by Ali D
I shouldn’t have read the card. It’s too much and gives off gross stalker vibes. It definitely doesn’t help that they keep giving me death flowers. No matter how beautiful they are, it’s a bit creepy. The rest of it is sweet though. Incredibly thoughtful and in total contrast to the weirdness of the flowers and obsessive love notes. I’ll have to tell them again to stop with the deliveries. I’ve never had people who thought enough of me to treat me with the love and respect your family and friends should. What are these boys playing at? My initial gut feeling can’t be trusted because it was pure lust. My brain screams that logic overrides everything and that they must be using me. It says that romance and love is nothing but fantasy and imagination. My heart wishes they could be mine. My body craves them like it can’t go on without their touch.
Ugh, I need to get away and clear my head. Thank god we have another break coming up at school. I wonder if I can convince mom and nonno to take me away for Christmas? Hmm, it’s something to think about for sure. I check my phone and see messages from all three boys from after they left.
Red: You are amazing. I can’t wait to taste your delicious lips again. soon. Happy birthday Q!
Pretty Boy: Hot damn, feisty girl. I’m definitely in love. Marry me? Oh, and happy birthday!!
His Majesty: Enjoy your gifts, my queen.
I laugh and put my phone down without responding. This is more along the lines of what I expected when I opened that card. What I really need is to forget about them. They aren’t healthy for my mind and there’s no way I can actually have them all. It’s just not normal. Plus I’m not sure I will ever be able to trust their intentions. I’m here for me. Fuck anyone who tries to use me to gain status, money or power. I’ve been alone my whole life, why stop now?
Chapter Seven.
Alessandra.
“Thank god it’s officially winter break.”
I say to SB, closing my locker and starting the walk to our cars. Finals just finished and I know I killed it again. I studied my ass off so I’m confident that my marks will be at the top of the class again. It definitely wasn’t easy, what with the royals constantly trying to “prove themselves”. Ugh, I swear I’ve spent more time trying to dodge them than anything else. They keep trying to get in my head and it’s the worst during fight club because they have the perfect excuse to touch me. The coach is useless since he only shows up for the beginning of practices to start and then he bails. He has no reason to since we are leading the MMA tournaments on the west coast, the undefeated champs. I’m far safer from them when they can’t touch me though. I swear, the second their hands are on me in any capacity I turn into the ultimate teenage girl with a crush. Essentially my brain turns to goo. It’s going to be my mission on this break to fix that.
“Yeah, no kidding. I’m soooo over these exams. I’m almost positive I flunked math and my dad is going to be pissed. If he disowns me can I move in with you?” She looks over to me with pleading eyes and I can’t help but laugh.
“Duh. Mom loves you. Is that even a question? Also, you’re one of the smartest people I know. You literally make it your life's mission to memorize facts. You passed, don’t be dumb. You should move in anyway though. We’ve got more than enough space.” I keep laughing at her.
“Shut up. You make everything look so easy with your perfect grades and three demigods drooling all over you. Your mom and grandpa are richer than Midas and you are nauseatingly gorgeous. Plus, you have this super-hot, crazy hilarious bestie. Your life is dope. My mom and dad will probably never agree to me moving into our resident mafia queen’s house. They already get super sketched out that I hang out with you, but I’ll be eighteen in June and then I’m taking you up on that offer bitch.”
She looks up at me and is barely restraining her laughter but her giant princess eyes give her away just before she laughs so loud, I think the people on the East coast can hear her. Maybe my bestie is a nut job, but I love her.
Suddenly I feel myself lifted up in the air and SB is bowed over laughing so hard at my abduction that she falls to the ground with tears streaming down her face as I realize she saw what was coming.
“So much for being my bestie, you bitch!” I yell at her from my hasty retreat over Cohens shoulder.
What is it with these guys and tossing me over their shoulders like god damn cavemen all the freaking time?
“Put me down Red! I’m serious. It’s time to leave for break and I have a plane ticket with my name on it! Let me go!”
