Luca acts nonchalantly, casually lights up his cigarette, blowing smoke that travels up to the ceiling. As I stare at him in outrage, he asks me mockingly, "Be precise, pretty little plaything. What is it that's riling you up now?"I couldn't believe that he would choose to smoke in my presence. I was not too fond of the smell of cigarette smoke as it made me feel sick to my stomach. I couldn't help but express my displeasure at his behaviour."Was it not bad enough that you joked about me getting sex after one of your own tried to steal that very thing? But now I find out you're making them call me Miss Rossi. How dare you!" I exclaim, feeling insulted and disrespected by his actions.Luca, however, seemed unfazed by my reaction and replied shortly, "They need to treat you as their future queen. Isn't it obvious they were too friendly with you?"I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Luca tried to justify his actions by suggesting that the men were too friendly with me. If I wasn't s
LucaAs I think about Emma, I can't help but feel a sense of vulnerability around her. It's like she has this supernatural ability to disarm me, and I don't think she even realizes it. She's always had a way of getting under my skin in the most simplistic of ways, igniting a burning sensation from within that I find hard to resist. Despite promising myself to keep her at arm's length, I found myself unable to resist her natural charm. One moment of snarled disappointment from her was all it took for me to cave into the desires I had run from, and the next thing I knew, I was kissing her passionately against the wall of my office. It was as if I was grappling with reeling in any control I could, trying my damnest to disarm her with my own game of control, but in reality, she had me right where she wanted me all along, and rightly so, after all, I did make a joke at her expense after one of my own tried to rape her.Anyway, call my behaviour tit for tat or counterattack; it's one and t
I am greeted with a cold, distant look from Mario, who seems to be sizing me up as usual. However, his attention quickly shifts to Emma, who he greets with a broad, genuine grin."If it isn't the bird that flew free," he says to her, addressing her as "little blondie." Despite his initial coldness towards me, he seemed to have much warmer energy for Emma, which made my mood take an even further nosedive."Mario!" Emma exclaims in surprise, and I couldn't help but groan inwardly. She hugs him tightly, and he willingly accepts the embrace with a look of triumph on his face. "How are you?" she asks, beaming up at him."I'm doing very well, thank you," he replies, avidly watching me. "I'd love to introduce you to someone special. This is Elera, my wife."Emma turns to face the woman he is gesturing towards, and her smile widens even further. It is a beautiful tilt of her lips that lights up her entire face, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy that my cousin and his wife were t
EmmaAs we make our way to the wedding, I can't help but feel a little nervous about the whole affair. After all, it's not every day that you get to attend the wedding of a distant cousin of Don Moretta. I've put a lot of effort into my appearance today and feel nervous about it.I'm wearing a beautiful silky silver sequin dress that splits up my right thigh, giving me a touch of glamour and sexiness. On my feet, I have chosen to wear the same colour Louis Vuittons, completing my look perfectly.I've gone a little heavier with my makeup today, using winged liner and contouring to enhance my features and look the part. I tend to struggle with events like these, especially regarding large gatherings. But today, I'm determined to make an impression as the one standing beside Luca. Who is dressed in an impeccable grey tux with that white dress shirt I stole it sleep in.As I look around, I can see that most of the guests have the typical bronze tan and brown hair that I've been surrounded
"And what a prize that good thing is, Emma is an extraordinary young lady. A true testament to the pair of you," Luca's father added with a slight nod, trying to lighten the mood with a sly smile as Lucia patted his arm encouragingly."She's amazing, the best sister I could have ever wished for," Bianca grins with childish innocence, guiding me away from our parents and towards the church as she giggles giddily. I follow her gaze and see a man standing alone, adorned in all black, tattoos peaking above his shirt collar. He has eyes for only my sister, and surprisingly she also has eyes for him."Pissing contest?" She questions as my mouth hangs open whilst we walk past the man in question. My sister's breath catches as he blows her a kiss, and intent on finding out who he is and why he's blowing her kisses in the open, I ready myself for attack."Pretty much? How have you been? What have you been doing?" I ask her. "Who is he?" I add.I hate not being home to protect her, and I hate t
LucaWe've been so busy with attending these good damn events that we've seemingly ceased fire on hating one another and have been getting along rather well—too well, so much so it's unsettling.We're at a dinner with three other Mafia families, each of us heirs, the future dons of our organisations. This is the last event my father threw our way, and it's the most relaxed, bordering on enjoyable.These are the men I'll be handling business within the coming years, and as I sit here watching Emma do her thing, I find myself swooning at her as if we were those loved-up teenagers and not bitter adults.How did she get so good at handling herself around people? And why does the ability to lead the whole room have my balls aching and my cock extremely hard and sensitive to her every move?I must admit, the last week has passed with surprising ease, and now, with our wedding less than forty-eight hours away, I find I'm not unhappy about it.Tonight, when we arrive home, Emma will have the
