Chapter 29
Lucky
Sometimes a girl has just got to show a man she means business, even if you are becoming insanely attracted to said man. It’s the way it is, well for me anyway. I know what Nico was doing, I could feel his hard cock on my back he was that close to me. Needless to say, he has put self defense classes off until tomorrow. Ha. I’ll show him my moves, listen I am a Gianluca do you think my daddy brought me up not able to protect myself? That aside I do have three older brothers. Anthony, Lorenzo and Mattia have all shown me how to take care of myself. It was no secret from when I was a kid, oh I’d say around five or six that I knew I wasn’t born into any ordinary family.
For a start we never had other kids come round to play, we had families big huge families turning up for events, always dressed in black the men and the ladies in more colors than the rainbow with their dark hair, red painted lipstick, the odd blonde here and there but mostly dark haired, dark eyes – all of them glamorous and everything I wanted to be when I was that young, tender age.
My school wasn’t just any normal school from the state either, I attended a private school for the privileged and the girls could be really mean with their so-called sisterhood and peer pressure. Thankfully, Mia became my friend, and we were always together. I did used to wonder how come a lot of the other kids would be picked on by the sisterhood girls and I was left alone. It took Anthony my eldest brother to explain to me about the fact that daddy was a Don. He didn’t go into detail; Google gave me all the answers I needed. It turns out that most of the kids especially the girls were shit scared of me as I grew up. Suited me fine, they could all go on about their business and I could be a geek and study hard and read all the books I wanted to, to my heart’s content not to mention trying to seduce my male teachers when I was older.
Apparently, Nico is taking me out riding this evening and we’re having dinner outside in the grounds. He said to make sure I wear something warn as the evenings are cooler and with the ocean it always seems to drop a few degrees. I’ve showered because doing hillwalking, then his trainer put me on the CrossFit machine, followed by thirty minutes of light weights with many reps, I needed a shower. Nico left after I bit his arm swearing and cussing, leaving me chuckling because hell it was fucking funny watching a Don, a dark man like Nico who has broken fingers and held knives to people’s throats, crying like a baby over a bite to his arm and by a woman, nonetheless.
My long dark hair hangs down my back, it feels cool from washing it and I inhale my mango shampoo, my favorite. Dressed in my satin pajama shorts and a camisole I decide it’s time to call Mia. Thankfully, Nico did put her number in this phone, he said I could only be on it a few minutes and that we’d be having new phones every other day. Wow, so paranoid, although I know we have reason to be, but it strikes me as a tad excessive.
The phone rings on the other end. “Hello, you better not be some fucking whack job.”
“Mia, it’s me. Lucky.”
“Oh. My. Fucking. God. Are you okay? Are you safe? Where the holy fuck are you? I’ve been worried sick.” I can hear the concern in her sweet voice.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Hell holed up somewhere about four or five hours out of New York on some remote island.”
“Shit, I heard about the shooting. Any idea who was behind it and if it was meant for you to get to Nico or for Nico?”
“No fucking idea. He’s on it. He’s got everyone all over it. Listen, I can’t talk long, I have to ditch this phone so there is no trace. I just wanted to check in with you and let you know I was fine, albeit bored out of my mind. And Nico, jeez he is driving me insane.”
“Ah, but I could think of worse guys to be holed up with. I mean, he is seriously handsome and debonair, I wouldn’t mind a man like Nico Santangelo.”
“Mia,” I warn. “He’s my fiancé.”
“Yeah right, only forced fiancé you can’t even stand the man.”
So why then do I feel a bit strange that my bestie is telling me how hot she thinks Nico is? I dismiss it. “Nonetheless we are engaged to be married. About that, he wants us to get married here. He said it would be too dangerous in New York after the shooting. He doesn’t trust something else happening.”
“Fuck seriously? I was looking forward to being your Maid of Honor. Try to persuade him otherwise. That man can hire a flipping Marine core for security and then some. He can hire an entire hotel, wait he owns hotels, right?”
