by Tia KENZIE
“I know of your relationship with Prince, and just how deeply the feelings run. It’s been quite touching to watch actually. I am willing to bet that you do not wish to see any harm come to him, and it won’t, if you accept my proposition. Anyway, we must move on.” He clicks his fingers and one of his men makes a phone call.
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We wait in a very awkward silence, after Scary man requested ‘the package’ be delivered to us.
A long time later the front door bangs open and 2 men enter, dragging a 3rd man between them. The man’s head is down, he’s dragging his feet as they pull him along. Placing a chair in the middle of the room they sit the man onto it. His head hangs low but he’s making moaning noises, so at least he’s not dead.
Scary man turns to me, “Luna, come meet your husband to be.”
I am physically shaking. This guy is absolutely crazy, like off his rocker crazy. I slowly rise to my feet, sneaking a glance at Colt to see tears in his eyes. I don’t know how far his involvement goes in my current predicament. But judging from his reaction, I don’t think he wants this. I give him a small smile. I’m not even sure why I do, considering he is in all likelihood responsible for my current situation.
I approach the guy on the chair, his head is still hung down. I’m not sure what to do but the large number of guns aimed at Colt are spurring me on. I drop to my knees on the wooden floor, taking hold of one of the guy’s hands, that hangs limply at his sides. I take notice of his dark hair, and the navy hoody he wears over dark jeans.
I gently squeeze his hand, he squeezes back. I peer under his face, trying to take a look at the damage and yeah, I need to see if he’s ugly! I mean come on; I’m being told I need to marry this guy!
His head slowly lifts, to look at me. Blood openly pours from a wound on his left temple. His eyes are bruised and swollen and there’s a cut to his lip. He opens his eyes to look at me and Holy Fuck! Rome stares back at me. Fuck me sideways, again! Rome? “Rome?” I ask, stupidly.
“Hey sweet Luna.” He struggles to speak through his injured mouth. I sit back, staring up at scary man.
“Why the hell would you do this to him? Are you fucking crazy?” I’m mad, really fucking mad.
“That is not your concern. Do not make an enemy of me my dear. Now, we must see if this is to work.”
“What?”
“You and my nephew. There must be attraction, passion, in a marriage. We need to test if that exists between you. So far, my nephew has resisted my attempts at finding him a satisfactory bride. He has found fault in every choice I have presented him. I am starting to believe he may, what do you kids call it, swing the other way?”
Is this guy for real? There’s no way Rome is gay, but what the hell?
“How do you test that then, huh? Am I here to test his sexuality? Or is it just an excuse for you to watch and jerk off, is that it?”
“Luna, stop.” Rome urges me, grabbing my hand to hold.
“I might find your fire and attitude appealing dear, but I will not tolerate disrespect from you. Now…. I have had access to your life Luna, that means everything which it entails. That includes access to your phone calls and messages. So, you see, I know about your, shall we say, superpower?” The bastard laughs.
Oh my God! He knows about my kissing trick! My face fills with a blush, I’m going to die of embarrassment. That means he already knows about my meeting Rome too!
Rome pulls me towards him with my hand. He puts his mouth to my ear. “Luna, I’m so fucking sorry. He’s crazy, but you have to do it. He really will shoot Prince if not.”
I pull my face away, openly crying. Scary man throws a bar towel at me, which I catch.
“You might want to clean the little fucker up first. There's no telling where he’s been.”
I move the towel towards Rome’s face with shaky hands. I wipe away most of the blood, trying my best not to hurt him. He looks at me with his pale grey eyes. “I’m sorry.” He murmurs.
“It’s okay.” I murmur back, even though I know damn well it won’t be. I keep on wiping away, using it to delay the inevitable.
“Enough!” Scary man shouts. “No more cleaning. Get on with it!”
I look at Rome, gulping loudly. Fuck my life! How I wish I’d not been such a skank and bragged about it. “I need another drink, and music.” I say, with more confidence than I feel.
“You need music? We’re not setting a fucking scene dear.”
I whip my glare to him. “I don’t want to hear you all, it will remind me you’re all watching.” Dirty bastards - I whisper under my breath.
A click of his fingers and I have a large vodka in my hands. Some kind of heavy music is blasting through the speakers. It’s not my choice of song but I don’t really care at the moment. I drink half of the vodka, then pass the rest to Rome with a wink.
“Might make it easier for you.”
“Don’t need anything to face you sweet Luna. I’ll have it for the pain though.” He tips it back in one, then throws the glass onto the floor behind him. It lands with a smash.
I’m shaking all over. My palms are sweaty, I rub them on my jeans. I want to look behind, I know I shouldn’t, but I really need to see. Glancing back, I find they have dragged Colt closer, close enough that he will have a bird’s eye view of our performance.
