Mafia's Arranged Princess Bride Book1 King of New York

Chapter 11

Lucky

I hate, absolutely HATE the way my body responded to his touch, how I succumbed to getting myself off on his knee and then for him to pull away just as my orgasm was about to crash through my body giving me some much-needed release. I can't recall the last time I had a fuck; it was at least a couple of month's ago with a couple of guy twins and a female hooker I ordered. Sure, I like a foursome it gives me such pleasure to have a cock in my mouth and one in my pussy, whilst a girl sucks on my tits. I know some girls would shirk at this but so what, I am Lucky Gianluca, and I will do as I please and nothing or nobody will stop me. Least of all Nico Santangelo.

He looks flustered like he has lost control as he rakes his long, lean fingers through his long dark hair, it falls to his chin and curls at the bottom. If I wasn't so in hate with him, I'd think it was sexy and want to run my fingers through it. I can only imagine he uses the best shampoo and conditioner as it shines even in this dark, subdued lighting.

"Sit the fuck down." He commands, why I don't argue back is beyond me. Maybe I am too tired right now, tired of being told what to do by him, this whole debacle of an engagement the marriage farce looming up. My mother wanting to discuss it with her heavy heart, she knows being married to Nico will be a silent hell for me. She is doing her best to be a good mother, to make sure that I have the wedding of my dreams. How can that even be when it is forced and arranged? I sneer at him, my nostrils flaring. My body is tense no longer soft and complaint as it was when he pinned me against the wall.

I take a seat on the burgundy sofa and cross my legs; he checks them out as my dress falls where the split is. I know he can't resist me, most men can't. They drool over me; it fills me with desire the knowledge that I can control a man with the merest hint of my pussy. It's been that way since I started to grow into a woman. Hell, even one of the uncle mafia family wanted to fuck me. Not a blood line, but I resisted there was no way I was going to let a fat man, with a paunch gut, and balding near my precious body at such a young age. Sick fucker.

"I don't want to be here, Nico." I sigh as I talk. "This is so boring, why don't you just get your driver to take me back home where I belong. It's late and I have nothing to say to you."

"Because I own you."

"No, you don't. Not until we are married and even then, you will never own me, Santangelo. You think you will because your wedding band will be on my finger and I will have to carry that name of yours, but here," I place my hand to my heart, "and here," I place it to my head. "I will never be yours."

He growls at me, his eyes narrow. I'm not going to lie there is something wildly seductive about him right now, the mere fact that I, Lucky Gianluca have almost made him come undone. I am the one thing he cannot control, that he knows he will never control, and it fills me with strength. The only way he will feel he has control is when he slides his cock inside my pussy. It makes me squeeze my thighs tighter together, this reaction is primal, it's just about a man and a woman, it's only about sex. There will never be a connection, or intimacy, no soft and tender kisses. Why am I even thinking about his cock inside me? I wonder if he is long and thick, if it is heavy and how it will feel in my mouth. I love cock filling my mouth, the texture of the skin, the veins as they grow thicker and heavier, the salty pre-cum, it turns me on so much to know that I have a man where I want him. In my mouth, desperate to head fuck me until their balls release and shoot down my throat.

He comes and sits opposite me and pours us a glass of wine from the bottle his maid brought in and left on the onyx table between the sofa and the chairs. I take the glass, our fingertips making contact, electricity shoots up my arm. Holy fuck, his touch is like lightning, my body zings, it begins to flame for him, and I want to scream at myself for this reaction.

Nico raises his glass, "to us Lucky Gianluca soon to be Lucky Santangelo, Queen of the Santangelo family who will give me babies, a lot of babies. I am thinking five or six." He takes a long sip of his wine. I consider hurling my glass at him and ruining his pristine white button down. His shoulders are broad and fills it out perfectly, I notice the ink on his left hand that runs up and under the cuff of his shirt. I cock an eyebrow at him.

"I will not give you babies, Santangelo. You can use another woman for that. And especially not six you are insane. I am young and will not be soiled with you shooting your semen in my body." He throws his head back and laughs, it's deep, throaty and makes me tingle. His throat is smooth, I can imagine his skin would feel like silk.

"You will do as you are told, besides I keep telling you, Princess you will beg for my cock, you will beg to have my children."

"I've had enough. Get your driver."

"Sit down." His voice is low, angry and unamused. It cuts through me, and I do as I say. What am I even doing, nobody tells Lucky Gianluca what to do. Not since I was a child.

"I want to bring the wedding forward. We will be married in two months' time." He tells me keeping his eyes pinned on me, I muse how arresting he is and dismiss it to lack of sex. As soon as he lets me go home, I am going to call the boys over to my apartment that I keep in Manhattan and a couple of girls. I have the urge for hot sex, wild sex, the dirtiest, filthy sex you could possibly imagine.

"We can't plan it in shorter than six months. What's up, Santangelo. You can't wait to have me as your wife is that it?" I sneer at him, my lips curl.

"You are the last woman I want to marry, trust me Gianluca you are nothing but a whore with daddy's money behind her. Don't think I don't know about your sexual dalliances, the men you fuck and the women, I know about your fetish for S&M." I gasp, how does he know what my preferences are?

"Have you been stalking me, following me?"

"I make it my business to know everything about my business, Princess and you are my business." This is a hopeless situation, the sooner I resign myself to it possibly the better, but I will never relent to him or bow down to him. If he wants me for his own greed and need to be the so called King of New York, then he is going to have to work. There will never be a willing partner in me, and I will continue to fuck how and whoever I want. He won't be around me twenty-four-seven, and his guards I can easily give the slip. They are just fools with machine guns in any case. I swing my top leg forward and backward, his gaze travels down from my eyes to my chest, causing my breath to catch, then down to my legs. I watch as he licks his bottom lip, my panties getting wet again. The desire to rip them off and stick my fingers inside myself, curl them and hit my G-spot is so strong that it alarms me and takes me by surprise. Giving Santangelo a show is not on the cards, but fuck I know he'd trip over himself to see Lucky Gianluca with her divine legs spread wide open and her fingers playing away like music inside her own cunt.