by K. L Mann
“Don’t you look comfortable.”
Luca is standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. I nearly jump out of my skin, not hearing that he had come in.
“You’re home!” I sit up from my lying position and pause the TV.
“I am,” Luca agrees. “I like those shorts.”
“They’re soft. Do you want to touch them?”
“I’m surprised you’re not touching them.” Luca makes his way inside of the room and sits down next to me. He’s wearing his normal black on black work uniform, untucked button down and all.
“I wanted to… I even tried rubbing myself in the bath. But it wasn’t enough,” I admit, swinging my legs into his lap and laying back down. His hands fall casually on top of my shins and rest there.
“Wasn't enough?” Luca plays dumb.
“No, it didn’t feel nearly as good as I needed it to.” I play along. “You work long hours, isn't it exhausting?”
“Sometimes, I like it though. I’m picking up Gio’s slack right now but hopefully I’ll have more time soon.”
“Speaking of that, Katherine said they are coming back next week. She says it’s because she misses being home, but I’m worried Lorenzo is still suspicious… I don’t want him to hurt you.”
“I can handle Lorenzo.” Luca doesn’t seem scared of the threat that is my brother, his best friend. I’m sure Lorenzo would eventually get over what’s going on here, but I have a feeling the violence will come first.
“I can ask my dad for, um, permission or whatever. If it comes to that…” I can’t look at him as I make this offer. It’s too weird. I wouldn’t be asking for permission to sleep with Luca, I would be asking permission to date him.
He pulls my chin into his hand, softly turning my face to his. “You’d do that?”
“Well, yeah. Of course I would.” I shrug. “Is that bad?
“No, not bad, just surprising.”
“I get nervous talking to you now,” I admit, under my breath. “It was easier being mean to each other, don’t you think?”
“Sometimes,” he agrees, letting one side of his mouth perk up into a smirk. “Do you want me to be mean to you again?”
“Maybe sometimes, we could make it a game.” I smile as I suggest it. “You could tease me about being spoiled like you always used to, and I could push your buttons. We could see who would cave first.”
“I would put money on it being you brat,” Luca declares, rubbing a hand up my leg slowly. “You’re so impatient, I bet you’d fall to your knees so quickly.”
My mind spins with possibilities so I jump at the opportunity to call his bluff. “Alright, the loser pays the winner $12,000.”
“That’s exactly what a spoiled little brat would do, throw money around like it’s nothing!” Luca throws my legs off of him and stands up in a rage. His nostrils flare as he scowls down at me.
The game has begun beautifully.
“Oh, I’m a spoiled brat?” I scoff, standing up and folding my arms over my chest. “Well, you’re a pussy! You can’t handle me, so you run away, like you just did!”
“Or, perhaps not everyone wants you, princess. Maybe I prefer a woman who isn’t so completely obsessed with herself. You’re just daddy’s little rule follower, looking for some adventure. You can’t handle what I have to offer.”
“That’s what you think? You think I follow all of daddy's rules? News flash, daddy wouldn’t approve of me daydreaming about my brother’s best friends fucking me in every room of his stupid pretentious mansion.”
“Best friends?” he scoffs, emphasizing the plurality of friends. Of course, you’d think about both of us.” Luca scoffs in return. “Nothing is good enough for perfect princess Vitale, she needs more than any one person can provide her.”
My body is buzzing, this is so fucking hot. I’m not hurt by a single thing he’s saying. I want him to say worse things, I want him to bully me and fuck my attitude away.
“Oh, like you haven’t thought about screwing me with your little sex buddy. I bet you’d love watching me make him come. Better yet, you’d love him having to see me on your cock. You’re a bunch of twisted fucks!”
“As if you could take both of us!” Luca bites back. “I bet you can’t even handle your own hand most nights.”
“You have no idea what I can handle, Luca. You’ve always underestimated me.”
“Oh please, I read you like a fucking book, Arianna. You can’t handle what I have to offer, you’re out of your depth, princess,” he scolds, fire sets in his eyes.
“Well, I guess we’ll never find out because you're too much of a pussy to show me who’s in charge!”