He mouths 'I’m sorry' to me, his face still in anguish. Maybe it’s the vodka or maybe I’ve just decided to toughen up. I don’t know, but I rise to my feet and walk up to Colt. I rise on my tippy-toes and whisper in his ear. “It’s okay, I still love you Colt.”
He nods, “me too Lune.”
Scary man punches Colt in the stomach and he drops to his knees.
“Get on with it. Any more shows of disrespect in front of my daughter and I will make the boy fuck you, instead!” He roars at me.
I glare at scary man, my face full of hate. “You disgust me.” I say, shaking my head.
His face goes red, and I just know I’ve really pissed him off. Fuck!
I approach Rome, taking his hand to lead him to one of the sofas against the wall. He gets up to follow me, letting me lead the way. I turn my head back to scary man, “It’s not a fucking lap dance!” I snap. Because let’s face it. Wooden chair in the middle of the room, me sat straddling him? Total lap dance. I hear scary man chuckle at this.
Rome sits down and I sit in his lap, my legs either side of him. He holds my face in his hands. “I’m so fucking sorry. I will make it up to you though. I’ll get you out of this Luna.” He says sadly.
I lean into him, removing his hands. “Close your eyes.” I whisper. He does. And so, I start….
Now, even with the dangerous situation I find myself in, I’m pleased to say I remembered to change things up. I lean in and start with tracing the tip of my tongue across the seam of his lips. Then I go straight to the lip tug.(being really careful of his cut lip) Fuck! His dick jumps instantly, underneath me. His eyes fly open, and I chuckle.
“Keep them closed….”
I move to kissing and sucking his neck, moving up to his jaw and under his ears. He’s pushing his dick against me already and I find myself lost in the moment, rocking back against him in tiny movements, trying to not make it obvious to our audience. His hands fly up to hold the back of my head as he pulls my lips to his, devouring me. I feel the passion, the fucking sensuality radiating between us. It overwhelms me with a feeling so intense, I’ve never felt it this strongly before.
My panties are drenched, rubbing against his dick. He starts murmuring, 'fuck Luna, fuck Luna', into my mouth, over and over. I can feel my orgasm building, waves of pleasure coursing through me. I push my tongue in his mouth, teasing and fighting with his. He tastes divine, like vodka and honey mixed together. Yeah, mixed with a little blood too!
He’s still rubbing his dick against me, but not as fervently as before. I think maybe he’s come already. I move my hips slowly against him, still chasing my own release. He leans down and sucks
my neck, then he bites me. Fuck! My core explodes. He quickly seeks out my mouth to kiss me and steal my moans, keeping it just between us.
Once my body stops pulsing with pleasure we stop kissing and I open my eyes to look at him. He leans forward to whisper in my ear.
“Fuck, you are a God damn angel, I need more though. I don’t want to get out of this, I want you to be mine, so I can fuck you senseless every day sweet Luna!”
Oh! I’m filled with an impossible amount of excitement and equal amount of fear. I'm not quite sure if I've just fallen into a trap. What the hell have I done?
Scary man drops down to sit on the sofa beside us.
“Did I choose correctly this time Matteo?”
Rome looks at me, smiling. “You did Uncle, you won’t find anyone better.”
My stomach drops. Shit! Looks like I’m getting married then.
Scary man jumps up. “Matteo, take your fiancé home. You need a ring, so I will make arrangements for a choice to be delivered to your home. Pick with your heart Matteo, this marriage will be for life, so choose wisely.”
He turns to me and grins a sickly smile. “You will live with Matteo from now on. You will return with him immediately, your room at the school will be cleared of your possessions and brought to you.” Fuck my life!
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Chapter 14.
I’m sat in Rome’s black sports car, heading towards his apartment. He’s not said much about it. All I know is it’s the penthouse and overlooks the beach. It's only 10 minutes from the school, so that’s good. Then again, I don’t know if I will still be going?
He’s been overly cautious in what he says, obviously feeling responsible for my situation. I’ve got questions, lot and lots of them, but I’m too numb to think of any at the moment. He took hold of my hand when he started driving, he hasn’t let go of it yet.
We stop at a diner, not The Reef, it’s just a small place off the highway. He asks me to leave my phone and bag in the car, then he leads me inside to a corner booth. I don’t have an appetite, so I just order a coffee. Maybe it will help me sober up more, I mean, I did knock quite a few vodkas back! Though to be honest, the announcement of my upcoming wedding kinda did that!
Once our orders arrive, he slides up next to me, putting his arm around my shoulders.
“Luna, I’m so fucking sorry. I wish you weren’t involved in this; I really do.” He kisses the top of my head.
I take a moment to look at him. He really is stunningly attractive. His pale grey ‘diamond’ eyes are set in an olive complexion, which make them stand out like stars. His black hair is shaved short, really high up the sides and back, leaving the longer top to fall over to one side and flop down over his forehead.
“What the hell Rome. How are we gonna get out of this? I mean, there must be a way, right? You said so.”
