Chapter 55

Lucky

I can still feel his tongue between my legs and the aching in my core from where he has been. Every inch of his large, wide cock that took me to unimaginable heights. Caused me to catch my breath and my mouth to run dry. The way he spat in my mouth, such a disgusting act but hot, like the deepest darkest of sin.

The way he inched himself in slowly and easily, not at all what I was expecting from our rough foreplay as you may want to call it. Which I hasten to add was to my liking. It makes me realize just what kind of boys I have been with in the past even the grown men I’ve seduced are nothing compared to the way that Nico is.

His body so muscular and ripped with muscles, his torso flat and hard, I can imagine he looks raked where my nails scored down his body, wanting to feel every ab on his flatness. It makes me lick my lips. But what gets me the most is the gentleness upon entry, I expected him to just take me like the whore he kept calling me.

But he didn’t. There was distinct tenderness and the way he held my head with his strong hand and supported me, bringing my lips to his, makes me want to moan out his name as I lay here in the over-sized bed with luxurious Egyptian cotton sheets draped over me.

I’m tired but not tired enough to sleep, I’m conflicted with how I feel now and my mind battling it out that I must not fall for someone like Nico Santangelo. He is the type of man I want to get away from not have feelings for. Yet my body craves him, and it’s only been the one experience.

Sighing, I get up and make my way to the easy chair in the corner of the room and reach for my cream, silk robe. I need a glass of water, and I’ve decided I could do with a snack. And…. I want to find out what he’s talking about and to whom. Is it really business and is it about the shooter? I need to know more about what is going on in the dark world of Nico Santangelo. If I am going to have to go ahead with this marriage and lose my life and my identity then I want to have some inside information, otherwise how can I be valuable?

Let’s face it, I am not the kind of woman who is going to sit on the sidelines and just be told what to do and when to do it. I will not, I stress, I will not be a mere trinket on his arm and a quiet Queen.

No way, I want power, a say in what goes on and I also want full control of the Gianluca family business. My father will lose all control once Nico and I are married, yes, there should be an alliance but if anyone thinks for a moment that Nico has any inclination that my father will have a say in anything, they will need to have their heads testing.

There is enough to know about Nico to know he won’t let anyone have a say in how the partnership or alliance is run. My father is involved in some not very nice things let us put it that way. He has bene known to be involved in drug trafficking and in prostitution.

When my mother threatened to leave him and take us all with her, he stopped with the drug trafficking. I can only imagine the huge loss of capital he would have suffered, perhaps this is why he finally relented to Nico and gave in. That and his life is on the line if I do not marry Nico.

I am warming up to the idea, it’s funny what the most amazing, hot sex of your life can do to you. Not to mention confuse the hell out of me, with his tenderness and the slow movements of him sliding in and out of my wetness. The way my legs gripped him round his trim waist, the feel of his soft as silk skin under my fingertips, running my fingers through his dark hair, so soft. And those lips that drove me wild.

With my robe fastened at the waist I open the door only to find not just one but now two guards outside. Seriously? This place is already like Fort Knox. They both nod at me. “I need to go to the kitchen for water,” I tell them.

The blonde fella, who looks like an early Dolph Lundgren glances at the other one. “We will have someone bring it up to you, Ms Gianluca.”

“Don’t be ridiculous I can fetch it myself.”

“We have instructions.” I see the frown developing on his forehead.

“And I am instructing you as Nico’s fiancée,” yes, I did just pull the whole fiancée card out of the bag. “To let me out of this damn room. I am sure there are guards downstairs.” In fact, I know there are, and outside Dario’s suite, Tony’s suite and where our parents are sleeping. Personally, I think it’s all overkill, he has the place surrounded inside and outside of the grounds and from what I understand he has drone operators on round the clock monitoring from above. Are they seriously going to act like jerks?

Dolph looks at the other one whose name I cannot remember, “what do you think?”

I glare at both of them, “there is nothing to think about.” With brute force I push them aside to let myself through and turn to look at them both.

“Just get over it, nothing is going to happen to me between here and the kitchen.” I huff off down the stairs, my robe billowing out behind me.

As I reach the bottom, I can hear Nico’s voice coming from his office, the light is on, he must have his door open since it’s cascading an orange color into the large drawing room. On tip toes I quietly make my way over to his office door.

“Are you sure this is the shooter?” His voice is gravelly and deep. The other person must now be speaking since he isn’t. “And how do you know for sure?”

The shooter? There is advancement, this is a good thing surely. That will mean they can get him and do whatever Mafia Dons do to people who tried to kill them, and I can be free from all these shackles. A thread of excitement laces through my body.

“A video feed? Are you telling me someone has posted it on fucking YouTube?” He groans as I move slightly to catch sight of him but he is looking out to the lit up grounds. His profile is tense, his jaw is ticking. It’s actually kind of sexy in a masculine way. His fingers drum on his office desk, the other hand holds his mobile to his ear.

“A fucking YouTube video, jeez-us. Well, at least we have a visual then. And you’re sure they’ve got the woman removing her face covering and getting into a green Volkswagen campervan?” He drums away on the desk; I am holding my breath.

“Aurora, I need you to be one-hundred percent sure, not you think so. I pay you a lot of money to be accurate at all times. I need to know for certain.” Fucking Aurora, that’s who he is on the phone to. I’ve met her once and didn’t like the way they looked at each other. There must be a history there, I’m convinced he’s fucked her and if he hasn’t, I bet the bitch would love to have Nico’s cock buried balls deep inside her. Whoa, am I jealous? I am jealous. Since when do I get jealous? I’m not that kind of woman. Shit, this isn’t good.

Quietly I move closer to the door to hear better. “Yelena Sokolova?” It’s more of a question, “Yelena Sokolova,” he repeats it as if he is digesting the information. “And what do we know about her?” Another pause. “Fine, get me the information as soon as possible. I want to know every single detail on this bitch who shot at my fiancée and myself. I want to know her background, when she pisses, where she shits, who is close to her and where the fuck she is right now. Get it to me in five hours. And Aurora, good job.” He ends the call and abruptly swings around.

“Next time, Princess make yourself known. Don’t lurk in the fucking shadows. No Princess of mine lurks in the fucking shadows.”