Chapter 30 Luciano
Luciano
Istand in the foyer, glancing down at my watch. Ten minutes. I gave them ten minutes to get ready, and that time is almost up. Charlie, she really knows how to push every one of my buttons. She should not be leaving the estate while we don’t know Vince Andretti’s motive.
I shift my gaze to my brothers, waiting for them to acknowledge the night ahead. “No fucking around tonight,” I bark. “Eyes on the girls ONLY.” They nod, no hesitation. They know what’s at risk.
Charlie and Isabella come down the stairs.
I catch Charlie’s eye a moment longer than necessary.
She notices, flashing me that infuriatingly cheeky grin.
She slides up beside me, leans in close, one hand pressing against my chest. Her breasts—too exposed for my liking, just like the first night I officially met her at Pulse—brush against my arm as she whispers, “Like what you see?”
I don’t miss a beat. “Don’t tempt me, Principessa. You may not make it out of this house tonight.”
She throws her head back in laughter, the kind that’s equal parts challenge and charm, then strides out to the waiting stretched Hummer. If anyone didn’t know better, they’d think she was bred for this life, Cosa Nostra through and through.
I climb into the Hummer, settling against the back wall and pulling Charlie close.
My arm wraps around her waist, fingers idly tracing the band of her miniskirt.
The rest pile in around us. Gabriele’s already buried in his tablet, like clockwork.
Carlo stares out the window, quiet and brooding.
Mattia and Isabella are deep in laughter, with Mattia spinning some story only they would find funny.
No one’s paying attention to us, and that’s when I realize she’s not wearing any underwear. Leaning in, I murmur, “Principessa, are you trying to get someone killed?”
She smirks, unbothered. “I would never do such a thing.”
“Where’s your underwear?”
“Must’ve forgotten them. Had a strict time limit to get ready.” She shrugs.
“No one gets to see that pink little cunt of yours but me,” I growl, the thought already stirring me up. The Hummer is dark enough that only Charlie notices me shifting.
She grabs my dick through my pants, squeezing tight. “I decide who sees, not you, Luci,” she says, bold as ever. Her time with Isabella is paying off.
In one swift motion, I pull her onto my lap, pressing my hardness against her ass.
She wiggles, teasing. One hand stays firm around her waist while the other slips beneath her skirt.
Wet. Soaking wet. “Your body’s telling me differently,” I say, sliding my fingers inside her.
A soft moan escapes, and I bite her shoulder. “Be quiet, or I’ll stop.”
“No,” she breathes, struggling to steady herself.
“Look at me.” I push my fingers deeper, my thumb circling her clit. She’s close, too close, when the Hummer jerks to a stop outside Pulse.
“Go ahead. We’ll meet you at the table,” I say. Isabella hesitates for a minute. “I’m not sharing tonight.” She nods and follows my brothers out, leaving Charlie and me alone. I lock the door, shutting out the world.
“Luci,” she pants.
I lift her up, shifting us so she straddles me. I pull her skirt up, exposing every inch of her. My fingers find her again as she unzips my pants. Her hands are eager, stroking my hardness.
I grab her ass, lifting her slightly, and pull her down on my dick. She yelps a sharp sound I will savor. I plant a hard smack on her left ass cheek. “You’re mine,” I growl.
“Yes, Luciano,” she moans, her hands gripping my throat. The sudden pressure catches me off guard, but it only fuels the fire.
“Harder,” I demand.
She pushes down, fingers tightening, and I lose control. Holding her waist, I set the pace, driving deep, hard enough to shake the Hummer. She clings to me, her breath ragged.
“I want you dripping with my cum. You are mine.”
She slaps me hard across the face. “Shut up and fuck me,” she snaps, and I snarl in response.
I pull her off me, and a gasp escapes her lips when I flip her onto the seat on all fours.
Bending down behind her, I thrust in again, grabbing her waist and pounding with everything I’ve got.
She wants this. No hesitation, no holding back, not anymore.
I yank her hair, forcing her to meet my gaze. “This how you want it, Principessa?”
“Yes!” she screams. I push her down until her head rests on the seat, ass high, giving me the perfect angle.
I spread her cheeks, spit on her asshole, and slide a finger inside.
She stretches around me, breath growing heavier.
I play with her asshole, matching my finger’s rhythm to my cock driving into her.
She pushes back, begging for more. Who knew my principessa would have such a filthy side?
I empty myself inside her as she comes hard on my dick. Pulling out, I zip up and straighten my suit. She pulls down her skirt, smoothing it over her hips.
“Come on,” I say, grabbing her hand. Before she can clean up, I drag her from the Hummer, ready to face the night ahead and what it may bring us.