Chapter 25 Charlie
Charlie
Ilock myself away in my room the rest of the night, avoiding everyone like the plague.
Mattia, my self-declared bestie, slipped me some food.
He knew I was drowning in my own mess and didn’t want to face anyone.
I asked him how furious everyone was, hoping for some reassurance.
But his answer? “They’ll get over it.” Yeah, real comforting, Mattia.
I toss and turn, my mind racing all night. Should I confront Luciano? Instead, I wait for him to come into my bed like he does every night, but he never comes and the withdrawal hurts.
Morning comes, and I decide to dress to catch Luciano’s eye and hopefully he’ll forgive me.
Denim mini skirt riding high, barely covering my ass, and a purple crop top that doesn’t leave much to the imagination.
I give myself a nod of approval in the mirror, a little fire igniting inside me. Time to face the wolves.
I strut into the dining hall, confidence in every step, until a laugh stops me cold. A woman’s laugh. Not one I’ve heard before.
There she is, petite with impossibly long black hair, lounging in my chair like she owns the place. She leans close to Luciano, rubbing his arm while chatting up the brothers. I narrow my eyes, my jealousy bubbling out before I can stop it. “Who the fuck are you?”
“Charlie,” Luciano snaps at me. I can tell instantly that he’s still angry with me.
“What, Luciano?” I shoot back.
“Be nice to our guest.”
“Since when do we have guests?” I stare at this mystery woman. She seems too comfortable with the brothers.
Mattia pipes up, his mouth half full of food. “Since last night. I picked her up myself.”
“Hello, I’m Isabella.” The woman waves casually at me. Her personality is a bit too perky for me this morning.
“As you heard, I’m Charlie,” I say, circling the table. “And this is my house.”
“Not yet,” Mattia adds, his eyes never leaving his food.
I point at him. “I thought you were my bestie? That means you have my back at all times.”
Luciano cuts in, “I asked Isabella to stay for a couple of nights.”
“Why?” He drains his coffee, then slams his cup on the table. “Good luck with her.”
Isabella laughs. “I’m sure I can cope.”
Luciano motions to the brothers. “Let’s start cleaning up Charlie’s mess.” A subtle dig about yesterday’s incident.
Mattia whines. “I want to see how this goes down.”
“Now, Mattia,” Luciano warns before storming out of the room.
Mattia winks at me. “My money’s on you, bestie.”
I slump into Luciano’s chair, my eyes on Isabella. Taking my time, I ask, “Why are you really here?”
She smiles. “To be your friend.”
“And why would Luciano think I need you as a friend?”
“Because I rule a successful empire too. Maybe not as big as yours, but still very successful.” She pops a grape into her mouth.
“What businesses do you run?”
“If I told you, I would have to kill you.” She winks at me.
I raise an eyebrow, then change the subject. “Is there something between you and Luciano?”
She shrugs. “I’ve fucked four out of five of the brothers. Gabriele’s the last one left, but I think he’s still a virgin. He never seems to get my flirting.” With that, she walks out, leaving me simmering. Who does she think she is?
I grab a piece of toast. Maybe I should try extending an olive branch to Luciano. Two cups of coffee in hand, I head to the office.
The door’s closed so I politely knock rather than my usual barge in. “Luciano.”
“Yes?” When I open the door, he looks up and I notice the dark bags under his eyes.
“Did you sleep at all last night?” I offer him the coffee.
“Thanks, Principessa,” he says, my nickname slipping out as he grabs the coffee from me and pulls me onto his lap. Yes! A step closer to him not being angry with me.
“Anything I can help with?”
His hand slides up my thigh. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how short this outfit is,” he whispers.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.
” I smirk, wrapping my arms around his neck.
I kiss him softly at first until he grabs the front of my neck, pulling me in hard to deepen the kiss.
His tongue dances in my mouth, one hand creeping between my thighs, stroking through the lace of my panties.
I moan softly, letting him know I want him.
Suddenly, the door swings open.
“Oops, didn’t realize Luciano had company.” I whip my head to see Isabella grinning mischievously. Is she serious right now?
“What do you want?” I snap.
“Behave,” Luciano whispers against my ear. He doesn’t stop, now entering his fingers inside me instead.
Isabella saunters closer and sits in the chair across from us, watching with a hungry smile as Luciano’s fingers move faster in me, her eyes darting between my legs. Luciano spreads my legs, letting her get a good view.
“Just wanted to catch up,” she says, her eyes burning with lust.
