All Chapters of Mafia's Arranged Princess Bride : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

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

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

LuckyI am still dressed in my evening attire, what a night it’s been. My driver remains quiet as he drives me, I am heading for my parent’s home The White House on Staten Island then Mia and I will meet up for our breakfast coffee, I am sure she will want to know everything. My eyes are tired from lack of sleep and dare I say it, my body feels the emptiness of not having Nico towering over me.The way his hands touched my body was enough to make me melt, my mind was not in full control. I need to watch that next time, for it won’t be long until I will be a caged bird in his mansion. It fills me with dread, knowing that I will no longer have my freedom and be his so-called Queen. Ha, it’s almost laughable, he does not respect me as his proper Queen I am just his pawn in his ridiculous quest to be the King.I sigh, my driver glances at me in the rearview mirror. “Are you okay, Lucky?” He asks me with concern. Andre has been my driver for the last four or five years now, he was appointe

LuckyI sense that Nico isn’t used to being slapped across the face, I can tell by the look of shock, however, he composes himself quickly. Neither his detail nor his driver say or do anything. Nico presses the button for the privacy screen to go up.“That Princess will be the first, last and only time you slap me. Do you understand? You will do as I say or I will see to it that you lose all your rights and freedom.”“Fuck. You,” I hurl at him my lips missing his on mine. Shit, I hate that I feel this way and more to the point that I enjoyed the warmth of his mouth covering mine, the way his tongue forced itself into mine, not waiting for permission to enter, no just probing in and then biting my lower lip until I am sure he almost drew blood. My heart is racing, and my breathing is erratic.“Get down on your knees in front of me,” he commands me his voice like ice, sending shivers down my spine.“Are you fucking insane? No way. Get some other whore to get on her knees.” I don’t have