“You wanna know who’s in charge?” Luca smirks, stepping closer to me. “Then give up, admit defeat, and I’ll spread your little legs and give you what you want brat.”
“You’re such a jerk!” I cry out before throwing my arms around his neck and pulling his lips into mine. I couldn’t resist giving in, it felt so fucking good to yell at him. His lips possess mine, pulling me in closer and claiming my mouth as his own.
“That’s right, show me your true colors, you little spoiled bitch. Show me how badly you’ve wanted to ride my cock all of these years.”
Something completely comes over me and I push Luca down onto the couch. Ripping off my shorts as fast as I can and pulling open his pants zipper. I can feel him watching me but I don’t stop. I pull out his throbbing dick and put it inside of me as fast as I can, straddling his lap.
“Shut up, jerk,” I pant, watching him smile at me. I get off of my knees and move to my feet, grabbing the back of the couch to help me fuck him harder.
“Holy fuck Arianna, how many cocks have you ridden like this?” Luca asks, still playing along, grabbing my ass and helping my stride.
“Only yours,” I whimper, sinking harder with every bounce. “I used to hump my pillow for hours thinking about it though, practicing.”
“I bet you did. You’ve been a closeted slut this whole time, haven’t you? Thinking about getting fucked all day every day I bet.” Luca is fucking me with abandon; never letting up.
“God yes,” I moan, as his cock fills me up just the way I need. He’s hitting all of the right places, slamming inside of me as I ride him.
“Come on my cock brat,” Luca growls, forging into me harder. “Take what you’ve always wanted just like a spoiled little girl would.”
“Holy fuck, Luca!” I can’t keep fucking him as my orgasm ripples through me. I fall back to my knees but Luca thrusts from under me, pulling me through my end. “Claim me Luca, I can’t take anymore. Please, fuck.”
“You want my cum to make you mine? Is that what you’re asking me for, baby?” Luca asks, pulling my face into his by my chin. “Tell me that’s what you want.”
“Holy fucking shit, yes! Yes, please, do it, you fucking God.” I rasp, feeling this never-ending orgasm tip off again.
Luca drives into me one last time, shooting his cum deep, finally ending his rapid thrusts. All I can do is sink into him, dropping my head into his neck. His heartbeat competes with mine, beating heavy and loud in my ear.
That was fucking incredible. Best game ever.
I feel like I’m falling asleep. Am I falling asleep?
Are my eyes closed?
Am I Luca’s now?
Was that part of the game?
Am I asleep?
My phone buzzes against my hip and I’m startled awake. What the hell? When did I go to sleep? What time is it? Who the hell is calling me?
It’s 9pm, and Gio’s name flashes at the top of my screen. Quickly, I hit accept and hold the phone to my ear.
“Hello?” I ask.
It sounds like music in the background, but no one responds.
“Gio? Are you–”
The line cuts off. Shit. Is he okay? Why was he calling? How long have I been asleep? I’ll text him, maybe he didn’t mean to call me.
Arianna: Can we talk? It’s been two
days...
Arianna: Gio, I miss you. Please talk to me.
Arianna: Are you okay?
Gio: I’m great *Attached Image*
My heart stops as I click the photo to open it. He actually sent me a picture of some women straddling him in the VIP area of Club Lucifer. His hand is wrapped around her tits and he’s smiling, so is she.
Fuck it, I’m going to confront this bastard
.
Arianna: Can you be ready to go to Club Lucifer in like 10 minutes? I’m cashing in my favor from poker night.
Luca: I’ll be in the car.
I’ve never gotten ready for a night out faster. My hair was already straightened, so I pulled it into a high ponytail and smoothed it out. I threw on some false lashes, black matte lipstick and eyeliner. My outfit could kill a man, nearly sheer white lace bodysuit, tight as hell white skinny jeans, glittery hoops, and sky high chunky white heels.
When I run downstairs, Vito is standing by the door waiting for me.
“You’re coming with us?” I ask, approaching him.
“Yeah, Luca assumes he may need back up for some reason. Anything I should know?”
