by Hamel, B. B.
I stared at his clean, incredible lines, his handsome body, and I felt the heat between my legs spike.
He surfaced in the middle of the water. “Come on in, sis,” he called. “It’s nice today.”
For the second time that day, I turned and walked quickly away from him.
As I retreated toward the house, his laughter was ringing in my ears.
And the image of his body, nearly naked, his cock slightly hard against his thin boxer briefs, stuck in my brain and made my skin tingle.
Chapter Eight: Lucas
“What happened earlier, boss?”
I looked at Vince as I toweled off.
“Bad news about that, Vince.”
He smirked. “It’s always bad news in this business.”
I laughed, nodding. I slipped my wet underwear off and tossed it aside. Vince turned away, looking out across the lawn as I pulled my clothes back on.
Damn Natalie. I wasn’t sure why I kept pushing the girl, why I couldn’t let her be, but she was still very much on my mind.
I loved the way she looked at me, the way she bit her lip. It was almost too much, the way she acted as if she hated me while her body screamed how badly she wanted me.
Dressed, I began walking back toward the house. Vince fell into step next to me.
“Roddy got pinched,” I said. “And our shipment was confiscated.”
“Fuck,” Vince said. “How did that happen?”
“I don’t know, but Arturo tasked us with finding out.”
“Shit luck.”
“Yeah. We’ll start on that tomorrow.”
“Any ideas?”
“I have a few.”
We stopped outside the back door. “Anything you feel like sharing?”
I grinned at him. “Not yet. Do some digging on your own tonight if you can.”
He nodded. “You got it.”
“See you later.”
He turned and walked off. I watched him disappear between some buildings and sighed.
Damn shit luck. Nobody knew why Roddy got pinched and why the shipment got confiscated. We’d been planning that deal for months, and now the Russians were pissed we weren’t delivering.
It had been one of the biggest deals with them in a long time. We didn’t usually work with the Russians since the crazy bastards were so unpredictable, not to mention they were on the decline, but Arturo thought it was time we started being friendly again. And so I had worked my ass off setting up a nice little exchange of goods for cash.
The whole thing was very, very secretive. I could only name a handful of people that even knew about it, and I couldn’t imagine any of them ratting to the cops. I’d suspected that someone was being tailed by the feds for a while, but I had no real proof of that.
I walked into the house, shaking my head. I didn’t have to deal with that problem just yet. Father demanded that the whole family show up for a special dinner he had planned for Natalie and her crazy mother, which meant a ton of important mob captains would be there.
I moved through the hallways, nodding here and there to the staff. My father treated some of the people that worked for him like garbage, but that never felt right to me. Really, they had the most power in our house. They knew it better than anyone else, and they were the ones that cooked our food and cleaned our rooms. It felt like madness to be an asshole to them. Besides, some of them were decent people.
I moved up to the third floor and followed the winding hallways to the very far corner of the southeast wing. I stood outside a blue, ornate door, grabbed the knocker, and banged it.
There was no answer. I knocked two more times, but nothing.
“Louisa,” I called out, “you either open up or I’m going to barge in.”
The door opened a crack. “What?” Louisa said.
“I need a little favor.”
“Not in the mood for this, Lucas.”
“You don’t even know what it is,” I protested.
“Doesn’t matter,” she said. “I know our new stepmother and stepsister are here, and I know you like to be a dick.”
“All of that is true,” I said.
“So go away.”
“Sorry, kid. I need a favor, whether you want to help or not.”
There was a short pause, and then she sighed. I knew she couldn’t say no to me. “Fine. Come in.”
The door opened and I smiled at my younger sister. “You’re looking spry today.”
She gave me a look and closed the door behind me as I entered her room.
Really, it was more like an apartment. Louisa was father’s little princess, but she was admittedly incredibly odd. A few years younger than me, Louisa had dropped out of high school early on and had decided that she wanted to help with the family business full time. When Arturo told her that wasn’t happening, she turned into something of a spinster, living in a remote corner of the property and not going out very often.
Her rooms were large and covered in electronics equipment. Louisa plopped down on a couch and grumbled at me.
“What’s the favor, Lucas? I’m busy.”
“You’re never actually busy, kid.”
“Sure. I got a raid in ten minutes.”
I rolled my eyes. “That doesn’t count as ‘busy,’ you know.”
“Maybe not,” she said, shrugging, “but you need something from me and I’m already bored, so get talking.”
I laughed as I sat down across from her. Louisa was slight and pretty, with thick dark hair and dark eyes. She looked just like our late mother, in a lot of ways. She was thin and always has been, and I was always worrying that she didn’t eat or exercise enough.
I was like my father in some ways. We were both too protective of Louisa.
“I need a dress.”
“Changing sides, are we?”
“It’s not for me.”
“Who then?”
“Natalie. Our new stepsister.”
Louisa gave me a long look. “I’m not sure I like where this is going.”
“It’s just a little prank. She’s a tad nervous, and I thought this could break the ice.”
“What kind of dress?”
