Emma and Luca have spent the past six years apart, during which time their mutual trust has progressively diminished. However, a significant life event has brought them together once more: their parents have orchestrated their marriage. This matrimonial union is strategically devised to unite their opposing mafia families, presenting itself as the most formidable business arrangement of the century. Conscious of the ramifications of defying their parents' mandates, both Emma and Luca acquiesce to the matrimonial contract with apprehension. Yet, beneath the facade of compliance, they each harbor profound sentiments for one another, emotions that have remained suppressed over the years. Will they succeed in transcending their animosity and rekindling their affection before external forces orchestrate their separation? Only time will unveil the outcome.
View MoreContinued:I want everything he can give me.I want it all...I want him.Giving him myself is the only thing I can give him that's remotely worth his time. "Then take me to bed. Fuck me, use me—do whatever you please," I smile against his neck, whispering back so quietly just in case someone else can hear my deepest, dirtiest needs."Don't let go," he warns. Standing up, he encourages my legs around his waist as he holds onto my buttocks. His still erect cock brushes my labia as he moves to climb out, reminding me that we're completely naked. I hang around him, holding myself against his body as he manoeuvres us out of the hot tub and onto a stable floor.He chuckles, his voice throaty and natural, which makes my cheeks burn as he steps towards the house. Readjusting me, he brings me higher, his lips going straight for my cheek, or so I thought."I'm going to fucking eradicate any memory of that man," he promises against my ear so surely that I believe every word he says.My heart
Bianca"Tell me to stop," he begs me suddenly."No—," I whisper despite realising perhaps maybe I should bow down to his need not to use me. Because that's how he feels, right?Indecision is usually my middle name. However, as I watched Niko try to ignore my presence, I couldn't help but float over his lap. Both of us are trying to suppress our desire to keep each other on our toes, yet here we are, in each other's company, longing to touch one another but hesitant to express our feelings for fear of using the other.I know my reason is my past; I don't want to use Niko to gain anything. There is also the element of opposing this arranged marriage and honestly opposing Dimitri.I also recognise the need to keep everyone at arm's length. But I want something different for myself: happiness.That's what drove my need to sit on his lap and also drove my need to beg him to fuck me. I hadn't expected him to force his way inside me so swiftly, though, yet he did, and I revelled in the sens
Continued: I plate the gnocchi into two bowls, take forks with me and head out into the garden and over to the hot tub because I can't ignore her whereabouts. It went through my mind, leaving her food on the counter and taking myself to bed. It would have been easy to wind down without winding myself up, but her pull on me strengthened. I'll stick myself out through the torture if only to show her she can trust me. Building this trust may create prosperity for me. Do I have that kind of patience? I ask myself. "Gnocchi, Bee?" "I'm famished," she reveals, leaning forward to reach for the bowl. I pass it along, my eyes never leaving her cleavage. "God," she moans around a mouthful. "Do you often moan like that with...things in your mouth?" I ask with a devilish chuckle. Shifting uncomfortably, I rearrange myself in my swim shorts to relieve some of the pressure from the waistband. Bianca watches me inquisitively, and I know she knows I'm hard. It's times like now that I
NikoMy heart almost stopped for about the thousandth time today when she walked back down those stairs in nothing but that skimpy two-piece that left little for my imagination to run wild with. Memories of sharing the ocean, of having my hands on her waist, my thumb stroking the soft, subtle skin of her hip. Of watching her pull herself up and onto the ledge, muscles flexing as she held her weight before turning around. Of the soft swell of her breasts that barely contained themselves in the tiny triangles of material made for hiding them. It all begs me to give up on cooking, to grab her and march her back upstairs to the bed I hate sharing with her.Hate being a lie, honestly, but I do disfavour being beside her with the power to take what I need but not having the heart to force the girl to want me.Despite my intention of ignoring her reentry, I was unsuccessful. She walked right on by, heading out into the garden, where she walked into the hot tub, taking my breath and my cock
If I can't leave Niko, I may decide to live alongside him. I'm tired, mentally, of course, of fighting him at every opportunity.So very tired.I just want to have one person, just one, to be in my corner. Is that so bad?Am I an awful human being for wishing for the bare minimum in this life where most women get sold as scraps of meat for their orifices?My feet slap on the hardwood of the stairs as I descend them; I instantly have Niko's attention. I feel his gaze bore into my skin, warming and chilling simultaneously.I could walk up to the kitchen counter and bask in his presence, but I walked past him, heading out into the garden.He stares after me, the glass walls giving him a perfect view of me walking away from him. I sway my hips, and I smile secretly to myself.I've always been able to catch men's attention, but only once did I feel the need to keep it."Shit. Ow!" Niko hisses from the house as I climb up and into the hot tub; one leg is already inside the bubbling water, a
