Mafia's Arranged Princess Bride Book1 King of New York

Chapter 15

Lucky

My eyes are sore from lack of sleep, laying in bed thinking about fucking Nico Santangelo and not getting my six hours of sleep in, has left me feeling wretched and to make matters worse I am stuck in his house. I throw the covers off me and stand up and almost jump out of my skin. In the corner of the room, sitting on one of the chairs is Nico. "What the fuck are you doing in my room?" I glare at him, resisting the urge to go over and slap him in the face. I could bust his jaw to be honest but I'm sure he'd fight back.

Yes, I have been trained and trained well by my father's protection. He made sure from a young age I had all the skills to be able to protect myself growing up. My father had told me more than once, that being the daughter of a Don would bring its own dangers and that detail may not always be around. I have learnt martial arts, impressed upon me never to be used except for in self-defence. Having Nico sitting in the corner of the room like a damn stalker, a voyager that counts as self-defence, right?

"Strictly speaking, Princess it is my room." Fuck now he wants to go into semantics with me, is he kidding me?

I let out a sigh and throw over a robe that seems to have magically appeared on the foot of the bed, it's deep red like silk. God, I hope it's not silk, I don't do killing anything living just to wear luxury. "Well just leave will you, or do you want something? Is this morning the morning I am supposed to surrender myself to you, like a rag doll and you take what the fuck you want? Come on then, get it over and done with."

He seems to find this amusing as his lips curve upward, his arms are crossed in front of his chest, his long, muscular legs on display with his shorts on. "When I take you, Princess it will be when you beg my cock to slide into your needy cunt." He says it like he is some kind of sex fiend, which I am sure he is. He's fucked enough women, he is always with divine, glamorous looking women, but a man like him, a man of his power and stature I am pretty sure has other types of women lurking in the darkest depths of New York City or anywhere else he flies to on his private jet no doubt.

"What do you want then because I am sure as hell never begging for your cock? We've been over this several times."

"My new store opens in," he checks his mobile I suppose for the time. "three hours. I want you there with me for the pictures." Oh, what the fuck?

"You expect me to go and play happy couples with you for the opening of one of your new stores, are you fucking insane? I don't have time. I have a workout to go to, a breakfast date with my best friend, who you dragged me away from last night if you remember."

"I do remember, she's not good for you, she will lead you astray."

"Too late for that, Santangelo I am already led astray by myself, by my own needs and wants. I am a Gianluca, we have control over our own lives, unless of course a fucking Santangelo threatens a Gianluca. You know you only have me because you have my father's life hanging over my head, right? How does that you make you feel, BIG MAN." I spit the words out.

"Get ready, you can work out in my gym. You will cancel all your plans today and accompany me to the store opening. There will be a lot of press there and you are expected to behave as my fiancée should. Now fucking get to it, there is a wardrobe full of designer clothes for you. I suggest you opt for a black trouser suit and a red shirt; we will match." He stands up and comes towards me, lifting my chin with his index finger, his thumb trailing along my chin. It sends shivers up and down my spine, I want to clench my thighs together. Fuck me, I hate this body of mine right now, the way it melts at his tender touch. And since when can a man like Nico Santangelo even be tender? My head almost follows into the palm of his hand. He removes his finger and thumb from my face.