Chapter 56

Nico

She looks taken aback, those voluminous eyes of hers are wide, and glint like emeralds in the light. “I was not lurking. I came down for a glass of water.”

“Then why were you hiding by the door?”

“I heard you talking, and you know what? Forget it, Nico. If I overheard your conversation that’s just the way it is. Perhaps next time you should keep your office door closed.”

“I have no secrets from you Lucky or anyone, if I wanted to lock the world out, I would go to my underground office.” It’s not so much an office as a bunker space, it runs under the property and has many suites and rooms coming off it, with a space that is a small office. I have a team of staff working down there who monitor all activity above ground. You can call it the engine of the house I guess; it is there to protect anyone who comes to this property.

My drone pilots are down there and come up every eight hours and swap shifts. There are two entrances, one by trap door hidden away under a large slate tile in the kitchen on which stands the main kitchen island, at the press of a button it will slide and reveal the trap door. The other entrance is out the back of my property hidden by shrubs that cannot be detected from above. Security is my priority and now with Lucky in my life, I feel I need even more.

“And who is Yelena Sokolova?” Her voice is piqued with interest.

“Damned if I know, Aurora is looking further into it and my team. Within a few short hours I will hopefully know more. Until I do know, you are remaining inside the perimeter of this property. If I had my way you wouldn’t even leave the house.”

“Good job you don’t have your way. Listen, I know this is serious Nico. I’m not dumb I come from a mafia family, thankfully my father still lives to tell his morbid stories, but I am not an innocent. You have everything locked down tightly here, I can go out and get fresh air.”

“With a detail.” She rolls her lips together, her eyes glint.

“Very well. Now, I need water.” I’m taken with her in her silk robe, it is tied around her small waist, that I can wrap my hands around with ease, her breasts are pushed up where she has her arms crossed in front of her chest. I’m drawn to them, mesmerized by the cream flesh, the softness and the reminder of what they feel like in my palm. My dick twitches.

“Are you hungry?” She asks me. “I could eat, do you have ice cream?”

“We have everything your heart would desire. Let’s go. No more talk about assassins and attempted shootings. I need a break from all of this.” I sound weary because I am. It’s exhausting watching my back every minute of the day. Even though I have high end security and detail, I know that if someone wants to hurt me or my family they will.

I follow her swaying hips into the kitchen, Lucky flicks the lights on. We are suddenly drowned in bright light. I reach for the round protruding switch and dim it some. The large double fridge/freezer stands to the left of the large kitchen space. Lucky goes over and opens the doors, closes the fridge and reaches in the freezer section for a large tub of ice cream.

“Do you think it’s a Russian assassin come to kill you or me?” She sits down at the island with the tub and two spoons she found rifling through the distressed pine cabinets.

“I have no idea; my guess is at both of us but I could be wrong. It might be that you are the target to get to me. It could be anyone of the families out of there.”

I take a seat next to her and reach for a spoon. “Mm, this is so good. I love pistachio ice cream, it’s my favorite.”

“I know.” She shoots her eyebrows up.

“How did you know that?”

“It’s my job to know everything about my fiancée, Princess. I had a list of all your favorite things compiled and sent to me.”

Her mouth forms an O. “I didn’t think you even liked me since this is an arranged marriage to be, you know so you get your own way and more importance than you even need.”

“That is correct this is an arranged marriage, but I still want my Princess to have everything she desires. I do not want for an unhappy wife, Lucky. Whatever you think of me, I am still respectable and courteous, and I do have manners.”

“Eat, it’ll melt.” She pokes at my spoon. I have to admit that sharing a tub of ice-cream with Lucky Gianluca in the early hours of the morning, was never on my agenda, but you know, I like it. We seem almost close; dare I hope we could become closer?

“I want to be involved in the business, Nico. I am not happy to be just the wife of you.” Her statement takes me by surprise. Most women are happy to not know anything about the business, they only care about the weight of the diamonds on their fingers. I should have seen it coming, a woman like Lucky Gianluca is not one to sit around and have her nails done. Even though they look perfect with red paint on them, a nice bold color for grasping my cock.

“There is no place for you in my business, Lucky. You will be a Don’s wife plain and simple. You will socialize with the other wives, you will organize galas and events with my assistant, you will shop, go have your hair fixed and be available when I demand you to be.”

She snorts, ice cream comes out of her mouth, it’s actually cute. Not a word I’d ever have used for her, but in this dim light casting an orange glow on her, the way her dark hair shines, her rosy cheeks, and spurting ice cream everywhere, yeah, it’s fucking cute.