BiancaSven's inquisitive eyes and calculating stare kept me on edge throughout our journey around the island and back to the beach that houses Dimitri's home.I couldn't shake the burning sensation left by his gaze, nor could I stop the anxiety that overwhelmed me at his company. I should have appreciated the surroundings and been in awe of their magnificence, but all I could do was dwell on the troubling futures that loomed in my mind.Visions of Sven drawing a gun from his waistband and aiming it at the back of our heads before pulling the trigger on our lives made me uncomfortable. Yet, the most surreal aspect was the intense urge to protect Niko that emerged in my thoughts.Something is changing within me, and I'm uncertain about what is driving this new direction in my needs. It feels as though my concerns for my own freedom are diminishing—and they shouldn't be.Niko had dropped me at the house door, stipulating that I should go in while he dealt with Sven alone. It was then t
NikoThe afternoon was mostly uneventful. When we had enough of hiding out under the waterfall, we emerged through the water and swam up to the boat to find Sven awaiting us on tenterhooks.Playing in the water, I managed to get Bianca to laugh freely, and I spent a good hour or two showing her the underwater life swimming of their own free will.Surprisingly, she's a good swimmer and breath holder. Moreover, she allowed me to hold her hand, albeit underwater, to enable me to lead her around the little marine cove we found ourselves in.Luckily, we found a cuttlefish and an octopus that was more than friendly, suctioning onto my arm as he explored us before moving off. We even noticed a pod of dolphins playing around offshore.The sun was quickly descending in the—wrong direction—sky, and I knew we hadn't much time to ensure we travelled around the island back to shore where we could enjoy our own company again.So I encouraged Bee back to the boat, where I asked Sven to stay closer t
Continued: He searches my face with dilated eyes that seemingly reach deep within my soul. He has my body moving towards his, and that brings a smirk to his face. The next few moments have me suspended in shock and horror. Niko leans down, cupping my face in absolute silence. His lips pucker, and despite my mind screaming to scramble, I do not move. I allow him to descend, to kiss me much as I have allowed him to do many times at home. What's worse is that I kiss him back, mould my lips to his, and move as he does, creating a kiss like nothing I've ever experienced before. The pull of need from deep within me dictates my movements, and slowly, that voice that despises the kiss quietens down to insignificance. I couldn't tell you how long we kiss, but it's long enough for my hands to roam Niko's body, to find their way down his waist and to settle on his buttocks. One of my legs is hooked over his, and I'm crushing his body to mine as much as he holds me to his. His fingers are
Bianca Silence follows our swim as I climb onto the small ledge, which doesn't give much room to wiggle. Despite being underneath the rock and behind the water, it's surprisingly hot under here. In a matter of ten or so minutes, I dry off as I sit cross-legged whilst trying not to breathe too heavily for fear I might touch Niko in any way that encourages him to believe I want anything more than to sit here beside him in this silence. It's the truth, but I don't need him knowing that just yet; after all, he has been more hands-on today, cradling my waist under the water as I disassociated while looking at the waterfall. He allows the silence to carry around the makeshift cave for a while, and we both sit in stoic silence. I follow the birds flying through a small opening in the falling water. I don't know what type of bird they are, but they are dancing around one another as if courting each other. It's fascinating to watch, and for a moment, I lose myself in a strange need to
LucaAs I step out of my car, my shoes hit the pavement with a steady rhythm that synchronises with my heartbeat. I'm standing in the driveway of the house where I grew up, but I'm about to leave the comfort of the familiar behind and make my way to my father's office, where he summoned me earlier this evening. The halls of my parent's home are dimly lit, but the soft glow is enough to guide me as I walk towards my father's office, wondering what he wants to talk to me about this time. I've been meeting with him regularly lately, and while it's become routine, I can't help but feel a sense of unease every time I step into his office under his domain. You see, I've recently taken on the role of underboss in the family business, preparing to become the next Don of the Italian Mafia. It's a position I never expected to find myself in, having grown up as a half-Italian boy in London, feeling like I only fit in with myself. Looking back, it's clear that everyone was afraid of me and, mo...
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