The Daughter of the Mafia

Chapter Seven- A Liar in Truth

By the time that Juliette forced herself awake after a night of adventurous dreams, she found her head having been resting on Dimitri's shoulder. Although it had been by pure accident, she found a soothing sensation as her head fit perfectly on his shoulder. As she pulled herself away from him, preparing to speak in her own defense, she found his own eyes to be closed from the venture itself. For a moment, he appeared vulnerable to her. His dark features and attractive body language that showed through even as he slept, had made her bite her lip while observing him. Specifically, the tattoos on his body that had made her wonder if they had been significant to him. With a sudden lapse in judgement, Juliette brought her touch to his cheek in preparation of feeling his skin upon hers. But just before connecting, she pulled back, keeling him asleep for the time being. Knowing the eyes of the driver had fallen to her, she then decided to focus her attention to the countryside they found themselves travelling through. Although she had known many parts of the world, this specific part of Italy had been a hidden gem that had been kept from her. It appeared as a vineyard surrounding them on both sides with a few workers checking and even picking the grapes that sat in endless rows. As the sun peeked its way over the hills to illuminate the sight before her, a slight grunt left Dimitri's lips before he shuffled upright. At first, he seemed alarmed and even surprised that Juliette remained at his side, before a look of ease came over him from witnessing where they had been. 

When the car came to a final stop at the front steps of a beautiful Italian home, a woman with long blonde hair pulled into a braid welcomed Dimitri with a long and even enviable hug. As they spoke formalities in Italian, Juliette took in the house itself. Ivy climbed up the walls of the home until extending around the vase of the front balconies. As she was led further into the home, her eyes came to many beautiful paintings that now lived upon the walls of the home itself. It was clear by the smudges of paint upon the blonde haired beauty that she was fond of the craft herself, but then Juliette learned that she had been the artist. 

"They are beautiful!" Juliette spoke while standing before one landscape painting that showed the rays of sun in perfect likeness and each individual grape shining from its illumination. 

"You bring a girl home with taste for once!" The woman spoke as Juliette tried to decipher her relationship with this woman. The girl who was at least five or ten years older than her had a full frame and model features, but Dimitri was absent to any clear attraction to her. "Am I allowed to know her name?" She teased him as Dimitri gave a look of annoyance. 

"Since he won't tell ya, I guess I will- Geneva Lincello. As Juliette had then given her own, the two girls exchanged a friendly handshake. "Well, I must know what finally led to my brother proposing to someone." Juliette choked on the wine that had been recently poured for her while Dimitri gave a look of warning to her. "And I don't even see a ring! Oh mio dio, fratello." Suddenly, relief washed over Juliette as she learned this woman was his sister. This along with the fact she learned that she had been engaged had caused the liquid's projectile. She knew she was promised to him, but she thought it had been in a possessive way without many expectations aside from submission-but now, she knew she was in too deep. 

"As I'm sure you can tell, she is incredibly tired." He spoke of Juliette who was fighting to clench her jaw from the news she had just learned. "Can we have dinner later to talk?" He asked Geneva as she nodded before kissing him on both cheeks and leaving them off to the room they would be staying in. As she had done once before, Juliette followed behind Dimitri until they were in a room where a door then closed behind them by his intention. 

"Engaged?" She asked as the door closed. 

"I am surprised you did not deduce this yet…" he spoke beneath his breath before she moved to him to gain his attention further. 

"My father truly did sell me to anyone willing to what...die for me? Is it admirable of him?" 

"Your father-"

"Don't you dare defend him!" 

"Please keep your voice down…" he warned, his hands turning into fists at his sides. 

"I keep wondering why you would risk dying to "marry" me and now I get it...you just want what you could never achieve without his money or his power. I see the way you are when you light up when you have that power...its sickening!"

"Be quieter…" he spoke once more. 

"Is this just so you can f**k me then?!" With this question and her ignorance to his kind suggestion to remain quiet, she was pushed up upon a nearby wall, her breath leaving her body momentarily from the quick motions. 

"If that's what I wanted, I would have had you on your back in that train...or even the night we met…" her lips came open to rebuttal his insinuation of her, before he took hold of her mouth with a firm grip. "Of course, I would not oppose if you begged me to take you...maybe right here." Her eyes grew wide and her lips parted gently. She was half fearful and half aroused to these words. She did not know him well enough to know if he would take her by force, but felt if he had been the type then he would have done it by now. Instead, he seemed to like to torture with his words that dripped with the lust he omitted. "Maybe I will turn you against the wall-'' he spoke while using his grip on her waist to put her to the wall. "Maybe I will take hold of your breast and place my fingers between your legs." Her eyes closed as his palm took hold of her chest and his fingers drifted passed her navel. "Maybe I will push myself against you-" with this, his erection pressed into her back. "So you can feel what you are in for…" he commented. "Maybe I will bring my lip to your ear and-" he began to go off into a tangent of all the s****l ways he could make her orgasm without much effort. For the duration of this, his fingers teased-but never pleasured her. Only his hand on her breast sent the chills down her body-that and the words he spoke. "There are so many items in this room I could bend you over or walls I could lift you up against; the bed post I could tie you to, or the rug that I could ravish you on. I could get ice from the kitchen to torture you or get something thsy vibrates to torment you. I could use my mouth...my tongue moving inside of you, tasting every ounce of what leaves your thighs...or use my fingers, twisting them around until I found that one spot that allows me to control your satisfaction. Just to name a few." He withdrew from her, leaving her breathless once more. "Now go clean yourself up...we are having dinner in a few hours with my sister." 

