Lucky
The music is thumping, and my hips want to gyrate in tune to the music. I need to shake this protection first, he is getting on my nerves. Honestly, I am not even married to Nico yet and he already has his men covering my every movement even though I have Nikolei, as you know I already sent him home even though he gave me that look that says, bad idea Lucky.
Mia snaps her fingers as we sit on the velvet purple sofas upstairs in the VIP area, a waiter comes with a tray, wearing a velvet purple waistcoat, a white button-down shirt and black pants. I raise my eyebrows, he is handsome, not in the Nico kind of way but I don’t like Nico, I detest Nico he is just a rich scumbag in my opinion, but I am a woman, a wild woman, and I do like sex and it has been some weeks.
Sure, I have my trusty vibrator, but nothing can beat the feel of a man’s cock plunging deep inside you. And what will I do when I am married to Nico? Exactly, he will not let me out of his sight and when he can’t be around, he will have me watched, my every move. It makes me want to lose my mind.
“Champagne. A bottle of Perignon,” she tells him. The waiter nods not before checking me out. He licks his bottom lip; he has nice fat lips. The type of lips that would feel like heaven sucking on my clit. It begins to throb just thinking about his tongue licking my slit up and down and swirling around my clit.
I smile at him, even in this dark light I can see a faint blush creep up his neck and his cheeks. “Leave the poor boy alone, can’t you already.” Mia kicks my foot with hers.
“I’m just looking, Mia no harm in that.” I see as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down, I bet he is innocent that isn’t what I need right now. What I want is an experienced man, someone who knows how to make a woman have multiple orgasms with his tongue, his fingers and then his cock stuffed inside her. I can feel the wetness in my panties and clench my thighs together.
He leaves us. I see as Nico’s men stand in the corner; they are talking I wonder if I could give them the slip. Then I wonder if they are grassers and will tell their boss what I get up to. Fuck me this is a shit situation. I’m a young twenty-two-year-old girl, not an old housemaid. I want to be and act young, free, and single. Being engaged to Nico is the worst thing that could possibly ever have happened to me. I want love, respect and ever lasting love, not this bullshit arranged marriage that is on the card. But I cannot risk the life of my father, so it is the price I have to pay. It’s a high price and it curses through my heart threatening to break it into pieces. Good, because the last person on this earth I will give my heart to, will be Nico Santangelo.
I want to spit when I think of his name, it poisons my tongue just having to say it. And when we come to our wedding vows, I will probably feel like being sick at his feet. That does, however, amuse me. Vomit on his high-shine shoes on our wedding day. Yeah, take that is what I will think. It causes my mouth to turn upwards.
“What’s so funny?” Mia asks as she takes the glass of champagne the waiter now offers her. The service is impeccable I’ll give the club that.
“Just thinking of how it’d look vomiting all over the bastard’s shoes on our wedding day.”
“Honestly, Lucky you need to get used to the idea. You have to make this work; you don’t want to be sad and lonely in a marriage forever do you?”
“Jeez, Mia whose side are you on? I thought you were my best friend?”
“I am, all I am saying is that if you continue to have this seething hatred for him, it will be you that ends up lonely and isolated, like a trapped bird with its wings clipped in the marriage.”
“It won’t be forever. I have a plan. I’m not stupid, Mia. My father will die of natural causes in the next fifteen to twenty years, not that I wish him ill or anything but that is life. I will leave Nico then, he will be King of New York, he has no need for me.” Mia’s eyes open like saucers.
“Yeah, but you’ll already be in your forties or something, Lucky what a fucking waste of a life and Nico will want kids. He will want to build an empire and have heirs to leave it to.”
“He can fuck off, my cunt will be closed to that bastard. He can fuck whoever else he wants, he can make them pregnant and pass it off as one of mine and pay them off, he will never enter inside of me. I’d rather die first at his hands.” I knock back my glass of champagne, just the thought of having sex with Nico Santangelo fills me with anger and disgust. So, why when I look at him does something strange happen to my body? Why does my heart begin to race, and I can hear the blood whooshing in my ears?
I dismiss my ridiculous thoughts and check out the men on the sofa next to us, one in particular catches my eye. His hair to his chin, dirty-blonde and I wonder how dirty he would be if I took him to bed, or maybe to the toilets. Yeah, dirty sex in a dirty disgusting toilet. That’s what I feel like doing, have him suck on my nipples and stick his fingers inside my wet and aching pussy. One helluva a way to tell Nico Santangelo to fuck off.
He turns to look at me. “Playing with fire,” Mia says. “You know his detail will tell him.”
“Hush, Mia for God’s sake you are not my mother. Let’s have some fun, he has some friends how about it?” I know for a fact that Mia never shies away from a three or foursome. She loves sex as much as I do and we’ve often shared guys together in bed, sometimes just the two of us, sometimes three or four guys and the two of us. I love having my face fucked when I’ve got a cock deep inside my pussy.
