Mafia's Arranged Princess Bride Book1 King of New York

Chapter 33

Lucky

I watched his back as he left, broad shoulders, tapering down to a fine ass and long legs, the kind of legs you want to feel entwined with your own. I'd like to see that man come undone before my eyes but I will not give him the satisfaction of taking me and then owning me.

As beautiful as my suite of rooms is at his palatial residence it feels empty, I miss my best friend, I miss my family and I miss my shopping. I could, I suppose go horse riding or I could try and plot my escape from here. It's Nico's job to find whoever tried to shoot us and it is his job to take care of it, not mine. Besides, nobody would want to hurt me surely. I realize I am now a target since I am engaged to Nico but I don't think I should let something like that stop me getting off this island. There must be something I can do other than wait until he gets back.

Do I miss him? It peaks my interest since I have never missed a man before and of all the men it would seem unlikely that the man I hate, would be the man I miss. Yet, I feel empty and lonely like something has been taken from my own body. For God's sake, I hate that I feel this way and over Nico. It's ridiculous.

He's right maybe I should go out riding, it will clear my head and drum some sense into me instead of pining like a forlorn pup dog, it's not my personality and I do not want it to start now. As for looking for wedding gowns, he has another thing coming. I do not want to be married he already knows that there has to be a way to save my father without finally marrying a Santangelo. Although the thought of being his wife and being taken between the sheets by fierce, dark Nico does hold some appeal.

I wonder if he likes to be rough, or he likes to be dominated. Mm the thoughts cross my mind, arousal burgeons in my groin, my clit begins to ache and swell. Idly I allow my fingers to trail between my legs enjoying the wetness of my pussy, I move them inside me slowly imagining his long slender fingers working me like I'm the only woman he's ever been with. I can only imagine a Devil like Nico knows exactly how to get a woman going, it wouldn't surprise me if his father had paid for hookers and whores for him when he was a teenager, to practice sex with, to learn the ways of a man. It increases my passion and desire as I imagine him in his late teens having sex with one or two other women, but would I want to share him now or just in my mind as he sucks and licks their pussies? Fire crackles inside me as I can feel my arousal coming to a climax, I rub my clit with my thumb and play with my nipples with my free hand, enjoying the lightning jolt of pain from squeezing too hard. I imagine how his tongue will feel on my wetness, if he will like the taste of me.

I hear a knock on the door as I am about to climax, my breath short and sharp, panting like a wild animal in heat. Another knock. "What?" I yell out, frustrated as hell. Who the fuck is knocking on my door?

"Nico suggested you might like to go horse riding, I have your horse ready for you, Ms Gianluca." What the fuck? Do I have a choice or has he got everyone together to keep me occupied. I was fucking occupied finger fucking myself. I've not finished yet, but the buzz has gone.

"Fine. I'll be fifteen minutes."

"I will wait downstairs for you." Leaning back on my pillows I let the orgasm go, there will be later, I wonder if he has a secret sex dungeon or a stash of dildos that I can use to get myself off on. Instead, I have to get showered and changed into something decent for riding. Part of me is looking forward to seeing his vast estate, that apparently will be mine when we are married. Married. It's a word that frightens me, the idea of not being my own person anymore, the thought of a man like Nico Santangelo owning me. A shudder goes through my body. I have no idea what the hell is going on with me right now, it's as if I have some kind of love-hate relationship battling away over the damn man. Even when he isn't near me, he is living rent free in my head, since when has any man ever had so much headspace?

Twenty minutes later I am downstairs where someone I haven't seen before is waiting for me wearing a riding outfit, she has fair hair, it reminds me of caramel swirl ice-cream, her eyes are large, amber, flecked with green, her nose is like a button. She's pretty, the first thought that comes to mind is whether or not Nico has fucked her? I push it away.

"Hi, Lucky, I'm Vinnie." I give her a blank look, like that means anything to me. She giggles, "sorry you might have heard Nico refer to me as Veronica. His assistant." She extends her hand, I take it. Yeah, I bet he's fucked his assistant.

"Nico expressed I came to take care of you for a couple of days whilst he takes care of business back in the city. Shall we?"

Shall we? Her clipped British accent irritates me, in fact the way her tight ass moves in those ridiculous jodhpurs irritates me. Why couldn't Nico have some fat, older, woman with a chin wort looking after him, not this stunning English rose?

"How long have you worked for Nico?"

"Some years, we met at an event I had organized, he was impressed with the event and made me an offer I couldn't refuse." Oh, I just bet he did, I wonder if it involved his cock and satin bedsheets. Okay, why am I getting like this, it's not me?

"And you don't mind that he is in the mafia, it doesn't disturb you?"

"Like I said, it was an offer I couldn't refuse. Besides, Nico is always polite and like a gentleman." To that I raise my eyebrows, does she actually comprehend what being a Mafia Don involves? We arrive at the stables.

"I understand you will be riding Aphrodite." I nod in agreement. "Great, come on then let's go let our hair down and I'll show you the estate. Nico has already advised me that after the wedding you will be the sole owner of the property, must be your name. Lucky." Do I detect some resentment in her voice? Should I be worried? Surely not, but I have no illusions that this woman is his assistant and she will always remain loyal to him. In fact, all of Nico's people will be loyal to him. I will always be the outsider, the Gianluca only marrying into the name. Even though it is not by choice, his people will never accept me, they will never see me as his Queen when I become it.

My heart feels sad at the thought that I will become the arranged wife to a Don, not a man of my choosing, not for love, friendship or trust, but for my name and my name alone.

We ride in silence for a while, the views from up top on the hill are amazing as we look out to the ocean, and nothing on the horizon but clear blue sky meeting the water, it's breathtaking.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Veronica says.

"It is. So, tell me, Veronica."

"Vinnie, please. Veronica sounds so formal, and I want us to be friends. I take it you need some friends, right, Lucky? I mean you are a Gianluca after all."

"I guess I do, but I don't make friends easily and especially if I don't trust the person."

"You can trust me, Lucky." Only, the way she talks and the narrowing of her eyes, I am not entirely sure that I can trust her at all.

"Sorry, what was you going to ask me?"

"How do I get off this damn island if I want to? I can't sit around here for the next few days idly. I have a life."

"Nico has given me instructions not to let you out of my sight, besides we have your wedding to plan. There is an exclusive bridal gown shop in the town, we will go there tomorrow, and you can choose something."

"I don't think so. I refuse to get married isolated on this island." Her brows furrow together.

"Come now, Lucky. You don't want to upset, Nico. Your life is in danger and his, he wants it to be just the two you and some of us that are close to him."

I sigh with exasperation, clearly, she doesn't understand. "I will not marry him here." I use the reins softly to let Aphrodite know we are turning back; I've had enough of this nonsense of wedding talk for one day. He'll have to carry me over his shoulder kicking and screaming before I marry him and take his name.

As soon as I get to the stable and dismount, a young lad approaches me. "I will take care of her, Ms Gianluca."

"Thank you," I say noticing how he blushes as he talks to me. I bet he's just another horny teenager, he looks the type with his flushed cheeks. Maybe I could fuck the stable hand and show Nico Santangelo he will never have any control over me.