I grinned at her. “The sluttiest thing you got.”
She laughed, but I could already tell that her interest was shifting. She was like that, always getting distracted, always moving on to the next thing. I loved her fiercely, and she was really the only person in the world that I trusted.
“Do whatever you want,” she said, getting up and walking over to a computer. “You now where the closet is.”
I stood. “Much obliged.”
“Tell Stumpy I won’t be at dinner.” Stumpy was her nickname for our father, something he absolutely loathed but would never reprimand her for.
“He’ll figure it out on his own.”
“Sure,” she muttered, already in a new world.
I walked away, back toward her bedroom. Once you left the main sitting area and entered her private room, the only place where the staff was not allowed to enter, the place was a mess. I threw open her enormous closet and was greeted with row after row of dresses, coats, shirts, pants, and more.
“For a recluse, you have a ton of clothes,” I muttered as I picked through her things.
Ten minutes later, I had the perfect thing. It was probably from Louisa’s old life, back before she had locked herself away.
I carried it out and back into the main hall. “See you, kid.”
She gave me an absent wave. I doubted she really even noticed when I walked out of her room.
I paused in the hallway, admiring the dress. I imagined Natalie wearing it and felt my cock stir, and I knew it was the right thing.
Smiling to myself, I went to find a staff member to help.
Chapter Nine: Natalie
The warm water washed down my body. I had to admit, although the day had been totally crazy and I was dreading dinner, I loved my new shower.
The bathroom was connected
right to my room, and it was large and modern, clearly having been renovated recently. The shower was a large walk-in right next to a big white tub, and the water pressure was incredible.
I stood there letting the water run down my body as I thought about Lucas. I couldn’t believe he was willing to strip down in front of me like that right in the middle of the backyard. Anybody could have walked in on it; anybody could have seen it. He was definitely acting brash and inappropriate, and I could barely understand why.
But I had to admit that his body was incredible. Lean and defined, the tattoos only served to make him look that much more intense.
And Lucas was intense. Everything he said, every move he made, it all had an edge to it, like he was on the verge of throwing me down and fucking me senseless. I’d been soaking wet since the moment I met him, and I couldn’t get him out of my mind.
Which was why my hand slipped down between my legs. I pressed my back against the cool tile wall and began to gently rub myself, thinking about him.
The way he handled me in the limo. His confidence, his cool calm, the way he teased me. It all drove me absolutely wild.
He was an arrogant asshole, but I couldn’t deny that he made me feel something. I wanted to know what it would be like to slide down along his cock, to let him sink himself deep inside me.
I was sure he could handle me. He could throw me around if he wanted. I would let him do what he wanted, take charge, show me the sort of man he was. Like in the limo, I wanted to feel his fingers again, but more. I wanted to feel his mouth roam my body, touch my skin, lick and suck my clit until I couldn’t stand it anymore.
And I wanted his cock in my mouth. I felt so dirty for thinking it, but I wanted to taste his cock on my tongue, to suck him until he groaned. He made me hungry for it, and although I knew it was completely wrong, I wanted to suck him off in a dark corner of the house.
I rubbed myself faster, my fingers working my slick clit as I imagined what I’d let him do to me. I knew I couldn’t, because if we were caught things could be very bad, but I wanted it anyway. He could fuck me in the pool, slide his thick cock between my legs from behind. I was sure he’d make me beg for it first, and although it would drive me wild, it would only make it that much sweeter when he finally pushed himself deep inside me.
I could only imagine the dirty things he’d whisper in my ear and the shiver that would run through my body as I felt him fuck me deep. I wanted that shiver, wanted those dirty words. I wanted to ride his tongue, or maybe bend forward and suck his cock while he licked my pussy.
I could feel my orgasm coming on as I pictured him fucking me from behind, holding my hips tight between his hands. He’d slam himself deep inside me, tell me how dirty I was, how much of a slut I was for giving myself to him.
I came, saying his name softly, my fingers working my clit.
My body wanted him so, so badly. I felt a rush of excitement as I finished my shower. At least I’d gotten off, and he probably wouldn’t bother me so much at dinner.
I climbed out of the shower and began to towel off. Suddenly, I heard a knock at my door.
I quickly wrapped the towel around myself and ran over to the door. “Just a second!” I called.
I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt before pulling the door open.
Sitting on the floor was a simple white box with a small red bow. Curious, I bent over and grabbed it, carrying it into my room. I shut the door behind me and locked it.
“What are you?” I said out loud to myself. I placed the box down on a table. There was a card with my name on it written in a hand I didn’t recognize.
I opened the card and read it.
Dear wife, I thought you might like something to wear for tonight. Don’t worry, I borrowed it from my sister. I hope it’s your taste. Yours, Lucas.
Frowning, I opened the box.
Inside was a gorgeous black dress. I pulled it out and held it up. It was light and beautiful, probably more expensive than anything I ever wore, and probably my size, too. I frowned at the card again. I hadn’t even realized that I had a stepsister now, too. Nobody seemed to mention her.
