20

Ziyana 

I blew my hair with that hair dryer, staring at my reflection in the mirror before me. The dryer did its job for a while and I placed it on the table before me. It might seem untrue but the men had allowed me the decency of owning a room to myself. In their words, I needed my privacy too , especially since I'd be starting school soon. The thought of having a private sanctuary of my own was indeed peaceful and I welcomed the idea thanking them profusely that night, but it all tastes like scam now with the stunt pulled by Vittorio at school today.

“School,” I thought before I remembered that I had an essay that had to be submitted before midnight. I sighed and swerved my chair towards the laptop on the table. I switched it on and quickly went to G****e.

Vittorio Niccolo, I typed.

I held my breath for what seemed like eternity as the search engine brought his face. He looked too young and innocent compared to how he is in reality. Among the three brothers, he's the most reserved and the jovial one. He's the one who'd point out to the most meaningless thing and joke about it during conversation but still find a way to make it look important at the end.

I scrolled through the screen as I saw numerous articles and publications that he had written. I should have known that the men were much more than they show themselves to be. Only God knows the hidden talents that the others would have too. I chose one of the publications and got right to it. 

It was safe to say that I'm diligent when it came to studying. In my father's lifetime, my room was full of books of different subjects, I took pride in reading them because it gave me insights to a lot of topics and I loved it. Therefore tackling his article was easier than I thought.

I took one last look at my write up after going through it a couple of times and then sent it to his mail. 

Tonight, the house was cooler than usual, the men were outside but I sincerely wished one of them would at least get home, particularly Vittorio. Even though he's a brilliant kid, I'd want to ask him why he had me enrolled in the same school he taught.

My prayers got answered about half an hour later when I heard a car drove in. I ran to the window and saw someone get down. 

“Right on point, professor,” I thought.

After about ten minutes,I opened the door to my room,ready to ask him some questions. He was still seated in the kitchen with a glass of juice on the table in front of him and I honestly didn't see him as the juice kind of person. I watched him secretly, wondering what way would be best to strike up conversation.

“So, a professor right?” I asked, standing by the door with my hands akimbo. He seemed startled a bit but sat up straight up on seeing me.

“You are still up” he said rather than ask.

“Well,a certain someone gave us an assignment on the first day at school.” I retorted.

“And you don't like that” he teased 

“Not if it's from a ruthless Mafia posing as a learned professor”

“Only I wasn't lying. I'm indeed a professor”

“Did you all plan all this? You agreed to allow me to return to school but you figured a better way to keep an eye on me”

“Does it matter? You got what you wanted. School, so what's the problem? Why are you being grumpy, it's what you wanted isn't it?”

“Well, not like this? You are my fucking…how do I concentrate at school knowing what you are” I asked rubbing my temples gently.

“That's where you are wrong, don't miss things up. You wanted to learn,then do so. In fact, I'd be happy if I were you,” he smiling darkly at me

“How so? How am I so sure that this isn't one of your little tricks to control me all because you and your brothers paid off my father's debt,”

“Call it whatever you like but you'd be more than welcome to walk out of my class” 

“Like I hell I could. You knew what you were doing, no wonder you knew everything about school, I never thought of it,” as I said this, he stood up and walked slowly to me.

“I don't know what you mean by that but I know that right now, I'm turned on by the smell of your damp hair, by the fact that you are in my shirt”

“That's because I have nothing to wear, I'm out of clothes. Sal bought oversized clothes plus it's night, I have to put on something comfortable” I explained 

“Oh, is that so?”He asked as our nose became inches apart. His breath smelled of alcohol, cigarettes and a flavour I couldn't put my hand on. I don't know why but I couldn't stop staring at his pink lips and my fingers itched to touch it. 

‘Come on girl, he deceived you,why are you getting turned on?’

“Are you naked underneath?” he whispered in my ears softly. He trailed light, soft kisses along my neck. Willingly, I bent my neck to the side, allowing him to give me more attention there. I felt something hard rocking against my midpoint. I know I probably sound like a whore right now but there's only a little to what a girl can take

“I knew it,damp hair, soft , wet skin goes along with nudity especially in an oversized shirt”

“So,what will you do about it?” I teased further.

“I don't know, this?” He asked as he cupped my vagina, “or this?” He asked just as his fingers slid across my clit which was already sensitive. I purred like a cat as he did that, my knees suddenly unsteady. He grabbed me and placed me on a nearby table.

“You know, Princess, I've wanted to do this to you, alone since the first time I saw you in Salvatore's shirt.”

“So what's stopping you?” I asked with my eyes closed. He had laid me down with one of my legs being held up by his hands.

“My brothers, we share things but we've not decided how we'd share you, " he replied,his voice husky. His hot breath against my shin as he replied turned me on the more and I arched my back towards his mouth.

“But they aren't here now, it's just you and I?” I said to my surprise? What exactly made me say that, I didn't know nor do I know where I got the boldness from but I said it and he followed my instructions. He wet his tongue across my fold, tongue fucking me as well as using his fingers to support it.

If I wasn't exaggerating, I cum at least three times within five minutes, I was ready to have another when someone spoke.

Stefano 

“That was a good show,” He said, clapping. I became red with shame as I quickly stood up from the table and drew the shirt lazily below. Vittorio on the other side only smirked, licking his lips.

“I was just having dessert,” he replied to Stefano who wouldn't stop staring at me.

“Red, here has trouble with her assignment and wants me to put her through? Right Ziyana?” He asked but I was too rosy to talk, so I did the only thing I could.

I ran.