Chapter 31

Lucky

Okay, so he’s a good kisser, his lips are soft and fleshy, he tastes of mint and strong coffee with a hint of brandy, it’s all very masculine and whatever he’s doing with his tongue has sent signals straight to my core, I already feel the wetness between my legs and my knees feel as if they are going to buckle. The man is a God at kissing, and Nico Santangelo is dangerous where women are concerned. I wonder how many women he has kissed like this; it gives me slight pangs of jealousy. Even though I have absolutely no right to feel like this, who do I think I am? Sure, I am his fiancée but only with a ring on my finger, a diamond that sparkles and is worth an absolute fortune.

He breaks away, his piercing blue eyes now dark where his pupils have completely dilated, I am left breathless, wanting more of him, I want his lips to crush mine again and steal the air from my lungs.

“Was that really necessary?” I ask him instead, after all I have to keep up this charade of not liking him, when in fact bit by bit as he shows me more of his compassionate self, I find myself liking him more and more.

“Come, Princess let’s go sit on the cushions and enjoy our champagne and strawberries, they are fresh from our garden this morning.”

“You have your own gardens for vegetables and fruits?” He takes my hand, something passes through my body, a tingle runs up and down my arm. His hands are big, masculine and his fingers so long. I could imagine the hot mess he can make of me with them buried deep inside my aching pussy.

“Of course, we are self sufficient at the property, I have several people who tend to the crops. I will bring you here when it is pumpkin season, we have some of the largest on the island and there is a festival that we lay on for the islanders down in the streets.”

“At your own cost?” I take a seat on one of the embroidered, Moroccan looking cushions. He pours me a glass of champagne and hands it to me, pours himself one and clinks glasses with me.

“To us, my Princess, my Queen to be. And yes, I cover the cost of course. We have a lot of the islanders who work for me at the property, I believe in giving back to the people who do not judge me and take care of us in their own way. Some have impoverished backgrounds and do not have much. I donate books to the local schools and ensure that every new child starting school receives a hundred dollars of book tokens to see them through the first year.”

I stare at him, is he for real? A killer, a mafia don donating to schools, to kids. “You’re a philanthropist then and a male version of Dolly Parton, cute.”

“I have many charities, Lucky. It is important to help the needy and good causes. You support charity do you not?”

“Well yes, but you’re a murderer.” To which he throws his head back and laughs out loud, his Adam’s apple bobs up and down, it’s kind of sexy, his skin tan, his mouth turned up. He is the devil in disguise of a God, a breathtaking man who can sweep you away and make you forget how sinful he really is. You don’t get to where Nico Santangelo is by being and playing Mr Nice.

“Lucky, Lucky, Lucky,” he sighs, “I am not a murderer.”

“Maybe not you personally, but you hire people, snipers, killers.”

“You think your own father is any different?” He cocks his head to the side and studies my face, I warm under his gaze and squirm. His eyes send a direct signal to my clit, making me ache and want his touch. I could just reach out and trace my fingers down his soft face, feel his warmth under my fingertips. Instead, I take two large gulps of my champagne. He makes confident me feel like a teenager on her first date, only this is like no other date I’ve ever been on. This is romantic right by the ocean, waves lapping, the sound therapeutic, the sun going down, a golden-orange glow on the horizon. Soft large cushions scattered around, storm lamps lighting us up.

He picks a plump strawberry and dips it in my champagne glass and brings it to my lips. The man of many lives, a man seasoned in wooing women and seducing them, he runs the strawberry along my bottom lip. “Open your mouth, Princess.” Oh fuck, why does that sound so deliciously sexy?

I part my lips as he moves the tip of the strawberry slightly further into my mouth, I know he’s waiting for me to open my mouth fully and take a bite. Instead, I move my tongue over the tip of the strawberry and lick it as if it was the head of his cock, his eyes watch me with passion as I emulate with my tongue and my mouth the acts of sucking him off, his hard, throbbing cock. The thoughts racing through my mind are alarming, I am on dangerous ground if ever I was.

“You are a tease, Lucky Gianluca.”

I suck on the strawberry some more then part my lips more to allow him to fully place it on the flat spot of my tongue, I bite into it, chew and swallow as Nico discards of the green into a small red bowl on the low table. “Delicious, like heaven.”

“We have the best strawberries and fruits for miles.” He tells me as he leans in closer, taking his hand and placing it on the back of my neck. I am totally mesmerized as I allow him to bring my face close to his, “and it is all yours soon my Princess. As a wedding gift you will have the island, the house and everything that comes with it. Here will be your sanctuary when I am on business or whenever you feel like it.” His words, the way he speaks in his low husky voice is hypnotic. My breath catches in my throat. Hold on, aren’t I supposed to have something smart and cocky to say right now? Where the fuck are my words? I don’t want to be seduced. Who the fuck am I kidding?

“Here you will deliver our babies, and they will grow up with space, freedom, horses, goats, chickens.”

I snap out of my state of hypnosis, “babies,” I gurgle, yes gurgle as the words get caught in my throat. “What? Will this be the immaculate conception? Only I hate to admit this to you, but I am no fucking Mary.” He laughs again and pats my leg; I feel the warmth of his hand permeate through my pants.

“Of that I have no doubt, Lucky. I have heard the rumours of the men you have slept with and as a teenager, you were a naughty girl.” And those two words, the way he lets them slide off his tongue make me want to tear my clothes off and show him just how naughty a girl I actually was.

It’s true, I couldn’t get enough sexy, I was a horny kid what can I say? I wanted older men, the boys had no fucking idea what to do with their dicks, a few strokes and they’d come, I wanted men who could control themselves, who could teach me how to pleasure a man. Hell, I even hired a male hooker once and boy did he teach me a thing or two.

“You have no idea, Nico. It’s a shame you will never experience it with me.”

He leans over and kisses my cheek, “Princess, stop lying to yourself, stop deceiving yourself. Until you have experienced me, you have not experienced the art of sex, love making, seduction and prowess.” The waiter appears with two plates of food, behind him are two more people with more plates of all sorts of foods.

Nico claps his hands, “perfect, we shall eat now and discuss seduction and fucking another time.” I open and close my mouth. Maybe being seduced by Nico Santangelo won’t be so bad, I wonder what tricks that man has up his sleeve in the bedroom. Someone as dangerous and dark as he is, must have some pretty dark sexual fantasies he likes to play out. Tingles run through my body; excitement causes me to pulse between my legs. The dirtier in my opinion, the fucking better.