“Nah, babe. We’re taking our moment with you before you go away and inevitably ignore us all. Face it Q, you’re stuck with me for a little bit. Hold tight.” He slaps my ass before taking off through the halls down towards the gym, leaving me to do nothing but breathe in his overwhelming leather and motor oil scent. I get a little confused when we bypass it and then go into a giant room that I’ve never been in before. It has an Olympic sized pool, a lounge pool, two different hot tubs and what appears to be a sauna off to the side next to a room with tubs for ice baths and massage therapy tables. It’s a whole ass spot for athletes. How did I not know this place existed?
By the time Cohen puts me down, I’m hella confused and it must read all over my face because he starts laughing and points to the stadium stairs on the wall closest to us.
“You have a swimsuit on the bleachers and there are changing rooms on the far wall. You could change in here if you want. Everyone is already gone for break and Matteo has locked up so no one else has access to the pool anyway. Plus, it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before.”
He bites his lip and looks me up and down like he’s thinking about me naked all over again. I have to use all my power to hold back a groan at the thought of my birthday night. Honestly, I’ve done a pretty decent job of keeping it out of my mind until now. Again, he reads my face accurately and steps up to move my hair from my face, slowly trailing his fingers down my cheek. He cups my face and places a small intimate kiss on my lips before he moves his hands down my neck and moves over to push my blazer off. Next he starts to unbutton my black button up and then I feel two massive hands grab my hips from behind, I can already tell it’s Noah holding me close, he smells like fresh rain. He unzips my skirt and the remainder of my uniform drops simultaneously. I’m left standing in my black silk bra and panties, my thigh highs and my red boots.
“Why does it feel like we aren’t actually here for a swim?” I murmur.
“Sorry Q, we can’t seem to help it around you. You’re more than welcome to finish changing on your own but we won’t be sad if you decide you need help.” Cohen says, his eyes alight with lust and laughter.
Oh, I need help alright. Mental help. I need to calm the fuck down.
“I think I can handle it boys.”
Moving over towards the swimsuit they laid out for me, trying to shake off the sexual daze they put me in, I take a seat on the bleachers to remove my boots and stockings, then snatch up the suit and head for the changing rooms.
Only once I’m in a changing room do I notice what they’ve deemed a swimsuit. Hell to the fuck no. I can feel my whole face flush with anger.
“What the fuck?”
This is a string bikini. This is less than a string bikini. If I’m lucky it’ll cover my nipples and part of my vag. There is no fucking material on this bitch. Nope. No fucking way. I’ll swim in my underwear, it covers more. Deep breath in... Two, three, four. Deep breath out... Two, three, four. I move to walk out and stop when I feel my whole body break out in goosebumps. He’s here, I can sense it. The air in the room feels like there’s an electrical current running through it. The energy changes, it consumes me. I feel him stir something within my soul. Something I don’t want to identify. Something I refuse to give a name to.
“Matteo.” I breathe.
It’s a statement all its own.
I notice he’s only in swim trunks; And his body... damn, his body is fine. He’s got abs for days and that delicious ‘V’ that leads to his...
Damn it. No.
I snap myself out of it when he speaks. Staring and drooling is probably not my best look.
“Alessandra. You don’t like the swimming attire the guys picked for you?” He gives me a devious grin.
“This is not swim attire. This isn’t even attire. It’s a piece of string.” I glare back at him.
“Well, what do you expect around three horny dudes? We just want to see all of that beautiful body again. Would you really deny us the privilege?”
“Yeah, uh huh, I’m sure.” I deadpan.
“I’m still not wearing it. What are we even doing here anyway?” I ask, my exasperation starting to reach its peak.
“We just wanted some time with you before you inevitably disappear. A swim sounded refreshing.” he shrugs.
“You do realize we still have another year and a half together, right? I may be leaving on holiday with my family, but my return is inevitable.” I glare at him and something inside of me just snaps.