Mia giggles and moves her hand down over her glossy, swingy bob. Yeah, that’s my girl I know she’s up for it, her tongue runs along her lower lip before she bites into it. “Okay, let’s do it. What about Nico’s detail?”
“What? You want them to join us?” I laugh out loud throwing my head back exposing my long, slender neck. The dirty blonde takes a look in my direction, our eyes meet. It’s too dark to make out the true color of them but they’re dark and brooding. Oh yeah, he’s my one for the night. He smiles, I smile back.
Mia stands and grabs my hand, our champagne glasses in our other hands. “You guys want some company?” She asks them and takes a seat not waiting for an answer. I mean, who the fuck is going to ask two sexy, beautiful women to leave?
They move up, dirty blonde keeping his eyes on me. I lick my lower lip and give him a broader smile and sit right by his side allowing my hand to grab his muscular thigh. I can feel the warmth of his skin through his black pants. I allow my fingers to trail almost to his seam, he puts a hand on mine. It’s big, masculine. “Not so fast, lady.” His voice has a twang to it, southern perhaps.
“I don’t have all night.” I whisper into his ear, meanwhile Mia is already between two guys her hands on each of their thighs, their arms are wrapped around her waist each kissing her face. She turns and kisses the dark haired one whilst the other kisses her neck and makes her giggle. She wastes no time, when Mia wants it, she wants it.
“I have a hotel room we can go to.” I tell dirty blonde. He raises his eyebrows.
“Where I come from, we usually ask the ladies.”
“Well, you are in New York City now and we know what we want and when we want it.” I lean forward, he smells of whiskey, I like whiskey it’s masculine, strong and always hits the spot. His lips meet mine; I allow his tongue entry and tease him with my own.
A large hand grabs my shoulder. “What the fuck are you doing?” I turn my eyes blazing for being interrupted as I look directly into the eyes of fucking Nico Santangelo. You have got to be kidding me. When did he turn up?
“Get the fuck off my fiancée.” He tells dirty blonde.
“Oh, hell.” I hear Mia say as she pushes the two men off her. I glare at Nico. He grabs my arm and pulls me up.
“Hey, man no need to grab her like that she’s not a piece of meat.” Now would be a good time for dirty blonde to shut the fuck up, he clearly has no idea who he is dealing with.
“Shut the fuck up punk or I’ll blow your goddamn brains out.” Nico’s voice has an edge to it.
“Nice, Santangelo. Real nice. You’re a class act you know that you schmuck.” I wrangle my arm free, but he grabs my waist.
“You are leaving.” His voice is certain.
“You’re a fucking cockblocker you little prick.” I am angry as hell at him. I almost spit in his face. That’d show the bastard.
He clicks his fingers as his detail approach him. “Get rid of these guys give them some cash and get them to clear the fuck out of here, I don’t want to see their faces again in this City.”
“You got it Boss.” The bodyguards do not hesitate as they hoist the guys up and start to usher them out of the VIP door at the top of the mezzanine. They don’t argue, to be honest, I can’t blame them not with Nico’s burly guys manhandling them.
“You little whore, think you can come to a club and position yourself with another man. What are you thinking, Lucky. You are my woman, and you will not sleep or be with another man. Do I make myself fucking clear.”
Mia remains silent by my side. I don’t expect her to get involved, she knows what a brute Nico can be.
“I am not your woman, Santangelo. You make me sick; I am young and want to be free and have fun, I do not want to be married to an old man like you.” He clutches my arm tighter; it is bordering on being painful. His eyes are dark and narrow, not even a hint of their ocean blue can be seen at this moment.
“Old, is that what you think, Princess? I will show you old on our fucking wedding night when you scream my name and beg me for more of my cock to fill your cunt.”
I detest the way he speaks to me and spit in his face. He wipes it off and glares at me.
The battle between us has just begun.
