Mafia's Arranged Princess Bride Book1 King of New York

Chapter 24

Nico

I watch her face her with amusement, her eyes are dark for eyes so green it makes me wonder just exactly what she is thinking, as I take in her beauty, she is dazzling, and I have to admit I am jealous of her fork right now as she places it in her mouth.

"You looked like you wanted to drive that fork straight into my jugular, Princess. Are you having deep, dark thoughts?" I chuckle, she amuses me as she furrows her brows. I forget with her feistiness; she is nearly ten years younger than me. Her eyes narrow into slits as she finishes chewing.

"Yes, actually. I was wondering how it would look if I drove this fork into your neck. Anyhow, I'm done eating I care not for dessert. I want a phone and I want to contact my parents."

"All done, Princess. You need to relax."

"Relax, are you kidding me right now? When did you call them?"

"It's all taken care of; I spoke to Tony whilst you were sleeping."

"I wasn't sleeping, Nico. You had me fucking sedated." She huffs, wipes her mouth with the cream, Damask napkin and throws it on her plate to indicate she's finished. The waiter hovers.

"We're done, you can take the plates away. I'll have coffee served in the library please." He nods at me and begins to clear our dishes away.

"Whatever, the point is I spoke to Tony and requested he let your parents know that you are safe and are at a safe house. I've told him to make sure your folks go to theirs and to notify your brothers. We can't be too careful. As you know I'm probably wanted by too many people. And now you are my fiancée, it puts you at risk. Please stop asking for a phone, you're not getting one. There is plenty to amuse you here."

"What about Mia? She will wonder why I haven't contacted her. We speak a few times a day."

"I'll handle it. Now let's go. I want to have coffee." I stand and let her know the dinner is over. I move my chair out then go to move hers so she can stand.

"I've got this myself, stop acting like a gentleman when I know you're not." I decline myself the opportunity to grab her by her long, luscious hair and pull her lips to mine to crush the breath out of her lungs and let her know just who is the boss around here. Instead, I place my hand at the base of her spine and feel the warmth of her perfect body as it molds into my hand. Mm, interesting, she doesn't shy away, nor does she rebuff me.

"We should try to get along, Princess." I guide her back through the double doors, into the open plan vast lounge and to the double, mahogany carved doors that lead to my library and den. Inside she takes a look around.

"Have you read all these books?" There is a mild hint of wonder in her voice.

"Most of them. I am an avid reader, we have everything from Tolstoy, Bronte, to modern day literature, biographies, and books on art, architecture, modern history, and other subjects. My father ensured his children were wide read and well versed in the classics."

"You surprise me, you don't strike me as a man who'd read classics."

"For a few seconds they looked into each other's eyes, and the distant and the impossible suddenly became near, possible, and inevitable." I I quote one of my favorites from War and Peace. She cocks her head.

"Very good, I've read War and Peace too, I would like to say that's impressive, but your head is already too big for your neck." She saunters away from my hand, leaving me feel the emptiness and coolness her body no longer resting against it. I smirk, one day that Princess of mine will be tamed. She will come to enjoy me and respect me, maybe not for a while but she will.

Wait, what am I thinking? Why do I care about Lucky Gianluca respecting me, liking me, being tamed? It is of no interest whether she does or not respect or like me, she's the pawn in my chess game, a means to an end. I shake the weird feeling away inside me as she takes a seat in one of the chocolate fabric, wing-backed chairs and crosses one long leg over the other. "Just so as you know, Santangelo, there will never be any possible or inevitable as far as we are concerned." She folds her arms in front of her chest.

I walk towards her and lean over the chair, my face close to her cheek, inhaling her intoxicating fragrance and move her hair from her shoulders and whisper into her ear, "oh but my Princess, we are inevitable, we are possible, and what you consider distant and impossible will suddenly become near."

"Fuck off, Nico Santangelo, you live in a dream world, this is reality."

"Don't tell me you're not attracted to me, Lucky. I felt your heat the other night, I saw the look in those brilliant, green eyes of yours, the flash of desire, the wanting and needing of me. I know that despite what goes on up in your pretty head, your body wants me, it craves me." Her mouth opens and closes. "Stop acting like a fish and close your mouth. Just admit it already."

"Never. And I do not crave you, you're in some fantasy world in your head. Just because women throw themselves at you and would throw their panties in your face like whores, does not make me one of them."

"Like I said, Princess, we are inevitable, and we are possible. You will see." She raises her chin in defiance, but I can sense that my closeness has got her body warm, I bet her cunt is wet and needy, I wonder what it'd be like to grab her by her hair and teach her a lesson. I could strip her clothes off and force her over my large office desk, spreading her legs with my feet and run my fingers along her sweet cunt, I know she'd moan and gasp. It makes my cock harden and my balls ache.

There is a knock at the door, "come in." My waiter has arrived with the tray of coffee, I can smell the strong aroma it fills my nostrils. He lays the tray out on the round table beside where Lucky sits and pours our coffees for us. "Thank you, that will be all. Have a word with Bella and ensure that Lucky's suite of rooms is ready for her. She will be retiring in an hour."

He nods and makes his way out of my office. "An hour, are you kidding? I am not going to bed in an hour. I stay up well past mid-night usually going to a party or an event, this is going to be boring staying here." She huffs like a child.

"Tough, you are under my roof now, Gianluca and you will be accustomed to retiring when I tell you. Or you can spend the evening with me, I have paperwork to do and calls to make. We need to find out who was behind the shooting."

"I'd rather watch paint dry on my nails than spend unnecessary minutes with you."

"Very well, drink your coffee and I'll have Bella my housemaid come and get you. The suite should be to your liking. You have one of the best views in the property, across the ocean."

She glares at me, and I can't help but think that she is one spoilt, little rich girl. The apple of her daddy's eye the youngest of the four Gianluca children. I bet her three brothers pampered her every whim as she grew up. "I will come and tuck you in if you like, if you're a good girl, Princess." I can't help myself goading her, it's fun even though it's childish for a man in his thirties, but the look on her face is worth it, it's priceless.

"You, Nico Santangelo, wouldn't even know where to begin with a woman like me. I'm no pussycat in the bedroom, I eat men like you alive for breakfast." That causes me to throw my head back and roar with laughter, I've not laughed not like this, properly out loud for, well, I can't even recall. A very long time.

"Oh, Princess you've not had a man like me. Trust me, when I gain entry into your tight, pretty, little cunt you'll be sore for a week afterwards. I won't take it slowly; I won't be gentle. You will know that Nico Santangelo has fucked you senseless."

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