Niko The drive home last night was anything but serene. Bianca was quiet, too subdued for what had taken place in the Moretta's kitchen, and my cock was raging, a good one unlike ever before. Claiming her, if that's what it's called, is something I never imagined would turn me the hell on, yet there I stood in Dimitri's kitchen kissing the hell out of her only moments before that retched bastard would walk in to witness me—claiming her. It was awfully perfect timing if you believe in fate, which I don't, but Luca does. And fates never mistreated him. I had hoped Bianca would allow me to continue whatever that kiss was, to explore one another. But she refuted me the moment I tried to lean over in the car to kissher. Her hands pushing me away, her head turning to the side, was a sure fucking message we wouldn't be continuing that little slice of heaven I tasted. What had felt like a breakthrough was anything but, and that pissed me the hell off. I shook my head at her, fuming wit
Continued: She leads me down a crossroads that usually wouldn't be a possibility, but her words from earlier come back to me and show that the vulnerable need to take charge of the situation using the word no had some meaning behind it. I want to know why she feels so profoundly regarding having control, and I fear the worst. I watched her regard me with fear-driven eyes while I debated whether I should act on impulse or really consider whether I respected her answer. Pushing her away, I decide on taking a different path, the right path; I forgo my work, exiting my office like my arse is on fire, slamming the office door to make a point of my unhappiness. Reaching inside my pocket, I take out a spliff, lighting it instantly. I had planned to go to the garden, but I noticed Luca was entering his office, so I floated that way instead. Fuck our rift, there's no one I can talk to but him. When I enter, he's leaning back into his office chair, sighing to the ceiling, his pho
Bianca Niko was pissed at me yesterday evening. I don't know what I was thinking whilst packing away my clothes. One minute, I was looking at the skimpy garments, thinking how typical of a man he was, and the next, I was trying that one particular red piece on. I love red. Not only because it suits my skin tone but because it's the colour of my blood. Who doesn't love blood? So there I was, dressed in this lingerie that he obviously brought because he wanted me to dress up in it for him, and I stared at myself long enough to pique my ego, who absolutely fucking hates me. Dirty skank, she had called me.Should put an end to your sorry existence now and for good,she had continued. And guess where I fucking was? Yeah, in his closet with all his guns. I stood, feeling the silky babydoll skim my thighs, and I picked the two best-looking guns. I pointed the first at my head, releasing the safety before pulling the trigger without a second thought. I'll be fucking damned,
Continued: Her words make me scramble away from her. Words have never harmed me as much as hers have. How dare she forgive me? Red-hot anger burns up inside of me, bubbling in my stomach, making everything except for her disappear. How can she forgive me for killing our parents, for nearly having her killed? For faking her baby and its sudden disappearancejustto play with her emotionally. Anger radiates out of me as a swift kick to her gut. It hurts the top of my foot, but I put everything I have into harming her, and I must be successful because she stumbles back, hissing as she does. "No. How can you?" I scream at her painfully. "Because I can," she repeats herself with a steady tone as if talking to a child asking for a cookie for the tenth time despite being told no nine times. She stumbles again, pressing her whole weight into Niko, making him stumble also. He looks at me with a frown and a back-off fucking glare as Emma whimpers. My anger is gone as I concen
Niko Our wedding is almost upon us, and as I sit here contemplating my life and its future, I've realised one thing. I want Bianca. How long that'll last or whether the need will ebb away almost as soon as she gives in and allows herself to belong to me is still up for debate, but in the now, I want her. I wish I didn't; I wish I couldn't see a future where we grow old and grey beside one another with children to dote on in the goodtimesand a shoulder to lean on in the bad, but I do. And that's precisely why I ordered a pamper day for Bianca. We will marry tomorrow. Today, I treat her like my wife-to-be despite being cognisant that she might become the enemy again in the future. That said, I still have work to do and tasks to complete. Unlike Luca, I won't get an extended time off just because I am married. So I ensure to wake early, leaving Bianca in the hands of the girls from the spa in town to tend to such work. I've accepted the late shipment of weapons, redistributed the
Continued: Suddenly, girls invade the space, barely dressed in anything but lingerie and holding trays of drinks and food for me to choose from. Gingerly, I take a beer, popping the cap before placing it back on the girl's tray. I barely register what she looks like, keeping my eyes away from her. The second comes up on my left, offering food that I decline without glancing her way. "So it's true then, you're whipped by the Rossi spare?" Ivan asks. I hadn't noticed him re-entering the room, but I'm glad for the buffer he offers between myself and the girls he obviously sent in here to test me. Clearing my throat, I nod. Sitting forward to make eye contact with him as he sits opposite me. "Yes," is all I reply, happy to have some confirmation that Emma's true identity remains hidden as we wish. "Well, now I see why you want my biggest diamonds," he grins. Sitting opposite me on the desk that's obviously his, he places a singular tray before me with six rings spaced even
Bianca The direction of my life dives down a major wrong turn this evening as I'm forced to practise being married to the man who's driving me up the wall. Emma, Luca, Niko and I are in the car with Mass, the fucking brute, driving us to Dimtri's home to fake our way through our wedding rehearsal. Honestly, I have no clue why I'm attending this godforsaken fakery because I've barely put effort into this wedding. Truly, if it weren't for Anna, there wouldn't be a wedding to attend. I have yet to try on the dress Anna measured me for. Ignoring the event for the last few weeks made it feel like this was a terrible dream that consciousness would break me away from. But here I am, sitting in the car, heading to attend the rehearsal of my nightmares. I had hoped to win Niko over by now, enlisting his help to escape Dimitri's demands, but all he seemed to do was work himself into my panties. "I'm not sure I'll last," Emma announces out of nowhere. Her voice wavers, her worry very ev