Emma obviously tires early into the evening, her animated talking turning from fully owning the room to being background murmurs as I watch the three women drink in the club owned by Mitchel.He stands beside me, watching as sharply as I do, but unlike our other friend, he doesn't make to talk about having Emma.I must stand there observing Emma sit at the private table for a long time. There's something about watching her be and the confidence she seems to own now.It's obvious she's all woman, and it might just be the alcohol I've drunk tonight, but she seems to be positively glowing."Whatcha staring at?" Niko's voice takes me off guard as I watch a waiter walk towards the girl's table. I frown whilst glowering as he swaps out the empty cocktails for new ones, and just as I'm about to turn to Niko and answer him, I notice the waiter's shady behaviour as he hunches over one of the glasses.I'm moving before I think about it, striding so quickly and quietly across the room that the w
EmmaI step into the house and immediately feel my face flush with embarrassment as I see my mother and sister deep in conversation with Anna. She is giving them a tour of the compound, pointing out various features and landmarks. I can't help but feel self-conscious as I approach them, my unkempt hair and dishevelled appearance making me feel out of place.Bianca's eyes flicker over to me, taking in my appearance with a glance before turning to Luca with a knowing smirk. I can feel his hand on my waist, a gentle touch contrasting with the forcefulness I've experienced from him in the past few weeks. Surprised to see my sister a day early, I asked her what brought her here today. After all, I had only invited my family over for dinner tomorrow so we could watch movies together as a kind of bridal party. I'm curious to know what has brought her here ahead of schedule. "What are you doing here today?" I ask."That would be my doing. I thought you might like to spend time with your sist
Continued:Sven turns back to rejoin Bianca and me by the bed, and as I stand, I peep out the small window to my right. My heart races as my eyes dart across the street below, searching frantically for a way to get Bianca down and into another building safely, away from the danger lurking just beyond that door. Each hotel looks inviting, but just as with this one, its buildings are tall and overtly open."Not going to answer the door, Niko?" Densel's voice booms, dripping with mockery. I can almost envision the twisted grin on his face as he twirls his gun, the metallic glint reflecting the darkness of his intentions. The threat is unmistakable, hanging in the air like a storm cloud, and I brace myself for what comes next.Laying on the floor, hoping to crawl out of sight to the balcony door, I move precariously. Climbing the wall, with my back flat against it, I extend my hand toward the door, carefully unlatching it to avoid making a sound that might alert anyone nearby. As the door
Niko A profound sense of connection envelops us, and a look of mutual respect passes between our eyes. We've worked together long enough to know how each other thinks, which can only be helpful for the pair of us.In the background, I hear Bianca let out a soft sigh, drawing my attention back to her. She remains frozen in place, her expression a mix of tension and confusion. What is troubling her so profoundly that she feels compelled to stay anchored there, motionless?"I need a favour," I whisper."What is it?""I need you to go down to the Western to collect whatever Luca has just sent over." I showed him the phone, and a one-word message from Luca remarked, 'Done.'"You owe me," Sven chuckles dryly before picking his weapons out of the bag, ensuring they are full before he turns to the door, his hands on the chain, it hanging open between him and the door when suddenly, a sharp knock echoes through the room, jolting Bianca out of her reverie. She springs up, darting to my s
Continued: "Do you have money?" Sven barrages me with questions. "Yes," I nod, but in the same instance, I frown. It's all fucking digital, every last penny. "What?" they both mirror my horror. "Applepay, it's traceable," I mumble. "May I?" Bianca asks for my main phone, and I pass it to her without question. Only a second later, she turns it back to my face. She's downloading a banking app, and I'm not sure where she's going with this. "Use that," she stipulates with indifference as I glance down at the phone, reading her father's name on the card now residing in my wallet. I nod, but I'm not sure I will use it. There has to be another way; I think to myself as we walk in unison to the counter, Sven standing on our six until I ask him to step closer. "Do you have any cash at all?" I request eagerly. "No," he shakes his head. Swearing softly to myself, a profound sense of unease settles in as I contemplate the idea of using Bianca's father's money. The truth is, it feels li
