Mafia's Arranged Princess Bride Book1 King of New York

Chapter 5

He has me in such a tight grip that I want to fight him, to barrel my fists against his chest but, yes there is a but. I can feel his ramrod, hard cock pressing through his pants. It sends a wave of heat from my core through my stomach and into my chest. I feel myself blushing as his eyes fixate on me. I snarl at him.

"You'll have to stick that in some other cunt later, Santangelo. You will never have me."

"Oh, don't worry Princess there are plenty of whores out there waiting for me to slide inside them and when I do, they will moan my name, and scream for me over and over again when I give them one delicious orgasm after the other." He is suave and sophisticated; his face gives nothing away. He talks as if he is ordering something off the menu not shocking me with his dirty, filthy mouth. And yes, I am shocked.

I am young but not naive, but his mouth is dirty, yet it excites me. I feel my nipples pebble under the tightness of my dress they want to be teased mercilessly and squeezed. Involuntarily I feel myself press closer into the hardness of his chest and his cock now on my lower abdomen. At twenty-two I have only had a few lovers, mostly when I was in High School a private institution the only one my father would send me to and all girls. Can you believe it? I had to sneak out and meet the boys from the college across the park. It was fun but nobody has ever used such words on me.

He quirks and raises and eyebrow at me, a sleek, jet-black eyebrow. "You think you can shock me, Nico? You cannot. I am a Gianluca nothing in this world can shock me." I push him away he has already gotten too close to me in my personal space. I will show this man what I am made of. I will not be his caged bird, a woman he owns. He grabs me by the wrist, I glance around, a few people dance close by but notice the interaction between Nico and I.

My father is with my mother, he holds her in his arms, she rests her head on his shoulder. It is a display of love, trust and respect. I want that dammit for myself not this what I am entering into.

"You will do as I say, Princess. Do not cross me." His voice is low and stern, yet his command does something to me. My pulse quickens and my heart races.

"I will do whatever the hell I want now let me go." His grip is firmer.

"I should push you up against the wall, Princess, rip your dress off you and claim you then you will know who you belong to."

I want to spit in his face, I want to take that grin off his damn face. He will never own me; he will never control me. Never. "So, you will rape me then is that what you are saying, Santangelo? Is this really how you want me, by taking me and controlling me? I would think a man like you would want his future wife to want him, to desire him, to beg for him. Not to take her when she is unwilling."

His eyes go dark, as dark as the ocean, his thunderous face is a sure sign that he is angry, his blood must be boiling. "I have never raped a woman in my life, Lucky and I do not intend to start now. Fuck off then but know that one day you will crawl into my bed begging for me." He releases the grip on my wrist, my pulse is pounding, my heart is racing. Why does my body want him when he is cruel and vindictive?

I flick my hair over my shoulders and lift my chin with defiance. "You will die an old and lonely man, Nico. I will never give myself up to you willingly. You can fuck my cold, dead body." I pull my hand away and make a fast walk back to my table where Mia is sitting waiting. She raises her eyebrows at me as tears threaten to spill down my cheeks.

"You okay?"

"Yes, I will be."

"Do you want to get out of here."

"I can't. I have to wait for Mama and Papa to leave first and Nico. Otherwise, I would just run as far as I can."

Her sharp bob sways as she twists her head to the dance floor then back to me, her amber eyes alight. "Since when did Lucky Gianluca ever do as she was told? Since when did she ever bow down to a Santangelo?"

She is right. "Let's go." I give Nikolei a nod, he moves away from the other bodyguards and holds the ballroom doors open. I do not look back or see the blazing blue eyes of Nico Santangelo burning a hole in my back. I can feel them.

Mia and I walk through the doors, I receive some looks from the elders. I know I am leaving without permission but to hell with it. I will do exactly as I want; I am Lucky Gianluca. The world will need to stop and wait for me and one day I will ensure this is the way. Be controlled by Nico Santangelo. Over my dead body. Hell will have to freeze over first.

"The car is ready and waiting." Nikolei says. I smile for him.

"Thank you. Mia and I want to go to a club. Instruct him to take us to Roxy on The Rocks." Mia looks.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I am sure, we can let our hair down, dance the night away and be free of all this shit for a few hours. Fuck them, Mia."

"Okay, you're the Boss."

Nikolei opens the door of the limousine for us to jump in the back. "Nikolei, I don't need you to accompany me to the club tonight. I've got this." I instruct him. He gives me a dubious look.

"Lucky that isn't a good idea and you know it. You are engaged to Nico now, anything can happen. He has many enemies and so does your father."

"Stop already. It will be fine. Nobody there will be interested in me. I will blend in and go unnoticed."

"You should tell Nico and your father where you will be. It is the way."

"No and don't start with all of that. Go." He gives me a look that tells me he is not happy with my decision but for tonight I want to forget who I am, I want to forget I am the daughter of a Don, that I am engaged to a control freak of a man who wants to the King of New York.

Tonight, I will be free, I will be Lucky and that is all.