Chapter 15 Charlie #2
Mel’s gaze shifts to the brothers. “What about them? Do they live here too?”
“They have their own house on the property.”
Intrigued, Mel watches as Luciano takes this as his moment to step forward. “Hello, Mel. I’m Luciano,” he says smoothly.
“Well, hellooo, Lucianooo.” She draws out the o’s and smirks, looking him up and down. I nudge her playfully.
“If you don’t mind us, we need to get ready to go swimming,” I say, steering her back toward the house.
“Aren’t you already in your bikini?” Gabriele asks from his day bed.
Mattia jumps up and drapes his arms around our shoulders. “Do you ladies need any help?”
“Oh, yes.” I wink cheekily. “I’m sure I can find some use for you in my bedroom.” Mel’s eyes widen as she stares openly at us.
“Stay here, Mattia,” Luciano orders, and Mattia reluctantly releases us, giving me a playful slap on the ass. Luciano shoots daggers at his brother, who just shrugs as he walks away.
I lead Mel upstairs and I sense her shock as we enter my room. Once the door closes, she turns to me, eyes blazing with curiosity. “Start talking, Charlie. What the hell is going on? And who are you sleeping with: Luciano, Mattia, or both?”
“Hell no!” I laugh, walking towards my closet. “Mattia’s more like an annoying brother. I just use him to push Luciano’s buttons some days.”
“So you’re sleeping with Luciano?”
“Not yet,” I admit to her, a smile tugging at my lips. “Do you need a bikini? I have a whole closet full,” I offer, opening a drawer full of them.
Mel’s voice rises in delighted disbelief. “Who the hell are you, Charlie? Look at all these designer clothes! This closet is the size of my apartment!”
Laughing, I pull out a couple from the drawer and hold them up. “Which one?”
“Gucci, of course!” she exclaims, grabbing them and disappearing into the bathroom. “You know, you’re not getting this back. They’re mine now!”
Half an hour later, Mel is ready, and I decide to leave the sundress behind, preferring the freedom of my bikini alone.
“Your ass and tits are practically hanging out,” Mel teases.
“That’s the point.” I adjust my top and pull the thong strings higher on my hips. I look in the mirror one last time, nodding my approval.
We step outside, arm in arm. Gabriele sits nearby, typing away on his tablet, while the others have moved to lounge lazily in the pool.
“Do you ever stop working?” I ask Gabriele as we pass him.
“You said to behave, not that I couldn’t work,” he replies.
“Touché.” I smile, deciding some quirks are best left alone.
“Is he single?” Mel asks, staring at Gabriele. She normally goes for guys older than her, but I guess three years younger isn’t too big of a gap.
“Hmmm, not sure,” I say, sipping the cocktail Anna, the bartender, just handed me. “Hey Gabriele!” I call out, and he looks up at me slightly annoyed.
“Yes, Charlie?” he replies.
“Are you single?”
“Charlie,” Luciano grumbles, swimming closer to the edge. “You’re crossing a line.” Of course he’s protective of Gabriele. The baby brother.
“Am not,” I shoot back.
“Just answer the question, Gabriele,” Mattia chimes in mischievously. “She won’t stop until you do.”
“I don’t have time for a relationship,” Gabriele says seriously.
“See? That wasn’t hard,” I say, grinning down at Luciano. In one swift movement, he grabs my legs and pulls me into the pool, splashing everyone around us. When I resurface, Luciano’s face is millimeters away from mine, so close I could lean in and kiss him.
Mel clears her throat dramatically and sits on the edge of the pool, breaking the spell between us. “So, Luciano,” she begins, “what exactly do you guys do for business?”
The brothers exchange glances between themselves, silently discussing how much to reveal. But before they can say anything, I beat them to it, “We’re the Cosa Nostra.”
Mel lets out a laugh. “That’s funny, Charlie. No, seriously?”
I swim over to her and cup her face, looking into her blue eyes. “I’m not joking.” Mel’s face pales in shock.
“Is she breathing? Gabriele, get over there. I think she needs CPR,” Mattia jokes.
“WHAT?” Mel shrieks, knocking over her glass.
