Mafia's Arranged Princess Bride Book1 King of New York

Chapter 51

Lucky

He looks stern, his eyes are blazing as he takes off his tie and loosens his collar, clenches his fists, rakes his hands through his hair then starts to unbutton his shirt. From the mahogany table by the large floor to ceiling windows, he takes his tumbler and knocks back the amber liquid.

Breeze comes through the open doors causing the sheer curtains to billow, it's almost romantic only there is nothing romantic about our scenario. How I long for that, someone to lovingly put their arms around me, to call me special names to tell me they love me. I sigh. He glances my way.

His eyes are dark, brooding and his lips are set in a thin line. "What's up with you?" I ask him as I slip out of my heels, my feet ache maybe it's time to start wearing flats like Mia. Maybe she has a point, I sit down on the large bed and rub my aching feet.

Nico glances down at my hands in motion and places his glass down on the table and comes towards me. "What are you doing?" I ask him wondering why he is getting so close to me. He bends down on one knee. What the fuck?

"Let me help soothe your feet," he says his voice low. I furrow my eyebrows. This is unexpected. He doesn't wait for a reply, and I am too gobsmacked to even formulate one as he takes my right foot in his hand and begins to massage it.

His hands are soft, warm and surprisingly gentle as he begins to use his thumb on pressure points under my foot. Fuck, this feels good, I'm not going to let him know that though. Now I realize what all that fuss is about when it comes to reflexology. Another thing that Mia swears by to relieve stress. Not that Mia has any real stresses, she has her job, a good family life and not entwined with the shit that comes with being a mafia princess. She doesn't know how lucky she is.

He uses his fingers for the top of my aching foot and slowly makes circles underneath with his thumb. Inadvertently, I let out a groan. "Is that better, Princess."

I look down at him in his tux, his top buttons undone, and it hits me again how utterly gorgeous this man is. And this softer side to him, it suits him even though it has taken me by complete surprise.

"I guess," I play it down how orgasmic if actually feels. Seriously, who'd have thought that someone caressing your feet would feel so damn good. "So, tell me what has got you in a mood, you look like the devil scorned."

"It is nothing for you to worry about, Princess." He lifts my foot to his lips and kisses the top. Oh my, this man is actually making me swoon. I can't give in to that, but I find myself flowing with it, this massage feels way too good to try to beat the sensations he is giving me.

"I am your business, Nico and as your wife to be, I demand that you tell me. I am sick of being kept in the fucking dark."

I blaze my eyes at him, he looks up at me through his long, dark lashes. A girl would be jealous of those, they're like long spider's legs. "I told you it is nothing for you to worry about. Family stuff. It does not involve you."

"I am going to be your family thus everything involves me. How am I supposed to be part of this family if you keep secrets from me. God knows it's going to be hard enough as it is since I am a Gianluca."

"You do not want to be an equal Lucky, you want to fight and resist me at every turn, you are a challenge. One I hasten to add, I could do without." All the while he keeps on massaging, kneading, stroking, kissing and oh my God, I'm losing control. Suddenly I am aching for him, the throbbing between my legs is incessant.

"What about if I do want to be an equal? After all, I am the daughter of a Don. Gianluca is a big name on the streets. We have our own money and power, Nico. I do not want to be your little caged bird. I want in on the business, the ins and outs, I want to deal with family." Do I? What the hell am I talking about? I want out, out, out. Not to be embroiled even further into his dark, dangerous world.

Yet, the hold he has on me just with one foot in his hand is driving me insane and clearly my mouth has lost total control, and my brain is rendered useless.

"Fine, Dario. He wants nothing to do with me."

"Your own brother, I don't understand. Why not?" He changes my feet by placing my foot gently down to the ground, not before kissing it again and rubbing soothing strokes up my ankle. He picks the other foot up and now I truly feel like I am being spoilt with the way he caresses it. Dampness pools between my legs, I resist the urge to get my clit off on the bed, creating friction. I take a look at his eyes; they are now hooded. Good so he's feeling it too. Fuck what a situation. From a damn foot massage. But it's so intimate, so affectionate, so full of feeling. This I didn't ever expect from a man like Nico Santangelo.

"I don't understand, you've done everything you can for him." I want to touch his face and feel what his stubble feels like. It adds a sexier look to him, if that was even possible. Just because I do not like Nico Santangelo doesn't mean that I can't think he is impossibly good looking, I mean I am a woman, one with a veracious appetite for sex and men.

"I have no idea, Lucky. No idea at all. I think it's all the drugs he's been taking, maybe they have thwarted his mind. Who the fuck knows, and he's been hanging with that Lucifer fuck up. I swear to God if Lucifer has brainwashed Dario, I will string him up and cut his balls off. Slowly," he adds his tone cold as ice.

My hand involuntarily reaches out to his face, he leans into it. I feel his bristles on my hand and stroke his jaw with my thumb. "I'm sure he'll come round once he's gotten the rehab out the way and spoken to someone. Maybe he's resentful because you've taken him off the streets. Maybe he is still angry at you for taking him away from a life he has unfortunately come to know."

Nico shrugs. He kisses the top of my foot and places it down, then slides his hands up my calf massaging it. Pure heaven, my body is in an utter state of bliss. He slowly gets up and brings his head down to mine, our foreheads touching.

"Are you ready for me Princess?"

My lips part as his join mine, knowing how much he needs to have something tonight, anything that will release his mind from the turmoil it must go through on a daily basis and on top of that, being rejected by his own flesh and blood. This family like ours, is bound by blood and loyalty. It is bond that should never be broken. To be rejected by your own flesh and blood is hard to endure and I see it in his eyes which are questioning me right now.

Am I ready for Nico Santangelo?