He opens the door for me, and follows behind me as I make my way to Luca’s car. Yes, he’s actually driving one of his own. It’s a matte black Audi, I know nothing else about it. But he looks damn good sitting in the driver's seat.
“I’m not sure yet, I may hit someone though.” I shrug, stepping into the passenger seat as he opens the door for me.
Vito nods calmly and hops into the back seat.
Luca doesn’t say anything, he just drives. I put my hand on his leg as we drive off the lot. I see his lips curl into a smile. I smile back, feeling grateful for his willingness to help me. Considering I’m pretty positive he fucked me into unconsciousness earlier after I agreed to be his, and now he’s helping me get Gio back. He knows why we’re going where we’re going but he’s still taking me. Granted, I have a favor, but I think he would take me even if I didn’t.
We pull up to the club like we own it. I get out first, ready to scream at Gio in front of hundreds of people. Luca flicks his keys to one of the bouncers who always parks for us. Vito hops out and we all make our way to the door. The other two bouncers don’t step to the side like they normally would. They are blocking the doors.
“I’m sorry Miss Vitale, Mr. Colombo has asked us not to let you in.”
My jaw drops and I look back at Luca who is standing right behind me. He flashes a playboy smile at them. “Just go in, they can’t touch you and they know it.”
“Come on man, I’m just trying to do my job.”
“Unfortunately for you, so am I. I’m here on an official favor,” Luca says with a wink. Vito’s eyes widen, at me, he didn’t know I had a favor from Luca and it definitely surprises him. His back straightens even more than normal and his lips form a tight line.
“Open the doors for the lady,” Vito threatens.
The bouncers consider their options, and open the doors for me slowly.
“Thanks boys,” I smile, patting them each on the shoulder as I walk past them.
Vito and Luca each walk behind me, like my own personal guards. That was the most badass thing I’ve ever done. The bouncers looked terrified of Luca and Vito.
I know exactly where I’m headed, the steps to the VIP room aren’t far from the door.
We run into Marco on the way to the stairs. I’m not at all surprised that he’s here. “Hey, what’s going on? Why do you look pissed, A?”
“Just follow us,” Luca answers for me, so that I don’t need to stop walking.
He looks concerned but he follows us without another word. The stairs to the VIP area lead up to a guarded rope. The man is about to stop me, but moves to the side when he sees who’s behind me. The power I hold right now is exhilarating.
I immediately see Gio behind the blonde woman who is still straddling his lap. She’s rubbing his chest and grinding her hips on him like this is a fucking strip club. The music is loud as fuck tonight, but I still hear my heart thumping in my ears.
“Oh shit,” I hear Marco mumble behind Luca and I.
Vito has taken the guards place, he dismissed him like it was the easiest thing he’s ever done. I can’t stop my feet from moving when Gio sees me, the smirk that dances on his lips makes my blood boil. I know what he’s doing, I even understand why he thinks I deserve it. But he’s fucking wrong and I’m about to show him the consequences of treating me this way.
I approach him and his hand slides up, grabbing her ass while he waits for me to speak. I’ve never felt this kind of anger. I don’t know what I’m going to do, but it’s going to end with her blood staining my clothes.
“You made it!” Gio speaks first, he slurs a bit as he does. “And I thought you would take my blockade as a deterrent. Shame.”
The woman on him looks back at me, realizing he’s speaking to someone.
I move my face downward, closer to hers. “Hey, sweetheart. Wanna do me a favor and get the fuck off of him? I need to have a few words.”
The woman isn’t ugly, but she’s hardly an upgrade. She’s definitely older than me, maybe his age. She has the fucking nerve to laugh and smile at me. “Sweetheart, do you know who this is?” She points to Gio like he’s a celebrity.
I laugh in her stupid, old bag face. “Sweetheart, do you know who the fuck I am? Arianna Vitale, nice to meet you. Now hop off of my man's cock, before I make you.”
Did I just say that?
Yeah, I did. I’m heated as hell right now.
Why is Gio grinning?
This time the woman demounts him and stands up, facing me. She looks unimpressed and it’s not helping my desire to hit her, repeatedly. Gio rolls his eyes and stands up next to her, staring at me more.
