Chapter 7 Luciano
Luciano
Tossing her into the pool was meant to rile her up, but I hadn’t forecasted this level of fire. I knew she had a temper, but how far can she be pushed? To rule the Cosa Nostra, you need to be ruthless, you need to be able to channel your anger and know when the right time to use it is.
Grabbing her soaked clothes, my dick hardens with the image of her standing in my office dripping wet in only her underwear. I adjust myself and walk to the laundry to toss her clothes into the basket, along with my wet shirt. My thumb flicks over my phone, sending a quick message to Mattia.
I slip the phone back into my pocket and follow the trail of water droplets down the hallway we share. I was heading to my room to get a new shirt, but I find myself standing in front of Charlie’s door instead.
I knock but no answer, so I knock again.
Still nothing. Fuck it. I push the door open and step inside.
Just as I’m about to call her name, the sound of the shower running reaches my ears, along with a low moan.
I move toward her bathroom, leaning casually against the door frame.
The glass is foggy, but her silhouette is clear enough that I can see all her curves.
She’s lost in herself, her fingers sliding inside her.
Her soft moans echo in the room. “Luciano.”
My dick starts to harden again as I watch Charlie, my body betraying me.
Adjusting myself, I stay put, fascinated by the sight of her.
One hand teasing her nipple while the other explores herself.
She’s on the edge. “Luciano,” she pants, but I can’t resist the temptation, the demon in me wants to play.
My voice cuts through the steamy air. “Principessa.”
Charlie lets out a startled scream, her eyes wide as she tries scrambling to cover herself. She turns around and presses her front against the wall, giving me the perfect view of her toned ass. I can’t help the chuckle that escapes my lips.
“What are you doing in here?” she screams at me, breathless and flushed. Her eyes flicker over my bare chest for a second too long.
I shrug, giving her nothing. “I heard you calling my name.”
“Get out,” she snaps, but I don’t move. Licking my lips, I gaze over her body slowly, making her squirm. “Get the fuck out, Luciano.” Her voice may be telling me to leave, but her body is saying otherwise.
Chuckling, I slowly back out of her room. “You better be at the dinner table tonight, Principessa.”
The echo of her anger follows me as I leave.
I look up to the clock on the wall. It’s now 7:10 and Charlie hasn’t come down yet. We’re all seated at the table, waiting for her before we can start dinner.
Stefano grumbles, “Lei non verrà.” She isn’t coming. He’s becoming moodier than usual.
“Let’s just start,” Carlo says.
“Do you want me to go get her?” Mattia offers. At least Gabriele doesn’t seem to care, too busy fixated on his tablet like normal.
“No,” I say, pushing my chair back. I’m close to getting her myself when she walks through the door, wearing jeans and a hoodie, clearly trying to cover her body from me.
She doesn’t say anything or look at me—she just walks to her spot and sits.
“Let’s eat,” I say to everyone, hoping that dinner goes smoothly.
“So Red, you joining us for family movie night after dinner?” Mattia asks with a mouthful of food. He sees me staring at him, and he quickly swallows. He knows how much I hate people talking with their mouths full of food.
“Sure.” She pushes her food around her plate, not bothering to look up at him. “What are you going to watch?”
“It’s Gabriele’s turn to pick, so it will probably be something boring,” Mattia responds.
Gabriele readjusts his glasses. “Just because it’s not your choice of movie doesn’t mean they’re boring.”
“Bro, last time you chose 10,000 BC,” Mattia fires back, pointing at Gabriele with his fork.
“And you chose Sausage Party before that,” Gabriele says, causing a small laugh to come from Charlie. I sit back in my chair and let Mattia be his usual self. Tonight is not the night to push.