Continued: We all look from him to Emma expectantly. "We wanted to wait, father—," Luca admits sheepishly, bringing any chatter we were pretending to have to a halt. "Information is key, boy. Needn't you think we should protect the pair of them tomorrow when my house is full of biggest enemies?" Dimitri uses a gravelly tone. "I have it sorted," Luca spits back. "What Luca is saying is we've thought of every possibility, put contingencies in place, and know each exit route like the back of our hand. We're prepared to protect our future," Emma adds as Dimitri's face changes into pure rage; he's disappointed in Luca; it's evident to see. "Excellent, Emma. But what about your food and drinks? Toilet breaks? The drive home?" he counters her, his tone calmer than I expected. "I won't be alone. Mass will stay with me all night whether I'm with Luca or not—toilet or not. I'll bring a bottle of water from our home and nurse that all evening; I will not place it down. I also have Ange
Niko Despite knowing Dimitri has cameras following my every move, I still decide to fuck Bianca on the kitchen counter for breakfast. Call it a sign of 'fuck you' to his need to control my every fucking move, or call it stupidity because I've quickly become a lovesick man. Either way, I did it, and I didn't fucking warn Bianca, which goes directly against my new need to keep her firmly my equal, even in the stupidity that is my side job with Dimitri. We need to talk; I need to explain my role in all of this. But right now, it is not the right time or place in his earshot. Of course, after I had her for breakfast, I took her upstairs to clean up because, despite the evidence to the contrary, I wanted to be the perfect gentleman for her. I want to be the husband my father never was, that any man around me never is. I want to break that curse, to give her comfort in me, and to find comfort in her. Could I see us having a perfect family, a little slice of heaven outside of the tr
Continued: "I usually work alone; working with you might be less lonely." "I'd love to work with you, Niko..." "Oh, I'd like to—," whatever he was going to say is cut short by the loud ping of a phone. It makes me jump, and for a moment, I'm totally upset. I had revelled in Niko's sole attention, but now, he has access to the outside world once again. Does that mean I'll lose him to the outside world so soon after connecting with him so deeply? "Ignore that," he whispers against my ear. His hands roam my sides, dipping below his shirt that I had chosen to steal once again. I giggle, and he smirks. His fingertips rub circles against my hip as he presses his groin forward in an expression of what he wants. "Lascia che ti ami." Let me love you, he requests eagerly. I lay back on my arms, widening my legs enough to show him my acceptance as he strokes his cock through his swim shorts. I watch mesmerised; wanton need rushing through me in waves of ecstasy. The tip of his
Bianca I knew the moment I woke, I'd be walking into something I didn't care to be part of, but equally, I knew that I had no choice in the matter if Dimitri deemed it so. His voice floated upstairs, not loud enough to decipher everything that was said between him and Niko but audibly sufficient to know his tone was condescending and simultaneously authoritative. So I dithered, sitting on the top step close enough to hear them talk yet hidden enough that neither heard nor saw me. Niko was essentially being summoned, and I could tell he wasn't happy about it. Even so, I sat there for a long while as they spoke about this job to remain hidden and out of the limelight until things slowly turned in my direction. It's as if I knew I would be the topic of conversation. I was nervous then; Dimitri knew skeletons I wanted to remain hidden, so I couldn't damn well stay hidden. I moved down the stairs as Niko opposed Dimitri's choice to keep Luca in this life with the one-track mind,
Continued: It's clear with the clearing of his throat that I'm asking too much; after all, the agreement is to go, get the girl, and sit tight with her until he or Lucia comes to take them to a marginally better life. Still, I need to know if there's a potential threat looming, especially if she was already intercepted. The risk the Ivarnis have enlightened the buyer about her possible saviour might have them wanting to complete the Passover sooner rather than later. "Niko," Dimitri warns. "I need to know who to look out for in case they are also there to pick the girl up. I doubt the Ivarnis are sitting tight about the fact you tried to take her. They'll be looking out for you and your men, Dimitri. I'm associated with you; they know that. Everyone does." Remaining silent, his shoulders stiffen. Did he not already think that over? "She's headed for the Densels," he admits with a snarl. It's my turn to stiffen; of course, she fucking is. They buy many girls off the back of
Niko We've spent the last two days exhausting ourselves whilst getting to know one another on this new, deeper level that I was second guessing if we would ever get to experience. Even so, I still have a few places I'd like to fuck her before we go home, whenever that may be. The very next morning, in the early hours of the morning, Sven turned up when I was taking a moment to stare out of the window Bianca seemingly loved to daydream in front of. The boat was a spec of darkness moving on the sea at first, but as he neared closer and the sun rose, I could figure out quite quickly that he indeed returned to help us explore the island as promised the night before. Leaving him waiting on the beach, I let Bianca sleep while I readied food for the pair of us. I prepared a platter of fruit for breakfast that I took back upstairs only after I filled a conveniently placed picnic basket in the kitchen cupboard with an array of antipasti we could enjoy. I planned to take her back to th
Continued: 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
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 revell
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
Niko My 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