“Your Lorenzo’s baby sister?” She purses her lips at me. “How cute.”
How cute.
I should rip her head off for uttering those patronizing words in my direction. Time slows down around me and all of the energy inside of me is converting into a rage-like confidence I’ve never experienced. Cold hard cocky anger that makes me turn into a person I didn’t think I was capable of being. But right now? I’m this cunt’s worst nightmare.
I’m a firm believer that women shouldn’t shame other women for the situations men get them into. But this bitch is hunkering down, not backing off. She likes that I’m mad and she has a false sense of safety that I plan to eradicate permanently.
“Yeah, and you’re a hooker whose life I could buy by batting my fucking eyelashes at any of the men in this room. Would you like me to purchase your worthless existence? No? You’re excused.”
Her eyes widen only slightly, as if she can’t believe the words that come from my mouth. The audacity she has in even hesitating is downright suicidal. I have connections that go very fucking deep and she’d do well to remember who the fuck I am. I was a billionaire the day I was born and my family would do nearly anything to ensure I keep a smile on my face.
“I see mental instability is a family trait,” she hisses.
Oh hell no.
“You wanna know another Vitale family trait?” I ask eerily, taking a pointed step toward her, closing in on my prey. “Violence when provoked, you ignorant bitch. You’re well and truly excused, and as far as I’m concerned, banned. Try and walk back through those shiny red doors after I have you thrown out, see what happens. I. Dare. You.”
From behind me, Marco whistles low and slow like he’s impressed. Hell, I’m impressed with myself. I’m not even bluffing, if I ask, Mr. Colombo will have her permanently banned from the club. I know that, Marco knows that, and Gio better fucking believe it.
“You’re crazier than you’re psychotic little brother–”
I see red. I don’t let her finish her insult. She would have fared better by sticking with insulting me personally. Coming after my little brother? Bad move, hooker, bad move.
I’m about to lunge, but Luca pull
s me back so quickly, like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. He keeps me far enough from her that neither of us can touch as I struggle in his hold.
I will rip your trashy face off! No one talks about Marco like that.
Gio grins, amused that I’m being held back. “That’s right, control your pet, Luca.”
I’ll show you control motherfucker.
My arms wrap around Luca’s back trying to pull myself out of his grip. Marco is fucking recording us.
Of course he is.
“Watch what you say, she’s not going to be able to forget every stupid remark you make one day like magic, Gio,” Luca warns, melting my heart a bit at the action. Even as I’m here fighting for someone else, he’s fighting for me.
“It’s a good thing I don’t care then, yeah?”
Ouch. Well, that hurts.
Luca scoffs. “Give me a fucking break. That’s why you’re plastered on a Tuesday night letting some random whore feel you up. Because you’re so unbothered by Arianna, right?”
My arms feel something hard against Luca's back. Dark thoughts pool in my mind.
He’s carrying a gun? That’s very very helpful.
“Why would he be bothered? I mean look at the little psycho,” the dumbest bitch on the planet comments.
That’s it.
I’m able to get enough grip on Luca’s back to pull his pistol from his holster. His grip immediately loosens and he sets me down carefully, probably worried I’ll accidentally shoot him. If I wasn’t so focused on the cunt I’m tempted to put down, I’d be offended. He knows I can shoot. We’ve been at the range together before. Vitale’s all know how to shoot for sport. It’s a survivalist skill grandpapa Vitale preached since I could remember.
“Is this cute?” I ask, pointing the gun directly at the cocky bitch’s chest. One soft squeeze and she’d never speak again. One soft squeeze and she’d be gone. Tempting, oh so goddamn tempting. “The Vitale family's mental instability sure is adorable, no?” She trembles a bit under the pressure of being held at gunpoint, meaning she has at least a sliver of sense in her tiny brain. “Marco and I are psychos, is that right? Why don’t I show you just how crazy we really are, hm? Vitale’s carry condition one. Do you know what that means? It means there's a bullet in this chamber with your shitty heart's name on it. Shall I introduce this lead to your aorta? Or maybe your lungs so that my psycho brother can hear you choke on your blood until you inevitably drift off on down to hell.”