He shakes his head at me. “No, there’s nothing we can do about it. I’ve got a fucked-up family who I can’t escape. I’ve tried before, well it didn’t work out very well.”
“What do you mean? You said that you would get me out of it."” I’m starting to panic now. “Why the hell would your uncle even want me to marry you anyway? I’m nobody, just an orphan. I’ve only been back in the US for 1 week.” I sit back against the seat, defeated.
He takes my hand in his, speaking quietly, so we’re not overheard.
“Luna, I don’t know why he chose you. But if I’m honest, I’m glad it is you. I meant what I said back there, I want you to be mine.”
“What about me, what I want? I’m fucking 18 Rome, no way should I be getting married. I don’t even know you. I’ve heard about you, and I’ve got to be honest, it wasn’t good.”
He smiles at that. “Oh, what did you hear?”
Shit! I gulp, then go for it. “I heard that you’re a man whore, who is probably riddled with diseases.”
Yeah, he finds that amusing. Based on the fact that he’s rolling about on the seat laughing. When he can control himself, he takes my hand.
“Sweet Luna, I can assure you that I am not riddled with diseases. You are completely safe with me.”
“And what about the man whore part?” God, I really hope he isn’t, he’s just so good looking!
He lifts a brow at me. “Define man whore.”
Well fuck! Yeah, total fucking skank! I pull my hand out of his hold, moving myself away from him. He has the cheek to look offended! Yeah well, I don’t care.
He shuffles closer. “Look, all I know is Uncle never does anything without him benefitting in some way. I’ll try to answer your questions but, you need to know that we can’t discuss anything at the apartment. My uncle has the place bugged. Same as my car. If you want to ask me anything it needs to be outside, with no phones on us. They are probably bugged too.”
I already know mine is. That’s some dodgy shit!
“Just who the hell is he?”
“Someone very bad, very dangerous.”
I go to ask more but I’m interrupted when Rome’s phone rings. He listens to whoever it is then ends the call.
“We need to go, that was my Uncle. He’s wants to know why we’re not at the apartment yet.” Fuck my life!
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We exit the lift straight into Rome’s penthouse apartment. It’s absolutely gorgeous! All dark wooden floors, white painted walls and chandeliers dotted about.
It’s an open plan area, with a plush kitchen filled with stainless steel appliances, leading to a living area with leather sofas. There’s a large flat screen tv on the wall, then glass doors leading onto a deck area.
I aim straight for the deck, to find a freaking pool! Oh wow, there’s also a hot tub! Turning around I smile shyly at Rome, shy you say? I don’t know why, but now I’m seeing him in his own environment, I’m suddenly, acutely aware of the power of his presence. So…. I’ve become shy, and so very out of my depth. I feel so unworthy of this type of obvious wealth.
A ringing tone sounds from inside. Rome presses a monitor on the wall, turning to me. “Your things are here. I’ll take them to your room.” Then he leaves me.
Not sure what to do I sit on the side of the pool, taking my chucks off and rolling up my jeans. Dangling my feet in the pool, I lay back on my hands and close my eyes.
I start going over everything in my mind. The fact that Colt is really Prince. That blows my mind, also leaving me with a sense of loss. I’m almost grieving for someone in my life that I never knew, but who I felt cared for me in a way. I know Colt cares, but the fact is I thought I had Prince too, another person to care.
Then I start thinking about what Rome told me. The apartment is bugged. That’s seriously messed up, and very scary. Hell, what if there are cameras in the bathroom or bedroom? Fuck! How am I ever gonna use the toilet or shower? I’m pondering and stressing out about this when Rome returns, sitting next to me.
“What’s up, you doing okay?”
Really? He really has to ask. I shake my head, leaning over to whisper in his ear. “I daren’t speak, you know, with the bugs!”
He laughs at me, leans over and whispers back in my ear. “You will just have to whisper in my ear then, sweet Luna.”
I lean back to him. “Are there cameras in the bathroom and bedroom?” I’ve got a worried face on.
He starts belly laughing, holding his stomach, then leans back to me. “No, there’s not. Don’t worry, when I make love to you there will be nobody watching. Only us, I promise.”
My face floods with blush and my core tingles at his words. He just laughs at my obvious embarrassment. The ringing tone sounds again, he grabs my hand to pull me up.
“That will be the rings, come on.”
We are sat on one of the leather sofas, with 4 trays of exquisite, diamond rings, on the coffee table in front of us. The man who brought them has retreated into the kitchen area, leaving us in privacy to choose. Rome leans back on the sofa, his arms spread out against the top.
“It’s your choice Luna. Pick wh
ichever you want.”
I look at the rings, they all look as beautiful as each other. Some are huge diamonds, of all different shapes. Some are smaller, with multiple diamonds in the setting. I really have no idea where to start. I’m starting to feel panicked; my heart is racing. I feel overwhelmed and so out of my depth. Tears start falling, I feel them tracing down my cheeks, but I can’t stop them.