NicoI do not have time for this right now, an errant fiancée who seems to think she can just give her pussy up to anyone. She knows she has to fit in with the rules, our women are not a free for all men. Lucky Gianluca needs to be put in her place, she needs to be taught a lesson. And on top of that calling me old. Who the fuck does she think she is?I know she’s wild, she has a reputation that proceeds her, she has always been difficult and run around with guys, it is no secret, even though her father locked her in a school for girls, it wasn’t that difficult for her since the boy’s school was only across from her.Did I notice her growing up? Of course, who wouldn’t with her long mane of dark hair that she has always worn long, those emerald eyes of hers, that are like pools you could drown in and watching her grow into a woman with a body that makes men come to their knees and lust after, is sinful. I will not be that man.I may have had some nights where all I could do was think
LuckyYou would not believe it, but I have never been to Nico’s house before, simply because he is old fashioned which suits me just fine, and believes that his Queen to be will not be in his bed until the wedding night. For a man like him it is laughable don’t you think? I mean who lives by those kind of out-dated rules anymore?Only, now in the early hours of the morning with a full moon gracing the dark sky at night, the car pulls up to large iron gates, they are imposing on each wall to the sides are lights that offer me a glimpse of what is to come. The driver presses some keys on a pad on the dash and the gates swing open. Inside are two men one on each side, dressed in black, they look built like brick walls, broad shoulders, mean looking faces and dark eyes. They make me shudder. A man who needs this kind of protection is a man who has many bad things going on. Like I don’t already know.I throw my head back against the car seat. “What’s up Princess? I thought you wanted to se
Nico This impertinent woman is going to be the death of me, why I am going to so much trouble to even consider marrying her is beyond me, only I need the alliance with her family, and she is the only daughter of the Gianluca family. It has been my dream and passion to be The King of all of New York and if I have to put up with her shit, then so be it. Sooner or later, she will bow down to me, she will beg for me, I will make her surrender. I watch as she climbs the stairs and move aside for her to move past me, I notice how her hips move from side to side, is she fucking taunting me? I wonder if she is doing this on purpose, shaking that luscious ass at me. I clench my fists by my side as I follow behind her into my entrance hall, it’s large and circular with a domed ceiling hand painted by the best artists in the world, a blue sky with white clouds, cherubs adorn it. She looks up and gasps. The large crystal chandelier hangs down above the centre, in front of us is the sweeping iron
LuckyI hate, absolutely HATE the way my body responded to his touch, how I succumbed to getting myself off on his knee and then for him to pull away just as my orgasm was about to crash through my body giving me some much-needed release. I can’t recall the last time I had a fuck; it was at least a couple of month’s ago with a couple of guy twins and a female hooker I ordered. Sure, I like a foursome it gives me such pleasure to have a cock in my mouth and one in my pussy, whilst a girl sucks on my tits. I know some girls would shirk at this but so what, I am Lucky Gianluca, and I will do as I please and nothing or nobody will stop me. Least of all Nico Santangelo.He looks flustered like he has lost control as he rakes his long, lean fingers through his long dark hair, it falls to his chin and curls at the bottom. If I wasn’t so in hate with him, I’d think it was sexy and want to run my fingers through it. I can only imagine he uses the best shampoo and conditioner as it shines even
Nico“Your room is ready.” I clap my hands and a different woman comes in, she’s in her mid-forties, I know because I personally hired her. Her hair is slicked back and a bun is at the base of her head. She’s wearing all black, a pants suit with a red button-down shirt and high heels. I’d guess they’re a pair of Louboutin heels. She looks well-presented and put together as always.“Aurora show our guest to her quarters and make sure that Maxim is outside at all times.”“As you wish, Nico.” She runs her hand over my shoulder my eyes do not waver from Lucky’s. Is that a hint of jealousy I see as she narrows her eyes assessing the situation? She needn’t worry, Aurora is one of my closest detail, she’s a killer, an assassin. She came to me looking for work fifteen years ago and never left. I like her by my side, she can be disarming when I take her to meeting with her cheekbones so high they could cut glass, her narrow well-defined nose and her arched eyebrows. One day she will leave me, w
LuckyThe room isn’t what I expected, for a start I thought it would be dim, dark colors, reds and black. Austere like him only I did see the weakness in him when he was checking me out. The way his jaw tightened and clenched, I wonder if he is in his suite of rooms getting himself off. The tension between us was strong as much as I hate to admit that it was. My panties are soaked. The woman leaves me as I step inside the double doors.Two pale blue sofas are facing one another in the middle of the first part of the suite, a marble coffee table of rose sits between them, white cushions look soft enough to bury my face into. A large vase of pale pink roses sits atop the table. They are fresh, I am wondering if he had this all planned and not just a spur of the moment decision to bring me here tonight. And what is his end game in doing so in any case? We agreed as part of the arrangement that I would not step inside his jail until we were married. Yet this does not resemble anything dar
NicoIt’s early just five in the morning, it is still dark outside, and I did not get sufficient sleep, Lucky was on my mind. After I masturbated with dirty, dark thoughts of her I laid awake thinking about her. Not just her body but her mind. She’s sharp, sharp as a razor, her intelligence is superior to the women I ordinarily sleep with and hang with. I know what I am doing by forcing her hand is wrong, of course it is but I have one end goal and that is to be the King of New York and nothing or no one will stop me.Unsettled, I begin to move, I have to run and then hit the gym. It is my usual routine, up at five, run for three to five miles and then an hour in the gym. Staying fit, healthy and in good shape does come at a price. I’ve always been fit, my father allowed for me to take part in sports at school and I was quarterback in the football team back then, only he made it perfectly clear that it would not be a career for me. Despite the fact that I had a good arm, that I was th
LuckyMy 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 voya