"Fucking no to your tits," he growled against my nipple, mauling my breasts. "Did my fucking whore lie to me? That deserves punishment," he said, taking my nipple in between his teeth. "I didn't lie. I just didn't fucking know," I whimpered as his teeth slowly sunk into my nipple, a sharp pain shooting through it. I threw my head back and moaned openly, unable to hold back anymore. *** An enigmatic photographer who is desperate to connect may have met his match. She's a beautiful savant and his favorite person to be around. The problem? His one chance at true love just so happens to be a mafia princess. *** After seven years as Scott's best friend, Stacy drops the bombshell that she is returning to Chicago for an arranged marriage. Only then does Scott finally realize he is in love with her. He begs her to stay, not knowing her fiance is Luca Cattaneo, a future don. The situation gets out of control, ending in a passionate kiss captured on live TV. Fearing for Scott's safety after their kiss goes live, Stacy uses the dead man's switch she has spent seven years creating to stand up to her father, Don Angelo. He just so happens to be the most powerful don in America, but she refuses to marry Luca anyway. When it looks like Scott and Stacy are fighting a losing battle against two powerful dons, she begs him to let her go. Time and again, he keeps chasing her anyway. As love blooms between these best friends, can Stacy outrun her past for a chance at a future with Scott? Or will her criminal past ruin them? Sometimes love comes softly… sometimes it means being willing to risk life and limb just to stay together.
Lihat lebih banyakIt was past time. I had to tell him who I was. About Luca. Don Angelo. Everything. Courage kept failing me even though I got my orders days ago.
Sorry, Scottie. Don't be too disappointed in me.
To Scott, this was just another Tuesday. He was driving me to campus after I spent the night at his and Kenny's place. We took a detour on the way to bring his reporter best friend Kenny a pick me up coffee.
Who does that? Scott Brady, that was who.
All I wanted to do was live in this moment forever as our eyes met across the room. My heart skipped a beat as he flashed me his sexy smile, accompanied by his cute dimples, while trading banter with Kenny.
But that wasn't in the cards for me. Stacy Luciano would follow orders. I didn't get a say in what happened next.
My heart constricted painfully at the thought of this being our final moments together as he left Kenny behind to get set up with the cameraman. Scott crossed the room to come and stand next to me.
"Anything look good?" he asked as we stood in front of a display case in a little bakery.
"I'm going back to Chicago," I blurted out in response to his innocent question.
Saying it out loud was like taking a thousand daggers to my heart. It wasn't coming out right, but at least the words were out there now.
"Again? You just got back a few weeks ago. Just last night you were saying you wanted to finally declare a major. How is that ever going to happen—"
His frustration was clear but I had to get this out now or I never would.
"It's not. I'm going back home to get married," I said meekly.
"What are you talking about?" Scott asked, his voice rising in pitch. Realizing he was being loud, he lowered his voice and tried again. "You're not getting married."
He said it like it was fact, with such confidence that even I believed him for a second. Stuck in the moment with him, like we were frozen in time, my senses overwhelmed me.
The near dead silence in preparation for going live, the smell of freshly baked bread and sugary frosting, the slight coolness coming from the display case, the taste of bile rising up in my throat. The feeling of his warm hand cupped around the side of my neck.
"Stacy?" he implored, peering into my face, sounding less certain than a moment ago.
I could hear my pulse pounding noisily in my ears as I looked for the right words. They never came.
"What, because no one would want to marry me? I'm hot, Scott. I have people looking at me wherever I go. Both sexes, not just men," I said, a rush of emotion washing over me.
"I never said no one…" Scott stepped away and turned his back on me.
I missed him. His eyes on me. The way he smiled at me. The warmth of his hand on my neck from just a moment ago. Here I was, on the verge of putting hundreds of miles between us and I couldn't even handle two feet.
Scott turned back around and walked up to me.
"I know that. Why do you think I'm always looking at you? From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I've been committing you to memory. I have never once forgotten how beautiful you are. Inside and out. You're the most inspiring photograph I've ever taken. Can he say that?"