“That’s not going to work out for me, Nico. I am not going to be that kind of wife. I studied hard at uni, I’ve got a business degree, my father made sure we were all educated. I am too intelligent to sit around and go shopping. Events and galas, sure that I can do with my eyes closed. But I want to be involved in the daily grind.”

Now it’s my time to snort at her preposterous notion. “You don’t want anything to do with my business, you made it perfectly clear, Princess when we got engaged how you despise the workings of a mafia business, how you wanted to get out of it.”

“I have changed my mind, Nico.” Her eyes are narrow like slits. I take a spoonful of ice cream. “You have legitimate businesses, and I want control of one. How about a casino or what about a night club or two?”

The gall of the woman. “No.” My voice is harsher than I mean it to be. She glares at me and we’re back to that. Again. One step forward and ten back.

“I think you ought to reconsider, I could be good for your legit businesses, I could be the face.”

“You do know that we wash money through the businesses.”

She tilts her head. “Not all of them you don’t. I’ve done my homework, Nico. Having a powerful father in his own right has lent me my own resources to investigate. In any case, I know you want to be a hundred percent legit. That’s your goal.”

“It is. But you are not having anything to do with my business at this moment. Not until we find out who this woman shooter is and get to the bottom of it. Then I will reconsider.”

“Fine, I can accept that.” She stands and places the ice cream back in the freezer, then leans over to place her spoon in the dishwasher. The outline of her ass makes my dick twitch.

“Come here.” I command, my voice brusque. Dammit I want this woman now. She turns and licks her lips.

“What here? Where anyone can walk in on us, are you out of your mind? What if Tony wakes up and comes down or one of the staff?”

“I’ll lock the door.” I stand up and go towards the kitchen door and bolt it from our side before I walk towards her and place my arms around her waist and turn her so she is facing face down with her hands pressed on top of the island.

I hoist her silk robe and gown up exposing her ass with no panties on, the desire pulses through my veins, the blood beats in my ears as I am overtaken by an irrational desire to fuck her hard and fast with everything bunched up on her waist.

I kick her legs open, unzip my fly and stroke my raging cock with its bulging veins. “Fuck you are beautiful, Princess. Your ass is so damn perfect like a peach.” She groans. I take my cock head and line it up with her slit. Lucky instantly clamps her thighs around it, rubbing her clit, getting off on my solid member.

As she groans, I fist her glorious mane of hair and pull her head back, “ow,” she says.

“Shut the fuck up,” I growl at her and pull her hair harder. She hisses at me. Ignoring her protest, I ram my cock deep inside her tight, wet cunt and begin to pump.

“Fuck, you feel good,” her voice catches, “oh my God, Nico.”

My hips have got a life of their own as they slam into her ass, all I can hear is the blood pressure in my ears swooshing around and the sound of flesh on flesh as I pump harder and faster into her cunt. My cock loving every second it’s inside her wetness. I ram harder taken over by a rush of needing to take this woman and control her, not that a woman like Lucky can ever be controlled as I am discovering. But like this she is willing to succumb, and I am willing to take every inch of her glorious tightness. Her wetness dripping down my shaft.

“Nico, I’m close, so close.”

“Good, come all over my cock, come for me, Princess like a good girl. Let me feel you soak my cock.” I push in deeper, hearing her gasp out drives me wild as I recklessly fuck her senseless and listen to her screaming out my name as she comes all over me. My balls are tingling and tight I am ready to explode but not inside her. As much as I want to release my hot cum inside her wet cunt, I don’t want her pregnant out of wedlock.

When we have kids, it will be done properly she will be my wife, my Queen and we will be safe. Not with a threat of a shooter hanging over our heads who will stop at nothing to get to one of us. I will not endanger the unborn life of my child.

Quickly, I withdraw and hold my cock, pinching the head to stop my release and turn her roughly around. “On your fucking knees.” She drops down, I hear how her knees make contact with the hardwood floor. “Open your fucking mouth and stick out your tongue.” She does as she is told; her sexy, full lips part and open wide, her pink tongue extends waiting, her hooded eyes fixated on mine.

And then I pump with my hand so fast I swear my cock is going to be pulled off and watch as my cream explodes all over her face, on her tongue and drips to the floor. I shake, my thighs tremble as I lean slightly forward to press one hand on the island. “Fuck,” I exhale and catch my breath looking down as Lucky takes her fingers and begins rubbing my hot cum into her face. It’s hot and sexy, it’s so dirty and yet I am unable to glance away.

“Get up, I’m done with you for now.” I put my cock away and help her up. Her hand is warm and soft in mine.

My mobile vibrates on the island, I take a quick look and can see it’s a message from Aurora.

Nico, we think she’s close to the safehouse.