Chapter Thirty Three

When the Guard opened the door to escort her down to the Dining Room, he stopped and stared. He had never seen a more beautiful young woman. She oozed innocence and sexuality at the same time. Walking out in front of him, she swayed her slender hips in impossibly high heels she wore that made her gorgeous legs go on forever. The Guard had to adjust himself discreetly before he could walk after her his cock was so hard that walking was very uncomfortable and he was very jealous of his Boss that night he could see the other guards felt the same way. As she walked toward the Dining Room they all devoured her with their eyes and without question every one of them hoped their Boss would tire of her quickly, Romero was known for his generosity toward his guards and many pretty girls had been forwarded on to them.

Juliette strode into the Dining Room her head held high oozing confidence and full of sass,

‘Will I do?’

She asked in English, spinning around in front of him and lust burning through his veins, she looked incredible, and he wanted to clear the table and take her right there. Not waiting for his answer, she brushed past him, picked up the champagne flute he had just filled, and knocked it back in one giggling when she sneezed as the bubbles went up her nose. She reached for a second glass and he caught her wrist pulling her into his arms and kissing her passionately she responded willingly kissing him back. When he broke the kiss though she stepped back and picked up another champagne flute sitting at the table,

‘Are you going to feed me or starve me?’

She asked provocatively, pushing his buttons once again. If anyone else had disrespected him so much, he would have lost his temper, but she got away with it.

‘I suppose I had better feed you’

He sat down beside her his eyes locking with hers,

‘You are going to need all your energy later’

He smirked and she lifted an eyebrow,

‘Really? Are you taking me dancing?’

She saw his eyes glitter with amusement,

‘No beautiful not dancing something much more energetic.’

He handed her another glass of the sparkling wine and they spent the next hour eating the delicious food his Chef had prepared flirting and teasing each other. He loved her bright intelligence, she knew all about the Mafia and was up-to-date on most things quizzing him on the stuff she was not sure of. With a teasing lilt to her voice she asked him about his maids, and when he shrugged and replied it was not something she should concern herself with made her frown,                                                                                            ‘Is there something you are hiding from me, Romero? I am not stupid, suppose you tell me how many of them you have slept with?’                                                                                                                      Romero shook his head,                                                                                                                                  ‘No Juliette, it’s nothing to do with you. I will answer your questions but only if they are relevant. You don’t need to know about my past conquests.’                                                                                                      She glared at him her anger simmering inside her,                                                                                          ‘No, I don’t.’                                                                                                                                                     He looked up surprised she agreed with him,                                                                                               ‘It’s the ones you are currently enjoying that I’m interested in, the ones who come to dress me, knowing who I am, the ones who talk about your, er, how shall I put this? Your prowess in the bedroom, who give away your secrets, shall I tell you what your measurements are?’                                                          Sarcasm dripped from her every word and he found himself getting, he could not help the maids talking about him, he knew he was no innocent he had fucked many of them. He had also removed many of them because they wanted more and when they became a problem, refusing to accept he had just used them for sex, they were packed off to one of his brothels never to be seen again. He hadn’t touched any of the maids for a long time, finding his relief with a couple of the dancers at his clubs, they understood what he wanted and they were well rewarded for their time. Clearly, the two young maids he had sent to help her dress needed to be taught a lesson in discretion,  he gritted his teeth,                                                       ‘Alle cameriere piace spettegolare.’  [Maids like to gossip.]                                                                              In temper, he reverted to Italian and snapped out dismissing them and he was furious with himself for giving her ammunition against him, her head came up and he saw the anger rippling through her body,      ‘Oh, è vero, mi dimentico di me stesso, le donne sono così in fondo alla tua fottuta lista di priorità che non meritano nemmeno una spiegazione.’ [Oh, that’s right, I forget myself, women are so far down your fucking priority list they aren’t even worthy of an explanation.]                                                                                 She seethed her hands coming to her hips in a gesture of defiance, Romero found himself getting more and more aroused by her anger,  no one ever challenged him as she did, they would not dare even answer him back for fear of being shot dead. He hated insabordination and he had killed many of those who had dared without giving them a second thought. That wasn’t what he was thinking when he looked at her though,  he wanted to grab that stunning mane of hair and force her to her knees, make her wrap those luscious red lips around his straining cock. It took a huge effort on his part to bring his mind back to what she was saying, her anger was fuelling his lust and he knew he had to rein it back. This was the little girl he had dreamed about since she had been taken from him as a child, his beautiful, wildly untameable Juliette. He would never hurt her, she belonged to him and once he got her to see that she would be his in every way. He decided to placate her and that was another mistake, he forgot he had already told her this a couple of times, she had him all worked up so tight it would not only be the maids who felt his wrath.                                                

‘Come on little tigress, you really do not need to worry your pretty little head about such stuff. You know what I do and I thought you understood how all of it works, beautiful girl. ’