." My breath hitched and I don't know why with each passing second my heart was becoming anxious while he only leisurely roamed his mouth over my shoulder. He had this ability to make me feel worthless. And, no amount of money could justify his actions.

"I like this hair color," He whispered while I only gulped looking at his finger making a cross on my waist.

His right hand traveled up to pinch my nipple before he said. "Come on, ask me anything…diamonds, cars, a house…whatever you want today." His tone was indeed belittling me even more.

"I don't want anything…" I tried to refuse but he was quick to cut off.

"Of course, you are planning to have it all. Aren't you?...but let me tell you…next time you give someone a blow job and he asks you! Don't refuse them. Men…aren't fool, Julie…" He held my jaw to make me look at him. "…I can look right into your eyes how treacherous of a woman you are." I looked in his eyes to see a person who was devoid of any kind of gentleness. His words were not only a reminder of how he too doesn't see this bond as something that would last but also an insult where he was telling me I will be sucking some more dicks in my life.

But I mentioning a divorce was an insult to his ego.

"Can I ask something?" I asked making him look at my mouth before he said. "What?"

"When…when do you think...until when you think we will be breaking up?" I inhaled when he took his hand to my cheek to only get my hair behind my ear.

"Until I find a woman I deem fit to be my wife…I don't know…I guess until then you will be qualified enough to be my mistress of course only if you want to stay with me." He said pulling my body to him while I stared into his eyes. I wonder what makes this man think that I will choose to stay with him.

"What if…what if you never found a woman who complements you perfectly?" I asked to which he smirked.

"Well, the possibility of this happening is huge. You see…" He grazed his fingers on my bareback. "…the more successful I am becoming I wonder if there will be any woman of my status…and, you might end up being my only wife…until this beautiful hair turns silver."

Crap

"What…why do you think that I deserve to live a life like this?" I don't know why I couldn't help showing my helplessness.

"Sometimes I wonder too. A person like you…shouldn't be here at all to live this luxurious life with one of the richest people on the earth." I was at my wit's ends. This person couldn't consider anyone else in front of him. But I knew someone had to show him.

"I didn't mean this." I tried to say but was cut off when he pinched my mouth with his fingers. His hard jaw was giving away his annoyance.

"What else could you mean? Listen, my good for nothing virgin wife…I will never cater any kind of disrespect from you. So, you better shut this smart mouth of yours, smile, and serve me to your fullest."

Our car was pulled but I didn't know where. I was never looking outside and had my kind of hell going on. He got out in a minute. On the other hand, I was trying to get my dress right wondering when this night will come to an end.

Getting out I noticed a driveway yet to another home but this time the place was rich with a beautiful fragrance. I couldn't see much because the car was pulled in the in-house driveway. I followed him into the home. I crossed the hallway of the house. The house was kept well but has a cozier look instead of an extravagant furniture. We both walk out to an area having a huge swimming pool on our left and a dining table on our right. The area was more lighted and had this amazing fragrance enriched in the air.

Three men were standing waiting for us and one of the men came forward to take his suit jacket while Matteo spoke. "We own this vineyard." He spoke now making me see a vineyard. It explained the freshness in the air.

One of the men holds the chair for me while Matteo was already digging into the steak. The same man who pulled the chair for me settled a plate in front of me when Matteo intervened.

"Leave…all of you…" This made that person nod in my direction and I could only press my mouth in response.

"You can't have the privilege to eat with me." This got my cheeks heated in an instant. I looked at my left and right without my knowing and later realized that I didn't want anyone to hear this.

His smile took my eyes to him. "Just imagine yourself sitting in front of me in the next forty years and you are still sitting here not able to eat." I fisted my dress and tried to hold back but I knew I couldn't.

"Were you always like this?" My voice came out in a very respective manner but the words knew their work. His hand was stopped in the midway before his eyes came to rest on me.

"Like what?" He asked giving me a chance to eat my words without hurting his ego. But I only huffed to look away.

"Come on, here…look at me and say this." He dared making me gulp and look at him. My cheeks were heated and my hands were trembling.

"Sir…don't tell me that you don't even know that you are so full of yourself to the extent that you refuse to consider…another person…a human." My voice wavered a little at the end.

"About human?" He rested his fork down. "…I do respect a kind of human. The ones who know they need to work to get something and also the ones who don't get in my ways. Not the likes of you who depend on other people and who literally destroyed my plans. And, it is not that I like rich people. In the end, they are people too. It's just rich people always end up benefiting you somehow and poor ones can't give you that. And, this here," He gestured to me and him, "…you keep benefiting and I keep losing in this bond of ours. And, you expect me to welcome you to my table? We are no family, Julie. You aren't even qualified to be my maid because I hire hardworking people. Do you really think I think of you as my wife?" His bulging eyes and the sharp tone was slicing my heart. He continued eating while I held my arms completely disgusted with his words.