“Look, your dad may have cooked up some fucked up bullshit kidnapping scheme to keep me from my life but it didn’t work and I really don’t appreciate you trying to make me fall for you as a backup plan to gain whatever it is that you're seeking. Check it, I don’t need any man, let alone three, and I sure as shit won’t be falling head over heels into your plans just so you can take over my position in my nonno’s businesses. Nothing your shitty family does will keep me from the life I was meant to lead. You may as well give up now. I’m sorry that your dad told you all kinds of shit about the DeLuca family taking over. I know that was your goal. I didn’t come here to take it from you, but I need you to understand that it is rightfully mine. I won’t marry you to honor some despicable old contract that had nothing to do with me either. I don’t plan on getting married. Ever. I don’t believe in it and I damn sure don’t want kids. The whole childbearing clause thing honestly makes me sick to my stomach.” I sneer at him.
I’m disgusted with this whole contract thing and I feel a little better having gotten that off my chest. Maybe it will get him to back off. Fingers crossed. I take a deep breath and wait for a response. His chest is heaving, and he looks furious. He clearly didn’t plan on me laying it all out there.
“First of all, you were mine from the moment I saw you. I don’t need a contract to tell me that. Hell, you were mine from the moment the stars aligned, and your existence was created. Your soul and mine, they were made for one another.”
He takes a step closer.
“You became mine, not for whatever bullshit you think you know but because I feel a connection to you deep inside of me that is unmistakable and I know you feel it too, despite how hard you fight it. You were always meant to be here. You were always meant for me and the guys. It may seem unorthodox but we’re all ok with it. There’s a draw to you that none of us can refute and we aren’t going to deny ourselves anymore. Do you understand that? I know we treated you poorly at the beginning, but my dad made it clear that you were enemy number one. That was our mistake and one we’ve learned from. I trust my gut. It’s never failed me before and it won’t now. You aren’t my enemy, I know that. You are every bit of good this world has to offer with just the right amount of attitude to handle us all, and I for one, can’t wait to explore you more. I know about the contracts and I’ll admit, I was planning on using that to hold you to your end of the bargain, but power isn’t what I want from you. I have power without you. I want your heart and soul. I want you to be my queen.”
The stare he’s giving me shows how passionate he feels as he confesses his desire for me, like he’s viewing the depths of who I am.
“Prove it. Get rid of the contracts. Burn them. Smash them. Shred them. Delete them if there’s any digital footprints. Prove it to me. Make me believe you.” I speak so low; I almost don’t think he hears me.
“Done. I will get to the bottom of whatever my father has done, and I will make it right by you. Are you one hundred percent positive he is the one who planned your kidnapping? That is the implication here, right? I know how cheated he felt when your mother got pregnant and left. He’s never let it go. He made my own mother feel insignificant until her dying breath. He’s vindictive and manipulative for sure, but why kidnap you and leave the situation open ended with the potential for you to return at some point. That isn’t exactly the mob mentality. It isn’t the way my father works. He doesn’t leave loose ends. It also doesn’t make much sense when he could’ve left you alone, seeing as he already knew I was conceived by his mistress. It would have made more sense to do what you’ve accused me of and make me manipulate the situation so we ended up together if his only goal was for the DeLuca line to become the head of the mafia. Not to mention he’s worked with your grandfather for many years. There must be something we are missing.”
Huh, and isn’t that exactly what I had thought? But what are the missing variables? I know my nonno isn’t a dumb man. He’s been doing this too long to not have noticed such big missing pieces to the puzzle. I mean, it’s pretty much all over now anyway since I’m back. There’s not much else to be done to take my place.