NikoThis morning, an unsettling instinct crept into my mind—a gut feeling or perhaps a sixth sense—that today was poised to take a dark turn. With this foreboding hovering over me, I pulled Sven aside before Bianca even woke up. The weight of unpreparedness settled heavily on my shoulders. I had nothing that I usually had at my fingertips, and I couldn't shake the echo of Alexandra's words: living without permission but forever at the forefront of my thoughts.When I arrived on this isolated island, I came armed with the weapons that had adorned me on my wedding day—two knives and two guns with only one round in each, reminders of a day when I was meant to be the groom, not the protector. It wasn't until just a few days ago that I finally reclaimed my phone, another lifeline to reality.A wave of unease washed over me as I stepped off the boat. It felt as if I was walking into my impending fate. I turned to Sven, my voice low and steady, asking him to gather everything we needed to e
Continued: As I sat there, my mind wandered to Alexandra. Would she be joining us on the flight home? The mere idea of enduring her incessant chatter for an entire journey left me feeling uneasy. I could already imagine her animated and unrelenting voice filling the cabin as we soared through the clouds, unable to escape one another.My thoughts then drifted to Niko and how the familiarity of home might alter our dynamic. Would the ease we shared during this honeymoon transform back into the more complex opposition we had previously experienced? It would be disingenuous to say these questions didn't preoccupy me. However, Niko kept his silence, and I found myself caught in the web of my own musings, choosing not to voice my uncertainties. The air around us was thick with unspoken words, and I remained wrapped in quiet contemplation as we readied ourselves with Sven on his boat.The journey to the mainland was tumultuous, with the ocean raging against the boat's sides as we travelled
BiancaI hate to admit the days pass with blinding speed, but we fit as much sex and physical touch into them as we possibly can, and in the times between, we do a lot of talking, exploring one another and our future and how that might look upon leaving this island. We fuck in the hot tub, on the kitchen counter, with hushed giggles at the thrill of potentially being caught, fucking against the window I can't help but stare out of when I'm standing in the bedroom. Soft sensual sex in bed, hard fucking from behind when I tease him about something, and he just can't keep his hands off of me. That has got to be my favourite, but I've not voiced that to him.My sexual appetite has doubled, if not tripled, in such little time that I wonder where my need has arisen from. But similarly, our need to explore what one another wants to uncover itself.As our conversations flowed seamlessly from one topic to the next, we found ourselves wrapped in a captivating exchange that lasted two days. It
Continued:My previous thoughts of not forcing this on her and making her happy in our forced marriage chose this exact time to crop up, my teeth grinding in annoyance as I looked at her thoughtfully."Niko," she breathes my name, making me move to sit up further. Our chests come together as I reach to kiss her neck.I reach around her waist and pluck the bottoms bows just as she had the tops so they float off in the water as the bubbling swirl that's them under their wings."You're beautiful," I murmur against the skin of her neck."Please," she begs. Fuck the beg is almost my undoing; in fact, my cock pulsates at that one word, and yet I find myself exercising complete control to elongate this as far as I can.Instead, I kiss along her collarbone before moving down her breast, sucking her nipple into my mouth to pebble it. I rhythmically lavish it with attention before I release it with a pop so I can move on to its twin."Bianca." I grin when I pop the second one from my mouth. Her
NikoThe morning unfolds with unexpected tranquillity, the sun streaming through the windows and casting warm golden rays across the room that was yesterday shrouded in intense darkness. This ease, however, only amplifies my thoughts, drawing me into a spiral of self-doubt and guilt, haunted by the reality that Bianca faced danger because of my actions.As evening descends, the sky blushes with hues of pink and orange, and we find ourselves ensconced in the soothing embrace of the hot tub. The gentle warmth of the water contrasts with the cool air, wrapping us in a cocoon of serenity while Sven eagerly busies himself, constructing a makeshift bedroom for his stay. The humid air carries the faint scent of cedar and the distant sounds of nature, creating a false sense of security.Our trio had engaged in deep discussions about Sven's plans as we ate breakfast, each idea shared like a lifeline, reinforcing the belief that having another person around would heighten our chances of safety.
Contained: "Sure," Niko nods, touching his mug on the counter with a soft clink. "We'll try," I agree, though the truth looms heavily in my mind: a bond can only deepen with time, and it feels like we've had too little of it. I keep this to myself, reluctant to acknowledge that a part of me senses a wedge still exists between us. However, once we're back home with Luca and Emma, I'm confident we won't get close enough to others for them to attempt to pull us apart anytime soon. "I'll walk you out," Niko offers, trailing after Lucia as she strides towards the front door. The moment she reaches it, her men snap to attention, bowing their heads in unison—an unspoken testament to the respect she commands. Stepping outside onto the already warm, sun-kissed sand, I cast my gaze toward the water and see her boats bobbing gently in the surf. A few small vessels equipped with retractable engines lurk close to shore, while a larger yacht lies further out, seemingly calling for Lucia to ret