Mafia's Arranged Princess Bride Book1 King of New York

Chapter 7

Lucky

The music is thumping, and my hips want to gyrate in tune to the music. I need to shake this protection first, he is getting on my nerves. Honestly, I am not even married to Nico yet and he already has his men covering my every movement even though I have Nikolei, as you know I already sent him home even though he gave me that look that says, bad idea Lucky.

Mia snaps her fingers as we sit on the velvet purple sofas upstairs in the VIP area, a waiter comes with a tray, wearing a velvet purple waistcoat, a white button-down shirt and black pants. I raise my eyebrows, he is handsome, not in the Nico kind of way but I don't like Nico, I detest Nico he is just a rich scumbag in my opinion, but I am a woman, a wild woman, and I do like sex and it has been some weeks.

Sure, I have my trusty vibrator, but nothing can beat the feel of a man's cock plunging deep inside you. And what will I do when I am married to Nico? Exactly, he will not let me out of his sight and when he can't be around, he will have me watched, my every move. It makes me want to lose my mind.

"Champagne. A bottle of Perignon," she tells him. The waiter nods not before checking me out. He licks his bottom lip; he has nice fat lips. The type of lips that would feel like heaven sucking on my clit. It begins to throb just thinking about his tongue licking my slit up and down and swirling around my clit.

I smile at him, even in this dark light I can see a faint blush creep up his neck and his cheeks. "Leave the poor boy alone, can't you already." Mia kicks my foot with hers.

"I'm just looking, Mia no harm in that." I see as his Adam's apple bobs up and down, I bet he is innocent that isn't what I need right now. What I want is an experienced man, someone who knows how to make a woman have multiple orgasms with his tongue, his fingers and then his cock stuffed inside her. I can feel the wetness in my panties and clench my thighs together.

He leaves us. I see as Nico's men stand in the corner; they are talking I wonder if I could give them the slip. Then I wonder if they are grassers and will tell their boss what I get up to. Fuck me this is a shit situation. I'm a young twenty-two-year-old girl, not an old housemaid. I want to be and act young, free, and single. Being engaged to Nico is the worst thing that could possibly ever have happened to me. I want love, respect and ever lasting love, not this bullshit arranged marriage that is on the card. But I cannot risk the life of my father, so it is the price I have to pay. It's a high price and it curses through my heart threatening to break it into pieces. Good, because the last person on this earth I will give my heart to, will be Nico Santangelo.

I want to spit when I think of his name, it poisons my tongue just having to say it. And when we come to our wedding vows, I will probably feel like being sick at his feet. That does, however, amuse me. Vomit on his high-shine shoes on our wedding day. Yeah, take that is what I will think. It causes my mouth to turn upwards.

"What's so funny?" Mia asks as she takes the glass of champagne the waiter now offers her. The service is impeccable I'll give the club that.

"Just thinking of how it'd look vomiting all over the bastard's shoes on our wedding day."

"Honestly, Lucky you need to get used to the idea. You have to make this work; you don't want to be sad and lonely in a marriage forever do you?"

"Jeez, Mia whose side are you on? I thought you were my best friend?"

"I am, all I am saying is that if you continue to have this seething hatred for him, it will be you that ends up lonely and isolated, like a trapped bird with its wings clipped in the marriage."

"It won't be forever. I have a plan. I'm not stupid, Mia. My father will die of natural causes in the next fifteen to twenty years, not that I wish him ill or anything but that is life. I will leave Nico then, he will be King of New York, he has no need for me." Mia's eyes open like saucers.