“From what I understand, I wasn’t supposed to live this long. After the abduction, I was supposed to have been killed but the woman who was responsible for me ended up keeping me alive and raised me to believe I was her own daughter. Your father has been attempting to renegotiate the contracts so that he can still marry my mother for years according to my family. Do with that info what you will but I don’t know how you expect me to trust you. If you want the truth, then yes, I am obviously attracted to you and the guys. But like I said, I don’t intend to spend my life with anyone. Growing up the way I did, having lived through an abduction, gang violence and drug deals in my house. Then there were always the men who prey on little girls... Look, it just doesn’t leave much to be desired when looking towards my future. I’m a virgin and I’m lucky to have stayed that way. No, fuck that. I fought to stay that way. I don’t feel the need to let you, the king among boys, take that from me for the sole purpose of marking your territory. I think this was a mistake. It’s time for me to go home and enjoy time with my family.”
I take a step back, with thoughts of leaving only for Matteo to push me into the lockers and cage me in.
“No.”
He says just as he bends down and takes full advantage of my mouth. He bites my lower lip and I cave too easily, opening my mouth for him, loving the way he devours me wholly. I feel him unsnap my bra and then push down my panties before lifting me up off the ground. My brain can’t be working because my legs wrap around his waist as my arms wrap around his neck without consent from my brain, my body just takes over. Next thing I know we’ve moved out of the locker room and I feel us descend into the lounge pool. The water isn’t cold, like I expect but warm and comforting as I break the kiss and nuzzle into Matteo’s neck breathing in his fresh clean citrusy, vanilla scent. How is it that whenever they get me in their grasp, I feel like I’m meant to be there but when we’re apart I allow myself to talk myself out of it. Hormones are no joke, man. This shit is making me feel crazy. I push myself off of the king and sink underwater, kicking off the bottom to swim to the other side, away from the royal court. I just need a minute.
I really should’ve known better. I inadvertently swam directly to the other boys. Because of course they’d move to where I was going. I can’t escape these guys. Noah hauls me up his enormous body and mine naturally follows his lead until I end up wrapped around him. When he grabs my chin and tilts my face to his, he looks me directly in my eyes.
“Do you even know how beautiful you are? I could literally look into your eyes for the rest of my life and never once feel like I’m missing out on anything going on around me. I wish you had some faith in us. At some point, you’ll need to realize that you were meant to belong to us and finally submit. It’s not a weakness, you know. Giving in, means we’ll be stronger together.” He sighs as leans in and sweeps the most tender, most intimate of kisses
on my lips.
I’m feeling everything I’ve avoided for so long and it’s way more intimidating than anything I’ve ever known. I know at this moment that I need to lock up my emotions because it feels too good to let these guys go just yet.
I melt into his kiss and decide to see how things go. I don’t have to give them my heart to enjoy the pleasure they give my body. My own attempts to make myself believe that I can end this at any time so why not enjoy it while it lasts, rings false but it’s the only justification I can come up with. I realize that lying to myself won’t really work but I push all my thoughts down.
“Just keep kissing me pretty boy.” I say, moving to rub myself up and down along his length. It is beyond amazing with nothing in between us. He kisses me again as he caresses me along the underside of my breast with delicate hands, surprising, given the size of them. They look like they are meant to destroy things and yet here he is, capable of so much more, where it should tickle, it just sends to most delicious tremors throughout my body. God, this feels too good to be real. I let out a small whimper as his hard length rubs against my clit. Moving my hand down to grab the length of him, I realize how fucking thick and long he is. It shouldn’t be surprising considering he’s one of the largest guys I’ve ever seen, but shit... I start pumping up and down and notice how silky smooth the feel of his dick is. With every pump of my hand, he thrusts himself just enough to stimulate me as well and oh my fuck, does it feel amazing. I feel my lower tummy muscles start to tighten and my toes start to curl. The closer I get to my climax, the harder I inadvertently grab onto him. He must enjoy it though. A little pain, a little pleasure. Noah lets out a long moan as he tenses up and lets out his release at the same time as me, but I get damn near no recovery time. My body is still quaking with the adrenaline rush of coming. My pussy muscles clenching, aching for something to grasp onto.
