4 - Daughter-in-law

NICCOLO’S POV.

For a few seconds, I felt as though I had frozen in time. I couldn't think, my brain had suddenly turned foggy. I couldn't move, my entire body had turned stiff from shock.

Fucking total shock!

Right before my eyes was the girl who I had a one-night stand with, the damn girl I'd been in search of that gave me the greatest climax ever. I could bet on anything it was her. Those eyes. That innocent expression. I swear I could never forget it.

How in hell's name was she suddenly here?

"Cosa sta succedendo qui?" I repeated like a fool, my gaze never leaving hers.

I saw her squirm under my scrutiny before she looked away like she couldn’t even recognize me.

"It's nothing." My wife, Stellina, interjected. A scowl formed on her features as she tightened her hold on her flimsy gown and came over to block my gaze on the Blonde. "I was trying to put her in her place, honey, but the matter has been settled. Be rest assured." Stellina beamed and rose at the tip of her toes to kiss my lips, but I was quick to evade it.

"Stellina, behave. I'll fuck your brains out once we get upstairs, right now we are in the midst of strangers." I whispered to her with a stern tone but it was audible enough for everyone to hear.

I didn't bat an eye when I said those words. Yes, I was a vulgar man, who has never had an iota of integrity or filter. I tend to say whatever I like and give no fuck about what others would think or do, and my wife, who was a status-conscious person, the fucking heiress to the deadly Caruso's Organization, was slowly learning to adapt to it.

Well, well… What do they even say about love? The bullshit makes you turn blind eyes to certain things and that was absolutely what Stellina had been doing, the very moment I said ‘I do’.

Stellina threw me a displeased look before intentionally brushing her palm across my groin and then huffed, turning around to stare at the girl and my eyes followed.

It was then I realized she was still held like a captive. My jaw slightly ticked.

"Lascia andare!" My dark eyes glided to the men holding her and instantly they did. I expected her to turn toward me. I expected her beautiful eyes were going to draw up to mine again in appreciation. Instead she bowed her head, refusing to meet anyone's gaze and rubbed her arms which slightly made my brows furrow.

"Tell the Butler to take her to her room. I'll make sure I lecture her on the rules of this household. She just doesn't know it. These middle class people can never be up to par with us. Take her away." Stellina sneered, waving for my men to lead her away.

I pursed my lips, my right hand digging into my pocket as I watched her. Her expression flashed with one of hurt before it morphed into one of defiance.

She didn't bother to throw a look in our direction but meekly followed after my men who had begun to lead her away.

"Hope you're okay, my dear?" My head snapped away from the blonde girl, back to Stellina who had walked back to the dark-haired girl whose fake tears had begun to flow.

I've seen her a couple of times in the mansion, and could see how lewd her gazes had been on me and I had chosen to ignore her. As long as she makes no move.

The dark-haired girl's eyes moved to mine, the fake tears in her eyes seemed to even overflow more. She wanted my pity.

Groaning under my breath, I rolled my eyes in irritation and decided to head back to my room, ignoring Stellina who had taken the dark-haired girl into her arms and was soothing her. I wasn't ready to listen to any of their bullshit.

I climbed the steps, two at a time, until I was about to turn to the direction of my bedroom but stopped on seeing the blonde girl again, walking beside the Butler.

I shouldn't have stopped to watch her. But I was curious. Was she a new employee?

Why did Stellina want more workers when we had a large amount of staff?

I decided to find out. Taking my steps again, I headed toward the direction of the girl and the Butler who hadn't seen me yet.

As I got closer, I saw the way the girl walked, the way her hips swayed in her dress. It brought back memories I had tried to forget, of the way she had looked underneath me, moaning my name like a prayer.

My jaw locked.

Fuck! My cock in my pants instantly throbbed.

"Piero!" I barked, causing my butler to stop dead in his tracks and turned to face me.

"Capo?" he asked respectfully as I prowled towards them. The woman's shoulders tensed and I wondered if she recognized me.

"Where are you taking her?" I growled, curious.

"I'm trying to escort her to her room. She's Domenico's new wife and—"

Piero's response was cut short as rage coursed through me. "He's no Don! How many times do I have to tell you that? You refer to him as Sotto Capo. My son is under me. Wait a second…" My eyes darted back to the blonde woman whose eyes had fixed on me. "She's Domenico's fucking wife?" I roared, my voice laced with anger.

"Uhm yes... Capo?" Piero said, giving confused glances to me and the blonde girl.

I tried to steady my breaths, but to no avail. My blood chilled and my body tensed up, as if I had been punched in the gut. I knew I shouldn't feel this way, but I couldn't help it. My eyes narrowed into slits as I stared at the blonde girl.

"I'd like to speak to my daughter-in-law then," I said softly, despite the brewing storm in my head. "Bring us water, Piero."

Piero gave a bow and turned on his heels to carry out the order.

My eyes glided back to the blonde girl, only to see her clenching the sides of her gown. My eyes dimmed, and I could feel the storm in my head intensifying.

"I'll walk you to my son's roo-" I began.

"I can find my way, thank you... Sir." She quickly interrupted.

My expression instantly darkened. Probably she didn't know who I was. Probably she didn't know I was the deadly Capo of both the Caruso’s and the De Luca’s mob family and what I didn't take was a fucking No.

I stalked toward her, slowly closing the distance between us, watching her keenly like a prey, which I couldn't wait to gobble up. Her lips, which I had noticed to be pink and full, opened and then snapped shut as though she had quickly swallowed all of her words. I couldn't help but wonder how good those lips would feel, wrapped around my cock.

“Do you have an idea you're in a monster's den and you, my girl, are the prey?" I asked her in a dark, low tone.

The urge to subdue her, dominate and own her instantly engulfed me the very moment my eyes watched her cheeks go pink, a slight shudder running through her. She was flustered, her chest rising and falling. She was scared.

She should be.

I hadn't joked when I said there was a den. What she hadn't known yet was that I was the monster.

“Speak, my sweet girl. I'm sure your tongue is still in your mouth." I urged her and she quickly swallowed. My wicked gaze couldn't help but follow every movement of hers.

It was then her familiar scent chose to waft into my nostrils and I couldn't help but inhale. She smelt of Jasmine, a sensual fragrance with notes of honey.

Fuck me! I wanted nothing but to sink my nose into her neck, to inhale her skin. To bite her hard. To taste her.

She smelled like the sweetest sin available to man. Fuck! I didn't even know her name yet. I wondered for a second if her pussy smelled and tasted just as sweet. It was so depraving to even think of fucking my son's wife but I was no saint.

I fucking did sinful things.

“Your name?" I asked her. Her beautiful eyes sought mine, reluctantly.

"Ariana.” She breathed out and I sucked in air, before she bit her lip. Perhaps she didn't know what that did to me but I knew I was totally fucked the very moment I realized it…

I wanted to fuck my daughter-in-law. Again.