"You can't say shit like that," I snapped. "I'm your friend, Scott. Friends move away. Friends get married to other people," I said with a shrug.
Daughters of powerful men don't get a choice. I wanted so badly to tell him, but at this point I felt like it would only make things worse.
Scott nodded his head, looking like I'd just punched him in the gut.
"You sleep on your tummy, never any other way, unless I'm holding you. Does he know that? Parties make you uncomfortable, but you'd never know it because people love you. Does he know that? You have a photographic memory and consume textbooks at an alarming rate, hence the near perfect GPA. Does he know that? You suck at being a barista, but you keep getting jobs at coffee shops. Does he know that? The closest thing you've ever come to seeing a rom com is literally The Dark Knight Trilogy. Does he know that? You think ice cream cakes are stupid and refuse to have them on principle even though that's just ice cream, you freak. Watching movies with you is a nightmare, because you know the ending within minutes of it starting. Does he know that? You are the smartest, most fun, most beautiful girl in any room."
I was absolutely floored. As he took a deep breath, I risked a look at him, trying to get myself to be rational. He was my best friend. Knowing all of these things about me was nothing to write home about. In all the time I had known him though, he had never looked at me like he was now.
"Does he know that?" he asked softly, his voice almost a plea. "If he doesn't know all those things, he's not the guy, Stace."
Leaving was always going to be hard, but what I did next would make it impossible.
"No," I whispered, taking his hands into mine. "He doesn't know any of it."
Some things in life you decide to do. Others are simply unavoidable. We were drawing closer to each other like magnets.
The last thing he said to me before my eyes closed and our lips met was, "Then don't go."
For the next ten seconds, everything and everyone but Scott didn't exist to me. Hesitance and featherlight pecks on the lips soon turned into something deeper. Then he was stealing my breath, sealing my mouth with his again and again.
In the back of my mind, I could hear applause. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I actively resisted the thoughts gradually trickling back into my mind. He pulled me close, my body heating up as his form molded to mine. I grabbed onto his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he cupped my cheeks, drawing me in even closer.
It was only when I heard Kenny's voice that my eyes flew open.
"That's Metro Two News, making love connections baby. Back to you, Sandy," he said and I immediately pushed Scott away.
Everyone in the bakery was still applauding as I got my bearings, air slowly filling my lungs. The first thing I saw, post kiss, was Scott touching his lips with his fingers, followed by the camera aimed at us.
My brain completely malfunctioned, this time in a different way. I walked over to Kenny and grabbed him by the collar.
"Did that just go live? Are you out of your fucking mind? Do you have any idea what you just did?" I yelled at him, the ramifications of what had just happened sinking in slowly.
"I boosted our ratings?" Kenny said sheepishly.
"Stace, it's okay," said Scott, joining us and taking me aside. "Look, it's not a big deal. No one even watches the news."
"Not a big deal?" I hissed, trying to ignore the anger that was bubbling up inside me.
That kiss was seven years in the making and he thought it was no big deal?
"I am the engaged daughter of a mafia king, Scott." I huffed, no longer caring what he did or didn't know. "My fiancé is the son of the second most powerful don in America and I was just seen swapping spit with someone else. This is absolutely the furthest thing from being okay."
Scott looked at me like I was an alien actively growing additional heads.
"I'm sorry, what? You're who now?"