“I’ll come find you,” I challenge. Luciano grabs my breast through my top as his fingers keep playing with me. Isabella leans back while she nibbles on her lips. “Take your time.”
Luciano pulls me in for a kiss, and I can hear Isabella’s heels as she walks around the desk.
She leans in closer to us, rubbing her hand up my thigh.
Her fingers replace Luciano’s as he keeps hold of me, kissing me deeply.
When he pulls away, my lips are covered by Isabella’s and I can’t help but kiss her back. This feels wrong, but also so good.
I’m seconds away from orgasming when Luciano says, “Enough!”
She retreats her fingers from me and sucks on them, leaving my mouth agape. “Until next time.” She winks, walking out and leaving the door wide open.
Turning to Luciano, I snap out of my haze. “What the fuck just happened?” I can’t believe I just had a female fingering me. That was a first.
He chuckles. “That’s Isabella. She isn’t shy about her sexuality.”
“I can see that,” I mutter, shifting to undo his pants. “Still wanting the three-date rule?” I tease.
“Fuck it.” He lifts me onto the desk, and without hesitation, slides his cock inside me hard and deep. I shake against him, his thrusts steady, fast, gripping my hips.
“Luciano,” I moan.
“Yes, Principessa,” he growls, pushing deeper.
I wrap my legs around him, moving with him, riding the waves building inside me. He pulls my breasts free so he can watch them bounce with every thrust.
“Play with your nipples.”
I obey, twisting and stroking, spiraling into an orgasm that has me screaming his name. “Fuck me harder,” I beg.
He grunts, thrusting harder, his length pressing into me like he wants to rip me apart. “You’ve ruined me, Principessa.” I move with him, on the edge of another climax when he bites my breast hard. “I’m going to destroy you. No one else will compare to me.”
“Destroy me, Luciano,” I cry out, shattering into ecstasy.
Collapsing onto the desk, gasping, he pulls free, bends down and licks me clean, giving me another orgasm that has me screaming his name again for anyone to hear.
He slaps my ass. “You’re good to go.”
I quirk a brow once I get myself up. “You said the other day that you don’t share, but you just did…”
“Isabella is the exception,” he says.
“What’s so special about her that makes her the exception?”
“Well for one, she’s stubborn like you, so if I tell her no, she will only go for you harder until she gets to fuck you. So might as well say yes now and get it out of the way.”
“And what else?” I ask.
“Just trust her, Charlie,” he says, tapping his keyboard and getting straight back into business.
I take my time getting ready, letting the morning stretch out on my terms. From my bedroom window, I spot Isabella lounging by the pool, soaking up the sun in a tiny bikini.
The sight of her ignites a spark between my legs.
I’ve never been into girls, but Isabella’s kiss and the way she fingered me has me second guessing ever so slightly.
And Luciano’s words are still stuck in my head.
He’s okay with me sleeping with Isabella, and I can’t help but find that strange since he’s so protective over me.
I dig through my closet, pulling out a new Dolce & Gabbana bikini—slightly smaller than Isabella’s, just to make a point—and saunter down to the pool.
Lying on my back beside her, I shoot, “So, you like to perv, huh?” I squint into the sun, trying to work on my tan.
She chuckles like it’s the funniest thing I’ve said. “I’m open about my sexuality, Charlie.”
“I’ve noticed,” I say, catching her shifting on the chair. I peek over, and she’s staring at me.
“You enjoyed me watching, and you definitely liked me touching you.” Her eyes gleam. “I could feel you wanting more.”
I clear my throat and cut to the chase. “What are you really doing here, Isabella?”
“Call me Izzy.”
“Fine, Izzy, what’s your plan?”
“Like I said, Luciano thought a friend might help.”
I snap back, “I have friends.”
“Not one who gets this world,” she counters.
“I have the brothers.”
She sits up on her daybed to look at me seriously. “Charlie…”
I scoff. “You really think you can help me understand this world?”
“Yes.” She pulls out her phone and dials fast. “I need you by the pool.”
Within minutes, one of her soldiers arrives and stands in front of her silently, patiently waiting for her orders. She says coolly, “As the leader, you need respect from all of your men.”
She steps in front of the guard and unties her bikini top, letting it fall to the ground to display her perfectly round tits. Next goes her thong, which she slides down slowly on purpose.
“Izzy!” I hiss, shock slamming through me as I catch an eyeful of her well-manicured vagina. But her soldier’s eyes never waver, staring ahead into the distance, unmoved.