"I don't need to…" she tried to make a stand by lying and saying his words held no effect against her. But he knew the look of a woman guilty of dripping panties by now and ordered her away. 

"Do I need to inspect you?" Denying this as he would then uncover her attraction for him, she moved into the shower. The lust she fell for him in this moment having grown too strong, Juliette brought her fingers between her legs-massaging herself as she closed her eyes to the feeling of ecstasy she allowed herself. Her moans were covered by the sound of the water as she set one hand in front of her to hold herself upright. Biting her bottom lip while her mind envisioned all of those s****l things he had acknowledged he could perform to or with her, she could feel her body rise to her climax. 

"Juliette…" a voice stopped her in fear. Her eyes turned to see Dimitri watching her. His eyes glued to her body, watching the water remain through every contour of her skin while he approached her. "You could have just told me that you wanted to come…" her eyes moved to his before dropping to the ground. Dropping her fingers from between her legs, she moved for the towel that hung on a rack beside the door before pulling it around herself in shame. 

"You do not have to be embarrassed with me." He explained as she looked to him with her porcelain complexion having grown accented with a crimson edge along her cheekbones from a blush she tried to hide. But when it had come to Dimitri, her blood pressure would rise; either from anger or adrenaline; but always accompanied by lust. She couldn't bring herself to comment, only moving past him before he took hold of her arm and kept her in place. 

"You drive me insane with desire, Juliette." He spoke to her as she turned to face him to see the truth in his slightly parted lips and dilated pupils. "You are torturing me by fighting what you know we both want. Knowing you were thinking of me...if you only knew how much better reality can be than those dirty fantasies in your mind..." Finally, frustrated in him insinuating the moment was due to himself, she gained enough courage to speak against him. 

"What leads you to believe that I was thinking about you?" With this, she yanked her arm back into her own possession and moved past him to find a flowy eggplant colored dinner dress on the bed waiting for her. As she had done before, she brought it to her body and then applied her makeup and put up her hair-all while Dimitri was out of her sight. Eased by this, she found him to show at the door as she emerged from the bathroom just as a light voice echoed throughout the home informing them of dinner. Of the dinners she had alongside Dimitri, she somehow felt the tension in his own body language to become high as he tended his muscles while pulling out her chair and sitting beside her. 

Geneva, dressed in an immaculately effortless yet beautiful short evening dress, took the seat at the head of the table while a man who wore a wedding ring upon the same spot on his left hand as Geneva, sitting at her side. 

"How is it that you two met?" She asked while taking her first forkful of salad to her lips. Dimitri paused, realizing he hadn't thought of a story. Wanting to show him that she was no damsel, even if previous events would make her out as such, Juliette took the lead. 

"He approached me at a club. Some men who thought that they could get any girl had been harassing me and he took me from the situation. We spent the entire night talking and found out we had a lot in common." Geneva's brow raised to this as she knew very well of her brother's occupation and couldn't picture Juliette understanding that. "But we fell out of touch as I was going back home. He stopped me outside the airport and begged me to stay, told me there was something between us that he had never felt before...it was something out of a movie." She swooned at the thought as Dimitri gave a look of appreciation before Geneva's husband commented on how he had been a softie. 

"Don't get me wrong," Geneva spoke after hearing the story. "I think you two are an adorable couple and you can see the passion there...but why did you choose my brother?" She asked as Juliette felt torn. She knew this was her chance to be honest and maybe even return home to America-but the look of fear in Dimitri's eyes had led for her to surprise everyone at the table with her words. 

"Who could not love Dimitri?" She spoke when looking to him with lust instead of the admiration that the moment had called it-but they had seemed to buy into it. Even Dimitri, and even Juliette. "Sure, he has his flaws-such as his occupation...but he has accepted all of my baggage and I would be an i***t to let him go. To be honest, we bicker more than we should for being engaged-but life with him has been an adventure and I can't imagine going through that with anybody else." His eyes narrowed for a slight second as he analyzed what she had spoken and been the truth. He wasn't given the chance of validation due to his sister than toasting them. As their glasses lowered to the table, Dimitri slid his hand to her leg beneath the table, tracing her skin. Goosebumps formed immediately as he smirked to gain such a reaction.