Frustration starts to claw at my chest. How long is he going to keep me trapped here? I step closer, lean in, and lock eyes with him. “We’re going out. You can come or stay. I’m not asking.”
We stand there, neither blinking. He pulls out his phone. “Be ready in ten. Principessa wants to leave the castle.”
Mattia and Izzy high five behind me, smug as hell. Luciano shoots me a serious look. “Ten minutes. Not a second late.”
I bolt from the room, grabbing Izzy’s hand. Ten minutes to get ready is not a lot of time, but I don’t care.
“Hey, what about me?” Mattia calls out to us.
“We’ll be quicker without the distraction,” I tease, winking back at him before disappearing up the stairs towards my room. Inside, I turn to Izzy. “That was… easier than I thought.”
She smirks. “Almost too easy.”
30
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 stretchedHummer. 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.
