Mafia's Arranged Princess Bride Book1 King of New York

Chapter 10

Nico

This impertinent woman is going to be the death of me, why I am going to so much trouble to even consider marrying her is beyond me, only I need the alliance with her family, and she is the only daughter of the Gianluca family.

It has been my dream and passion to be The King of all of New York and if I have to put up with her shit, then so be it. Sooner or later, she will bow down to me, she will beg for me, I will make her surrender. I watch as she climbs the stairs and move aside for her to move past me, I notice how her hips move from side to side, is she fucking taunting me? I wonder if she is doing this on purpose, shaking that luscious ass at me. I clench my fists by my side as I follow behind her into my entrance hall, it's large and circular with a domed ceiling hand painted by the best artists in the world, a blue sky with white clouds, cherubs adorn it. She looks up and gasps. The large crystal chandelier hangs down above the center, in front of us is the sweeping iron and gold staircase that splits to the left and the right at the top, marble and carpeted down the center with red carpet, the best money can buy.

"You sound impressed, Princess."

"Hardly, the Gianluca residence is called The Whitehouse." She flicks her hair over her shoulders, if she isn't careful, I will fist it and drag her mouth to mine.

"So I hear, but there is no home more magnificent that the Santangelo home. It has been in our family for many years. And when I have the alliance, we will take over your so called, precious Whitehouse."

"What?" She turns round, fire in her eyes.

"You heard me. What did you think, I would let your family stay and live like presidents and dignitaries? Come on, Lucky you surely are not that stupid."

"You make me physically sick. If it wasn't for the fact you are threatening my father's life for your own greed, I wouldn't be wearing this ridiculous rock on my finger and having to be engaged to you."

That rock on her finger cost me two million dollars not that I wanted to spend that kind of money on the bitch, but because she represents me now and when she flashes her hand, I want the whole world to see what kind of diamond my money can buy.

"Why do you need to steal my father's home too? Isn't it good enough you have taken me away from them?" Her eyes are still fiery, her hands are clenched by her side.

"Because I will be King of New York and you of all people will obey and respect me." I move towards her. She narrows her eyes at me, funny they are angry, yet I want them to dance their green light and sparkle for me.

What the fuck am I thinking? She is a pawn in my game that is the long and short of it. My maid, Lucia comes towards us wearing her grey dress with white apron. She seems flustered.

"Good evening, Sir. You did not tell us you would bring a guest; shall I prepare something for you both to eat?"

"No thank you, Lucia. Tell Andre we will have the best bottle of red wine in the lounge."

"Very well, Sir."

"I don't want to drink with you. Let me go back home, you have no need for me here tonight."

"Ah, but I do, Lucky. You need to start to behave like my fiancée."

"When hell freezes over, Santangelo." I grab her by the wrist, her free hand comes up and presses against my chest to stop herself from falling to the side.

"Let the fuck go of me." She hisses. My mouth hovers over her, I can smell the champagne on her breath. Her breath hitches, I can see the throbbing of her pulse in her neck.

"Do I turn you on, Princess?" I move my mouth closer to hers, we are almost touching. Her lips part. It is too tempting, but I wonder how far she would let me go. Would this be a glory fuck for me? I don't want a glory fuck; I've had enough of those in my time. But my dick is raging inside my pants for this woman, this tempestuous woman who is driving me insane with her perfect body, her tiny waist, her high breasts begging for me to touch them.

She brings a knee up; it makes contact with my balls. "You fucking little whore bitch." I scream out in pain, I've not been kneed in balls since I was in High School, it was the last and only time anyone has even dared to do that to me.

I grab her wrist harder, "you are hurting me, you bastard." Her voice is low and seething.

"Don't you ever dare trying to do that again, do you hear me? You will regret it." I grab her and drag her into a room off the entrance hall, it is dimly lit, you can only just make out the dark bookshelves, the deep burgundy curtains and velvet sofas to match.

"Or what, tell me Santangelo? What do you think you're going to do? Shoot your fiancé in the head like you do all the rest of them? You are nothing but a cold-blooded killer, a drug trafficker." Her words sting, it isn't quite true. My organization does not handle drugs, we never have and we never will. Selling shit on the streets and distributing it for the street rats is not my scene. I will not be responsible for innocent children, men and women getting hooked on drugs. Personally, I have never killed a man, I have people who take care of my business. The last time I got my hands dirty was when I was on the streets.

"You don't know what you're talking about, Princess. Now fucking sit down and shut the fuck up. You will drink wine with me and we will talk."

"Talk? You have got to be kidding me. I have nothing to say to you. I am here against my will, it's as good as kidnapping. Is this what you really want, Santangelo? A cold-hearted wife by your side and no heirs. I would rather ram knitting needles inside me than give birth to something that comes from your groin."

In one swoop I push her up against the wall, my hand fists that fucking long, dark hair of hers my lips crush hers. They are soft, like padded pillows, I force my tongue into her mouth. I hear her whimper as I run her dress up her legs to her hips, then place my knee between her long, slender legs. I can feel the heat of her core on my thigh. She bucks. My tongue swirls around her mouth, her breathing is rapid and hitches. Her fists pound at my chest. With my free hand I grab them and place them above her head pinning her with my body hard against the wall, letting her feel my pulsating cock through my pants up against her stomach.

I bite her lower lip, she squeals. "I am the fucking Boss around her, Lucky Gianluca, you will be a Santangelo, and you will have my children. Do not ever disrespect me again." I crush my mouth to hers, enjoying the taste of her, her tongue clashing with mine, she sucks hard like she's never had tongue before. The whore, I know how much she wants me as she begins to ride my knee. I can feel the intense heat coming off her pussy, I can smell her wetness. It's driving me insane.

Just as she gets into a rhythm and her breathing comes faster and I know she is on the brink of knee fucking me and chasing that orgasm I pull away. Her emerald eyes open wide.

"Sort yourself out you little whore."

"You cunt." She yells at me pulling her dress down, her hair tumbling over her shoulders and her breasts. "I fucking hate you, Nico Santangelo."

"I fucking hate you too, Princess. We're made for each other, two devils living in hell." She is still breathing heavy; I consider ripping her dress off and bending her over the sofa and fucking her hard and fast from behind. I stop myself; she can only have me when she begs me for my cock.

My own heart is racing and pounding so hard in my chest, it threatens to explode from the cavity that secures it. This isn't good, I never feel like this about a woman and especially not about Lucky Santangelo. I turn my back on her and count to ten, I need my composure back, I will not show weakness to a Gianluca.