I took the dress into the bathroom and finished drying off. Once I was finished, I pulled the dress on and looked at myself in the mirror.
It was tight and revealing. The neckline plunged down, showing off my breasts, and it was tight around my hips. I was afraid to even walk in it in case my ass suddenly fell out.
There was no way I was wearing it, but the message was clear: Lucas wanted to see me in it. And the mere thought made my pussy wet all over again.
Stop it, Natalie, I thought to myself. Get yourself together. He’s just teasing you.
I pulled the dress off and carefully draped it over a chair. I couldn’t wear it, but maybe I could use it for revenge someday in the future.
More importantly though, I was very curious about this stepsister I hadn’t heard of. I made a note to make sure I met her at dinner, or at least asked about her.
Shaking my head, I started to get dressed in something a bit more appropriate. Damn Lucas. I didn’t care if he was let down. I wasn’t about to show up in that dress in front of my new family, even if I wanted to get the hell out of here.
He could go tease someone else. I wasn’t going to fall for it anymore.
That was what I told myself, at least. I didn’t want to go to this dinner, but I also didn’t feel like making a scene with my mother and my new stepfather. I might as well try to get along with them, at least until I figured something else out.
A knot in my stomach, I finished getting ready, trying not to think about the dress draped over the chair and what it meant.
“Thank you for coming, everyone,” Arturo said. He stood at the head of a long table in the middle of a large banquet hall. At least twenty other people, mostly other men, sat at the table, and everyone held up their glass of wine.
“As you all know, I have not taken a new bride in a very, very long time, which is why my marriage to Camille is very important and dear to me. I hope you all welcome her and her lovely daughter into our family. To Camille, my love, salute.”
Everyone repeated “salute” and clinked glasses.
I avoided Lucas’s look. I was seated next to my mother at the one end of the table. Arturo was at the end, one place setting was empty to Arturo’s right, and Lucas was seated across from me.
“Thank you, darling,” Mom said. “That was lovely.”
“I meant every word.” Arturo looked at me. “I hope you’ll feel welcome here, Natalie. I’m very glad you’re a part of my family.”
“Thank you,” I said.
Camille kissed him. “You’re too kind, Arturo.”
“Nonsense,” he said, and the two of them began talking quietly to each other.
I felt like I was going to retch, so I looked away.
Lucas caught my eye. “What do you think?”
“Of what?”
“This.” He gestured around him. “Pretty absurd, right?”
I laughed. “A bit much, yeah.”
The room was enormous, and the table was set right in the middle of it. Staff came and went with the food, placing fine wines and other delicious things on the table in front of the guests. I didn’t know who anybody was, although Arturo had briefly introduced them all at the beginning.
They were all “business associates,” which clearly meant they were all important mobsters. Nobody was saying that out loud, of course, but the implication was pretty clear.
The first course came, and I started eating. I avoided Lucas’s eye, although he became embroiled in a conversation with the portly man next to him. I kept wondering about my stepsister and why she hadn’t shown up yet. I assumed the empty seat was meant for her.
After the salads were cleared, I leaned in toward Lucas. “So,” I said, “where’s this famous sister?”
Lucas paused and glanced at his father. “In her rooms, I expect.”
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�Why isn’t she here?”
He gave me a strange look. “Louisa is busy. That’s all.”
He seemed to be avoiding the question entirely, and I could tell by his expression that I shouldn’t press.
“Did you get my gift?” he asked.
“Obviously,” I said.
“Not obviously since you aren’t wearing it.”
“That wouldn’t be appropriate.” I felt myself blushing, wondering if anyone was listening to us.
“Just a simple gift, Natalie.” His smile was so disarming, so handsome. “Nothing more than that.”
I felt his foot suddenly move up my leg.
What an asshole. I kicked him away and he grinned even larger.
“Natalie,” Arturo said suddenly, “what are you studying at school?”
“Computer science,” I said.
“Computers!” Arturo exclaimed, laughing. “You would get along well with Louisa.”
I glanced at Lucas and he looked surprised. “I’d love to meet her,” I said.
“Ah, well, soon enough,” Arturo said.
“I would too, Artie,” Mom said.
Artie? I wanted to fucking vomit.
“Soon, very soon.”
“Louisa keeps to herself,” Lucas said quickly.
“What do you mean?” Mom asked. “I’m her new stepmother. I should at least meet her.”
The look on Arturo’s face was strange. “Mother,” I said quickly, “maybe you should tell Arturo and Lucas about your last show.”
“Well, I’d love to.” She launched into a description of her last reality show.
Mom was always good for a quick distraction, especially if you asked her about herself. But I could tell there was something weird about Louisa, something that strained Arturo and Lucas’s relationship.
The night wore on slowly, and I began to get bored. As the main course was removed, I felt my phone vibrate in my bag. I reached down to the floor and pulled it out.
One text from an unknown number. Having a good time?
Who is this?
Look up.
Lucas had his phone out and was smirking at me. “How—”
“Lovely wine, right?” he said quickly, interrupting me.