Chapter 4

Nico

Why must she be so disobedient and why must she be so defiant? It is turning me on, and she is the last woman alive I want my dick to react to, yet it does and it’s aching inside my tuxedo pants. Surely, she can feel my arousal through my pants as I hold her close to me.

“You can threaten me all you like, Santangelo, your words do not scare me. I know you won’t kill my father just to have the entire city. That is a cowardly thing to do. Why can’t you just be happy with what you have like our father’s were and our grandparents?”

I watch as her full, red lips move. I want to crush her lips with mine, taste her and feel her tongue dancing and swirling around my mouth. Fuck it, I want to feel her sliding her tongue and mouth up and down my cock. I am raging for this challenging woman. They did warn me, my three brothers that Lucky Gianluca was not one to be messed with, that she has her own agenda when her father passes away and on top of that, they warned me that she wasn’t the silent dove type of woman who would yield to me and give me what I want without a fight.

Well, let it be said. I have never resisted nor walked away from a challenge in my life. This will be no different. I grasp her waist tighter. “You are hurting me.” She hisses at me.

“Just shut the fuck up and smile as if you are enjoying it. People are watching. We will give them something to admire, something to look up to not a hissy little brat who cannot get her own way.”

“Oh, fuck you, Santangelo. Everyone knows the only reason I am in this ridiculous situation is because you have threatened my father’s life. I am sure if you had asked him for his share, he would happily have given it to you.”

“You are wrong, I told him I wanted an alliance, but he said no. I told him our families would go to war and he told me so be it. I had no choice. It became a situation of his life or you to be marry me to form the alliance.”

“You are a liar. I hate you. I hate you.”

“Are you this fiery in the bedroom, Princess? Because if you are, I am sure we will make beautiful, passionate love.”

“Love, fuck off, I will never love someone like you. You are greedy and obnoxious you think because you have money and power you can buy everything. Well, for your information neither my heart, my pussy nor my mind will ever be owned by you. I’d rather die.”

I raise my eyebrows at her. She is a fiery little vixen, and I cannot wait until we are married then I will make her beg for my cock to fill her cunt. And trust me, Lucky Gianluca will beg me to fill her up and take her to orgasm like she never has before.

“We will see, Lucky. We will see. I will own you and command you; you will do exactly as I say when I say it.”

“This is 2024 in case you hadn’t noticed, Santangelo. You can’t get away with shit anymore. I can report you to the police, I will run away from you when my father dies of natural causes. I will still only be a young woman, perhaps forty-five maybe. Who knows. But young enough to start again. Once my father passes, I will no longer be under your power or your control.”

“Trust me, you will never want to leave me Princess. I don’t particularly like you either, you are now a thorn in my side, but it is in my side and therefore I will tolerate you. When I tell you to spread your fucking gorgeous legs, you will do so. When I tell you to open your fucking mouth and take my cock deep inside, you will do exactly what I say.”

She balks at me but doesn’t change the way her emerald eyes are narrow and glaring at me like she wants to kill me. I daresay she has brought many a man down to their knees with her feline eyes alone. Lucky Gianluca is one fiery woman I have to respect her for that. This will be an interesting match. Truth be known, I will not force myself on her, no way. Lucky is the type of woman who I want to have to beg me for my cock to be plunged inside her tight, wet pussy. Not thrown on the bed and be commanded to have sex with me.

I’ve never commanded any woman; they drop like flies at my feet. Women can’t get enough of me, not just because of who I am but my looks and the money. They all love the money, they all think they can be the one to be my wife, but they are just whores to me, a pussy for rent for a night. I don’t do relationships; I don’t give my heart away. Having lost my sister at a young age to leukaemia and my father not that long ago, love isn’t on my radar.

“It will never happen, Santangelo. Never. If you want my cunt and my mouth you are going to have to prize them open with a crowbar. You may be able to treat other women like whores but not me. I would rather sew my own slit up than allow you in there.” She spits out at me. The venom in her voice makes my dick twitch. I must remind myself that I have no tolerance for her other than being a pawn in my game, the larger picture of my life to own New York City on the Streets and have everyone eating out of my hand.

I throw my head back and laugh at her.

“Don’t forget who you are playing with Lucky Gianluca. There are always consequences, and I will not hesitate to deliver. Is that understood? Now fucking shut the fuck up and dance. I want you to give these people a show. Not misbehave like a five-year-old.”

“I hate you, Santangelo. I will hate you until the day I die.” I ignore her and chuckle, she has no fucking idea who she is dealing with. Instead, I pull her closer to me so she can feel the hardness between my legs, her eyes open wide, her lips part, she licks her bottom full lip. I want this woman even though I don’t want to. My heart races in my chest, I can smell the champagne on her breath, feel the warmth of her skin against me. She is slender and feels small in my arms despite her attractive height.

“This is what you will beg for, Princess.” Our eyes clash, the games are only just beginning and there can only be one winner one person who will come out on top.