"Suck it," Scott hissed at me through gritted teeth, the desperation to come audible in his voice as I tossed the phone aside."You know what really gets to me? I'm not a jealous bitch like you. I share my toy with you. The least you could have done was let me watch," I said nonchalantly, speeding up again, pumping my fist furiously now. "Fucking hell. You said you were going to do what I wanted," he screamed, pinning me in place with a desperate glare, yanking at the cuffs in vain once more. "Now fucking suck my dick, whore." It took everything in me to stop stroking him and let go of his dick. I knew he would come if I didn't though. Lowering my head down to his dick, I let my lips kiss the tip. "Beg me to," I said, looking up at him with unabashed sadism. "Please baby," he said desperately. "Suck my dick." I took him into my mouth all at once, sucking hungrily, drooling as I worked to get as much dick into my mouth as I c
"Stacy, that's so good baby," he said with a moan, his hand traveling down to his dick. I felt so naughty watching him as he started jacking himself off. It just wasn't within my power to stop looking once he started though. Watching his dick be stroked was a major turn on for me. "Still asleep baby?" I whispered, spotting a second envelope on the bed. I picked it up quietly, along with the few photos scattered about the bed. "I'm such a slut," I said with a gasp, blushing deeper with every photo I picked up. The images got progressively dirtier. I was buck naked in them all. In one, I was on my knees with my mouth wide open, filled with come. In another, I was on my back and had his come sprayed all over my breasts and belly. In the third one I picked up, I was on all fours and I had come dripping down my asscheeks and lower back. Finally there were the last two. These were close up images of my pussy and ass. In the first, come was
Being a savant tortured me in therapy. The memories were so vivid, it was like it happened yesterday when I recanted it. Only it was worse for me than ordinary people. Most people's brains blocked traumatic shit out the moment it happened. Not mine though. I remembered fucking everything. The smell of gun powder and blood in the air. The sight of grown men drowning before my eyes. The unmistakable sound of death when a bullet left the chamber. The bloodlust I developed as a child despite my resistance. I didn't want to go around killing people, but I wouldn't hesitate if I needed to. Another constant reminder of Don Angelo. Then there was the power I felt as Don Angelo's daughter and heir. After therapy came the sickening feeling that that was ever me. The remorse and guilt. The shame, the anger at being forced and manipulated into that life. It was a small mercy that I didn't have to dance around anything, as the therapist was recommended by Luca. Who knew he wa
None of that doubt and insecurity that I saw in Prague lingered in her eyes. There was just love and trust, a willingness to accept everything I said to her. I was so unworthy of her, but she chose me anyway. Deciding that that was enough for me, I let it go and finally picked up my cutlery again to eat. Despite her claims of wanting to get me into the sack after dinner, she took my hand and sat me down to a movie on the couch instead. "Are you going to spoil another movie for me?" I asked her as she laid her head down in my lap. "You know this one already. No danger of that," she said, pressing play to The Dark Knight, one of our comfort movies. She found a way to piss me off anyway, talking throughout the movie, reciting every line verbatim. "You're so fucking annoying," I said, tickling her sides halfway through so she would shut up. "Stop, please stop," she said, her laughter filling every corner of the room."
"Still not a denial," I said with a grin, watching her ass as she walked away. "Maybe you should get the door," I called after her, staring down at my still hard dick. "Shit," I said, bending down to pick up my pants and carefully tuck my dick back into my boxers. I willed my boner to go down as I walked to the door, trying not to think of her pussy. Her ass. Her everything. Only when I opened the front door and saw who was at our doorstep did my dick start to soften. "What the fuck are you doing here? Did you follow me here? Doesn't matter. Go away," I said grumpily, because this shit wasn't happening, not tonight. "Where is she?" Kenny asked, forcing his way past me. "Where's your mistress, Scott?" he asked accusingly. Once he was in the door, the rest followed automatically, like they owned the place. "Are you fucking insane? We talked about this. There is no mistress. Go home and leave us the fuck alone," I yelled, unable to cont
"Fuck it, I'm getting my dick wet in her pussy tonight," I said, standing in front of the cottage she had chosen for tonight. I checked the text again. There was no time allotment. She must have forgotten. It didn't matter though. I was already hard at the idea of spending every second she could give me balls deep in her pussy. Wanting her to come to me despite the key she gave me, I rang the doorbell, waiting impatiently for her to answer. The moment she opened the door, I cupped her neck and backed her into the house, seizing control of her mouth with mine. "It's my turn to want something. Give me pussy, baby," I said, backing her up against the wall, sloppy urgent kisses going down her neck and collarbone. I had been fucking her in a bed for weeks, despite time constraints. Tonight, I didn't have the patience to make it there. "Is everything okay?" she asked me, already breathless as she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants.
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