“He does, part of his so-called legalized business.”
“Well then, he can have it swept or whatever they do and put extra security on. You can be flown to the rooftop via helicopter. He does have a helipad, doesn’t he?”
“Yes, that man has literally everything. His net worth is shocking. I googled him a while back, he is up there with the likes of Elon Musk, Jeff Bezos and Mark Zuckerberg. His net worth is around two-hundred billion dollars. Can you imagine?”
I hear as Mia lets out a whistle. “Fuck, Lucky you can have whatever you want. He could hire an island for the wedding.”
“I think he already owns a damn island. There is nothing for miles around when I look out of the windows, it’s grass, forest, gardens, high walls, the ocean in the distance.”
“Sounds beautiful, the perfect romantic getaway.”
“This is not a romantic getaway, Mia. It’s a fucking prison I can’t do anything and being close to him makes me all hot and cold.”
“Hot and cold, eh? You sure you haven’t caught feelings for hot billionaire, Mafia Don Nico Santangelo? Because it sounds like it to me?”
Have I? No fucking way. “Okay, I’ll admit that I like the way he looks, the way he moves but that is a natural human reaction, our bodies react to something we like, it doesn’t mean I like him like him.”
“You keep telling yourself that Lucky.”
I hear a banging on the door and then it opens. Nico strides in wearing dark denims and a white pristine button-down shirt, showing off just how black his hair is, those blue eyes of his are murderous. I shrink back on my bed into the scatter cushions. “Off the fucking phone, I told you a few minutes.”
He grabs it from my hand. “Hey, I’m talking with Mia.”
“I don’t care if you’re talking with the motherfucking Pope.” I glare at him and catch him fixating on my core between my legs, I look down. Fucking fantastic, my shorts have moved, and he has a clear vision of my apricot lace panties. He licks his lower lip, an instant desire pools in my groin, the heat rushes up to my stomach then to my neck as I feel my cheeks flushing.
“She’s busy goodbye, Mia.” Nico throws the mobile on the floor and stomps on it. “You need to learn to do as you are fucking told, Princess.” His voice is deep, menacing and almost a growl causing my lace panties to get wet. I feel my nipples budding and straining against the sheer satin of my cami top. His eyes flicker to my tits. He moves closer and places one knee on the bed.
I gasp at his closeness; my mouth has gone dry. How can one single man have this impact on me? I mean, HOW? “You look beautiful like that, Princess.”
Beautiful? Me? It’s been a while since a man told me that and then he was a fucking jerk, an older man who fancied himself with a girl twenty years younger than him. Don’t ask me why I even went on that date, boredom perhaps, defiance maybe. Who the fuck knows. I bite my lower lip as his knee forces my thighs slightly apart and his knee makes contact with my pussy.
“I can feel the warmth of your cunt, Princess. Are you turned on perhaps?”
“No.”
“You are lying, Princess. Do you know what happens to liars?”
“No, what?” I stick my chin up defiantly.
“This.” He grabs my thighs and pushes them wide open, rubbing his knuckles along the seam of my satin pajamas. “So wet, you little whore, so fucking easy.” I want to tell him that it’s him, nobody has made this happen to me before, but I will not give him the satisfaction. No way.
He moves his leg as I gasp for more of his touch. I ache for him to touch me again, then he gets up and grabs my angles and manages to flip me over, so my face goes down into the pillows. With one strong arm, he reaches and lifts my hips up so my ass is at his waistline and then he slaps my ass.
“You like this you little slut? You want me to carry on spanking your ass for being a naughty fucking bitch?” Oh, holy shit, I do want him to continue, I am loving the sting of his hand on my ass, I bet it leaves an imprint. I bite my tongue so as not to respond. Thwack, thwack, thwack. Three more slaps to my ass, it hurts, it stings, it feels raw.
“Don’t ever disobey me again, Princess.” Then his hand releases from holding me up and I fall to the bed, gasping, groaning and needing his touch, his cock so badly that I feel as if I might scream for him to fuck me.