Mob Princess

Chapter Seven

Luca

Alice was impressed, I could see it in the way her eyes slightly widened as I opened the car door for her. The candy red Lamborghini wasn’t exactly mine, but it was the car I had chosen to impress her with from my uncles collection. It was showy and screamed wealth and I knew just by the way her eyes lit up that I had made the right choice.

She was impressed.

My little country bumpkin.

Still it was all going exactly how I needed it to.

Though it had been hard to turn my back on her as she slipped her dress over her head, when every fiber of my me wanted to throw her down on the nearest bed and see if she was as much a good girl as she seemed. My bets were on NO.

I was betting she was dynamite in the sack.

It was something I planned on finding out sooner rather than later.

“Wow” Her voice was quiet as I motioned for her to get in, her flowing flower covered dress hitching up a few inches more giving me a great view of her slim legs. I couldn’t wait for them to be wrapped around my neck.

My hands hit buttons as I slid in next to her, shutting the doors and trapping us together in the cool dark confines. The leather seats warm against my skin as I turned the air con up full.

“You like?” I slid my eyes over her, not bothering to hide the hope in them. It would be so much easier if she was impressed by material things. Those I had plenty of.

“Its…” She hugged herself. “It’s just wow... I’ve never been in a car as beautiful as this one before”

“Its not as beautiful as you are baby”

There was that creeping blush again. Making her seem so much younger than she was and making me grow hard in my pants. “So, what would you like to do today?”

“I thought you had something planned? You know when you came into my room and pretty much kidnapped me” Her voice was joking, and I felt my hand reach for her knee. I squeezed it, fingers cutting in.  “Oh I have plenty of ideas “ She had to realize what I wanted to do. Surely, she wasn’t that naive.

The look she threw me told me she knew exactly what I had wanted to do, I had an instant of rage. Rage because part of me had wanted her to be a virgin. I had wanted to take that honour for myself. It was my right, but the anger passed when she pressed her small hand over mine. Her skin warm.

“Luca”

“I know, I know. No s*x before marriage, right?” I inched the car into the traffic of the strip. Wanting to open her up and show Alice the thrills of being in such a powerful machine but not able to.

“s*x before marriage” she giggled like a schoolgirl. “I’m afraid it’s too late for that”

My hand on her knee tightened. Yeah knowing it was one thing, hearing about it from her lips was a totally another.

“I don’t want to hear it baby” I knew my voice was a growl, commanding, possessive. It was a voice that made grown men cow in fear and yet here she was. My pretty little English rose, laughing in her lilting voice.  “No ex-boyfriend talk ok, not when you wont even let me kiss you”

There was a moment of silence as she digested the news, then she lent over. Brushing her lips over my cheek and I nearly crashed into a parked car. I wanted to grab her and pull her onto my lap. The way she had been the night before.

“Is that better?”

“Not even a little bit” I winked at her, “But it will do for now” I added ominously. “So, tell me about you Alice?”

“What would you like to know?”

“I don’t know, everything. Didn’t I say I wanted to get to know you this week? What do you do for work?”

She paused for a second to long, chewing on her lip.  

Was she embarrassed about her job? Maybe she had no job at all. Though she didn’t come across as a young woman who would let anyone, not even a parent pays her way.

“I work as a waitress” She finally admitted, there was laughter in her eyes. “in an Italian restaurant” she choked back a laugh I couldn’t hide my smile. “but that’s only part time of course around University”

“Its fate”

“I wouldn’t go that far Luca, just a strange coincidence”

“No, it’s def fate. I’m Italian and you work in an Italian restaurant. Tell me do you have Italian blood to?”

She shook her head. “No as far as I know, I don’t know my dad though. He walked out on us when I was still a toddler”

I mulled that over, my eyes fixed on the road. Walked out on her when she was barely out of diapers? Was that the story her mother had told her?

“So, who knows, I might do” She shrugged, and the spaghetti strap of her dress slipped off her shoulder, I reached out instinctively and righted it. Feeling her tremble under my touch. “And you said you are University?” I was desperately trying to make small talk, anything to keep my mind on track and not in the gutter where it was headed.

“Yes, I just graduated, but will be back to start my post graduate work”

“Doing?” I prompted, she seemed so nervous talking about herself.

“Nursing, I’m going to be a nurse. This is like my last adventure before I have to settle down and become a real adult” Her laughter was nervous, but her face was serious. As if she thought I would laugh at her.

“Then we best make it an adventure to remember” I flashed her my dirtiest smile.