Mafia's Arranged Princess Bride - Chapter 8: Chapter 8

Nico
I 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 about her as I pumped my own cock with my hand in the shower, on the sofa in my bed. Thinking of my hot cum spreading all over her stomach and her tits, even shooting it on her pretty damn face. “Get your hands off me.” She hisses at one of my bodyguards.
“Let me go, I want to go home and what about Mia?” Her tone is laced with anger. I ignore her. Mia is a big girl, she can look after herself, in my opinion she is as equally a canon as Lucky is. The two of them together and then you have a fire that can take weeks to put out.
“You will not be going home tonight, you will be at my house, at your new house.”
“Over my dead body.” She huffs with indignation, if I weren’t so mad at her, I’d go as far as saying it’s cute. But, I am mad at her, angrier than I have been in a long time even angrier than finding out some asshole has stolen three million dollars of mine. Still under investigation, we are looking at all the security footage, my guys are working on it. The guest list is being scanned and everyone will be receiving a visit from my heaviest, darkest guys. I will find the bastard that stole from me and then he will be brought to his knees. Nobody steals from Nico Santangelo, not from me and not from my family. I have left them and my brother to look for the bastard who did this to me, they are in for a long night. I want answers and I want results. It concerns me that we still haven’t heard from my younger brother, he’s probably in some heroine den spanked out of his goddamn mind. I’ve got my best man, Chekov on it. He is like a bloodhound, if anyone can find Dario, it will be him.
“Stop creating a scene, Lucky. You are making it worse.”
“I hate you Nico.” She spits out at me. I raise my eyebrows at her, she glares at me.
“That makes both of us then, Princess but as my fiancée you do not get to come out and behave like a common slut. That pussy is not for everyman in town, you will behave yourself and act like my Princess. When we are married you will be my Queen and I do not take kindly to disrespect.”
“Your Princess, oh fuck off, Nico you can’t even treat me like a Princess. You know I’m only agreeing to this absurdity to save my father. You are nothing but a rabid dog, hungry for power to be The King of New York, why do you need more? You have enough money and wealth. You are nothing more than a hungry, greed dick.”
“Are you finished?”
“No, I’ve only just started.” We reach outside where my driver has the limo door open. He nods at me, I nod back.
My security shove her inside. “Not so rough, guys.” I tell them.
“Sorry, Boss.”
“You are not required from here, take the night off, I have the other crew at home.” I get into the vehicle not waiting for them to respond. Lucky moves to the furthest point from me.
“Are you worried I might bite you, Princess.”
“No, that I might catch some nasty disease from you.” She crosses her arms in front of her chest in anger, all it does is push up those magnificent breasts of hers, I can see the soft, flesh blossoming above the top of her red, velvet dress. My cock twitches, it frustrates me that this woman, a Gianluca nonetheless, is making my cock want to spring into action. They say no man has full control of his dick, it has a mind of its own and right now mine is on a whole different agenda. I imagine running my large hand up the slit in her dress, feeling her warm, soft skin against my hands, trailing up her thigh until I reach the core of her, wet and slick, ready for me to bury my head between her legs and give her an orgasm with my tongue like she has never had before. I can only imagine that no man has made Lucky Gianluca orgasm like she needs to.
“If you do not act respectfully, I will put you over my knee and spank your ass until it hurts, Princess.”
“Violence, that is what it always is with you.”
Actually, as I said the words, I wasn’t thinking anything violent my mind only saw her ripe, peachy ass over my knee with my hand spanking her. Somehow, Lucky Gianluca strikes me as the kind of woman who’d love having her ass slap. My hard-on begins to ache in my tuxedo pants, all I want to do is shove it in her wise-ass mouth and make her choke on it. I bet she’d like that too, the wild card that she is.
“One day, Princess, you will beg me for my cock in your mouth and my hand to leave an imprint on your ass.”
“I doubt it, Santangelo.”
“Can’t you call me by my real name? It is Nico.” My voice is gruff because her defiance is turning me on, what the hell is happening to me? I have no control, my heart races, the blood is pulsing in my ears. If I wasn’t such a controlled man, my dick would be out of its pants and shoved between her legs, or maybe those ripe tits of hers and I’d give her a pearl necklace to be fucking proud of. I don’t just spill for any damn woman.
“I will never call you by your name, Santangelo. That would be admitting to myself that I can speak it and I cannot. I hate you with a passion, you are eating my life, you have put me in this position to form alliance with the Gianluca family for greed and power. Something you already have, why you need to be The King of the streets is beyond me. You run around like you are some hot shot, billionaire on the right side of the law but you aren’t.”
“And your family is any better, Princess?”
“I can’t help the pussy I came out of; I can’t help my mother who I love and adore is married to my father, and what he became. He is my father and I love him, it’s plain and simple.”
“Then you will come to love me, one day. Maybe we will find that in each other.”
“Grow up, Santangelo. This is an arranged marriage we enter into soon, we have no love, no respect for one another. You despise me as much as I despise you, it is for power to be The King. Nothing more nothing less. Do not try to make out it could be anything different. I will not be with you forever, one day it will be over.”
“You will always be mine, Lucky Gianluca.” I roar at her, she doesn’t flinch or cast her eyes down like I am used to when I raise my voice. Which I hate doing, I hate to lose control but this woman, this woman is pushing me over the edge. She will be the death of me yet.