“What’s with the squealing?” Carlo grumbles, moving away from us and towards the bar.
I speak slowly, pointing at the brothers. “We. Are. Mafia. My men…I am mafia royalty. Luciano here is teaching me the businesses.”
“That’s not the only thing he’s teaching her,” Mattia says, raising his hand for a high five. Instead, Stefano flips over his pool lounge, sending Mattia underneath the water. When he resurfaces, he unties his long blonde hair and starts shaking it out like a wet dog.
Gabriele shakes his head in disapproval. “How much have you drunk?”
Shock still paints Mel’s face. “I need another drink,” she says, waving for Anna.
“Can we get a round of tequila shots instead?” I call out to Anna, smiling widely. If looks could kill, Luciano would have killed me multiple times over by now, but I’m glad I told Mel my secret.
The rest of the afternoon goes by in a breeze and soon I’m saying goodbye. “I can’t believe this is your life now,” Mel says, her eyes admiring the foyer.
“I know, it’s crazy,” I say, leaning in for a hug. I wave goodbye as she pulls out of the driveway.
“Did we behave?” Mattia creeps up behind me, startling me. I turn around so quickly I nearly give myself whiplash.
“Charlie didn’t,” Luciano says, his eyes turning dark with desire. “You have five seconds to get your ass to your room.”
I linger in the foyer, pushing him, daring him to proceed with his threat. He lunges for me, but I’m getting quicker, thanks to Carlo’s training. I dart behind Gabriele for protection and grab hold of his shirt, trying to angle him between Luciano and myself.
“He won’t save you, Principessa,” Luciano laughs darkly. “Should’ve hidden behind Carlo or Mattia.”
Gabriele stands frozen on the spot. “Luciano, get her to stop touching me,” he says. I quickly glance up at him and see that his whole body is tense, and he’s on the verge of having a panic attack. Shit. I quickly let go of him and take a step back.
“Gabe, are you okay?”
“He doesn’t like to be touched,” Luciano comments back. “Breathe, Gabriele,” he reminds him. I watch as Gabriele takes in deep breaths, slowly releasing the tension, and walks away.
I’m gobsmacked, looking between them questionably. How have I not picked up on that yet and why didn’t anyone warn me?
“It’s a sensory thing,” Mattia says with a shrug. He walks out the back door towards his house, leaving me alone in the foyer with Luciano.
“Now where were we?” Luciano says. When he turns to me, his eyes turn predatory. “Run, Principessa.” I quickly take off down the hall, Luciano’s heavy footsteps and laughter following close behind. Every step sends a rush of energy over me, egging me on to play his dangerous game.
Running into the dining room, I round the other side of the table and wait for him to enter. His grin disappears when he sees my hand behind my back. “Charlie…”
I untie my bikini top and let it fall to the ground.
His eyes flick down to my tits as he starts to move around the table, but I move faster and manage to get out the door before he reaches me.
I’m running back down the hall towards the back patio.
Stopping just at the pool’s edge, I strip off my bikini bottoms and dive in naked, swimming under the waterfall and into the cave.
Climbing onto the ledge, I lean against the rock wall and spread my legs wide in anticipation. The falling water blocks my view from outside, but I hear the splash of someone jumping in.
Luciano’s head pops up in front of me seconds later, and the sight of me has him groaning.
He wipes the water off his face as I wiggle my finger at him, beckoning him to come closer.
We stay silent as he slowly stalks towards me.
He grabs my legs roughly, spreading them wider as he bends down and bites my pussy repeatedly.
“Luciano,” I hiss, pulling at his hair. But he continues, and I can feel myself becoming more sensitive with each bite, the sensation overwhelming.
I reach down to rub my clit, but he grabs my wrists. “You will come when I allow it.”
Pulling me into the water, he wraps my arms and legs around him as he pushes me back into the side of the pool. His dick bops against my ass, hard and ready to be fucked. His lips find mine and my whole body feels on edge again as he grabs my ass cheeks, rubbing his hard length against me.
I start to move against him. “Please, Luciano,” I beg between his kisses. “Fuck me.”
But he lets out an evil chuckle. “Not tonight, Principessa.”