I didn't take anything in the dinner. I was looking at his plate when all of a sudden my eyes met his. "You remind me of someone." He started making me look away. I held my elbow and prepared myself for another session of jeering.

"I had a driver. His son was of my age. He used to look at me like this sometimes. I still feel sorry for him." This got my eyes to him and he continued.

"He got a scholarship in states. He won a very famous math competition at the age of ten. His news was run on the news channel. But only after a few days he ran into an accident…And, I terminated his father's contract because he couldn't show up to the job for three days."

"Why?..." I breathed and imagined a person's misery that had an injured son and now lost his job.

"It was a lot of drama…why are you looking at me like this? It wasn't me who got him into an accident. It was my grandfather." I coughed trying my best not to get to the worst scenario.

"Are you fine?" The amusement in his voice told me that he liked how it affected me. I held my knee which was trembling in fear.

Who do they think they are? But no Julie, that has to be an accident. Who would hurt a ten-year-old? I wonder but tried to calm myself. For some part, I wanted to tell myself that this story is a fake one.

"Yes,…I am fine," I replied when I found him waiting for my reply.

"Look…those people were creepy. I am sure that child was always jealous of me." I looked at him. Now, knowing perfectly who was jealous of who.

"You could have helped that family? Do you…do you think your grandfather did it for you?"

"My grandfather didn't love me. He only wanted to show me how to deal with things. We should always eliminate. That kid was becoming the center of attention. And, let me tell you I always eliminate my source of worry."

"That can't be true. And, it is not possible. You can't eliminate everyone? Somewhere you have to get used to other people winning." A very evil smile appeared on his mouth.

"I don't eliminate everyone. Only the ones, coming in my way. And, when you are in my way you better don't earn a lot of attention." I don't know if it was a warning or just a piece of mere information. I hold my head down thinking what just happened?

"...I do miss my grandfather nowadays a lot. If he was alive…there was no way you were going to be my wife…" His every word was sinking deep in me. "...if I ever decided to have a son I am not going to miss a single thing he taught me. I will pass it all to my son." This made me narrow my eyes and I was about to say something,

"But I..." when he started,

"Oh…I am sure that my father has told you. We always hire women from the outside to give birth. So, the women of our family don't have a say in the brought up of our sons."

"Excuse me?" I was beyond shocked.

"Excused?" He looked at me now innocently as if he hasn't said anything strange.

"Why you would do that?" I couldn't help protesting.

"Oh…just take it as one of the rich people things." He said as if he has told a joke before starting in a rather firm tone.

"Mrs. Lucca you are only here to pose as a perfect wife…and about my blood…you don't worry. The world will only see you as his mother."

"Who…who was your mom?" I asked making his smile freeze.

"Didn't I tell you? My mom was Mrs. Lucca." This was his reply but even a dumb could understand,

"Who is your biological mom?" I asked,

"Someone who disgust me…"

"I…" I was breathless.

"I want to know." I tried to press him.

"No, Mrs. Lucca…you don't want to know. Just as same you won't want to know who will carry my heir."

"How?…Did…did dad cheated on his wife to have you?" I asked shocked and it was hard for me to swallow that Mr. Lucca could break something so sacred.

"Excuse me?...what do you take my father as?... This wasn't cheating. It was a natural process. Mrs. Lucca always knew that she won't have any say in this…and, she too was never interested as long as her company was soaring high with us. And, my mom was someone from a family completely unknown. But…to make my heart at a little ease she was a math professor at a very prestigious university. And, she was one of the best names of her time."

"A mathematician…then why you are disgusted by her name?" At this point, I was totally out of what happened in the car. I wanted to know more. He didn't make any sense.

"She doesn't have any status. And…she was married with other two kids…her son had a condition and she needed money. And, my father was looking for someone who had a good brain and looks. You know…to have the good genes."

I stared at his face. I was sure he didn't take anything from his mother. He was a split image of Mr. Lucca. "Have you ever met her?" I asked to which he only smiled.

"No…and, I never want to."

"Why?" I couldn't help asking. I didn't know about my family and I was sure I would do anything to know about them.

"Can you please shut up…So, I can enjoy my meal?" He asked shaking his head.

I looked at his face wondering what kind of human my husband was. If he really never had a desire to look for his mom I could say he wasn't a normal human being. And, nothing in this world could change his heart. And, I could end up spending my whole life with him.

"And, what was the use to look for her. I sometimes wonder from where you think?" He gave me an expression of disbelief while eating.

It was the moment that I knew I couldn't make myself love him. In fact, no one can ever love him. I knew it was very mean of me to say but this person breath to belittle other people. And, no matter how handsome he was or how much expensive perfume he wore…he was a person who never loved a thing. In fact, I think he was brought up to love himself only.

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