Dangerous Union

Chapter 6

Noah

I threw my head back, my eyes closed as I sighed with pleasure, the tension in my lower abdomen increasing dangerously in time with the mouthwork the maid was doing on my c**k.

Daisy, or maybe Darcy. Well I didn't remember her name. She had been on duty at home for a short time, a month, she was twenty years old and her legs were begging to be opened. All I needed was a few smirks and the excuse of a sandwich in the room to make her end up on her knees sucking my c**k. And I had to admit that she was also very good. I put my hand in her orange hair and looked down to look at her. The nose covered with freckles, the swollen mouth in which my c**k disappeared wonderfully, the drool dripped from the corners of her mouth; Her makeup had melted and slipped down her cheeks along with her tears as she took it deeper and deeper.

With the tip I touched her throat and moaned again, opening her eyes. Her teal eyes pointed at me, reddened and full of lust, with one hand she rubbed the base of my c**k, helping herself with her movements, while with the other she touched between her legs.

Oh yes, I would have f****d her there.

I pushed her mouth deeper as I moved my hips. I felt my balls tighten, and I came with a moan, holding her still as I sprayed my hot c*m down her throat. I almost felt her suffocate but I didn't care.

I waited a few moments, just long enough for my ears to stop ringing, before slipping out of his mouth. I made her stand up and lifted her skirt.

The underwear she was wearing was soaked and I licked my lips "Are you wet for me?" I asked her looking into her eyes and she nodded "Do you want me to f**k you?" I asked her and she nodded again. Then I gave her a smile as I took a condom out of my pocket and opened it, "Then get on top and let's see if you get paid well" I said as I threw the paper on the ground and took the wrapper.

I began to unroll it on my c**k, but someone decided it was time to interrupt me and there was a knock on the door, but that didn't stop me.

I unrolled the condom, picked up Darcy and spun her around, then folded her over the coffee table, making her knees on the surface. I stood up and lifted her skirt.

They knocked again and I moved her thong to the side, then rubbed the tip of my c**k against her wet slit.

Again they knocked and I pushed myself into her, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back at the same time. She bit her lower lip but didn't make a sound.

I began to slam it into her forcefully, holding her steady inside me, while everyone out there kept knocking.

"Sir," said Giovanni, my father's bodyguard.

"What. Do. You. Want" I said accompanying myself with every push.

"Her dad wants her in his office," she said, and I rolled my eyes as I continued to f**k the maid hard.

I felt her trembling beneath me, her body convulsed, her cunt squeezing my c**k as she bit her arm not to scream as she came with me inside.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her up, her back slamming against my chest, while I continued to f**k her non-stop. I covered her mouth with my hand when she began to moan with pleasure.

"Now?" I asked impatiently.

I lifted her up and dragged her to the bed, throwing her on top of her, I placed myself on top of her, encircling her neck with one arm, my movements became more furious, more violent. I kept f*****g her non-stop as she writhed under me.

I grabbed her arms and pinned her by the wrists behind her back.

"Now," said Giovanni, and I rolled my eyes.

I pushed myself even more violently inside the maid, the tension building up inside me, ready to explode but Giovanni knocked again "Sir?" he said.

"A. Moment. I 'm. Coming!" I said, accompanying myself with a push at every word.

I sank back into her and came gritting my teeth.

I sighed and slipped out of the waitress, then took off my used condom and threw it in the trash. I composed myself and went towards the door.

"Fix it and go back to your work" I told her looking at her on the bed.

Still lying with her legs spread and happily f****d. I smiled and opened the door just enough to get out of my room without showing anything.

I put my hands in my pockets while Giovanni looked at me in a strange way. I began to walk with him in tow. I knew what he was thinking, but he didn't put it into words, not that I really cared.

I went downstairs and went to my father's office, entering without knocking. He looked up from the desk, then nodded to Giovanni who closed the door behind me and looked at me.

"What didn't you understand about not doing bullshit?" he said, glaring at me.

I approached and threw myself on the armchair in front of him "You talked about stopping with Camila, not with the others" I said shrugging my shoulders.

"I'm tired of changing maids because you do nothing but f**k them Noah" he said with a sigh "And these yours ... adventures come to an end. Today," he said more sternly, "the Volkovs are coming here, now," he added, and I stood up straight, stiffening.

"Now?" I asked and he nodded.

"Irina will come to live here as soon as we sign the contract and I expect, or rather no, I expect, that you behave appropriately. Which means no more escapades, no more parties in the pool house, no more prostitutes and no more waitresses." He almost growled at me.

"Why so soon?" I asked, not at all surprised by his anger.

"Because after last night Irina has become the prey of most of the heirs of the other families, everyone wants her and many have already made proposals to Vladimir. I had to change the terms to be able to win against others and I won't let you f**k everything up. If you want to f**k you're going to f**k her. Full stop. I don't want bullshit Noah," he said.

"How much romanticism" I said ironically and he looked at me furiously.

"I knew that giving you such an easy task would be a problem. I should have called Franco from the beginning," he said, almost exasperated.

I gritted my teeth, "I am your heir," I said.

"So prove yourself as such!" he snapped at me "Stop being a spoiled kid and start behaving like a man, taking responsibility! The fate of our family depends on this union and I do not accept that you behave like a capricious child," he continued, raising his tone.

I clenched my hands into fists but didn't say a word, then I looked at him, icy "What do you want me to do?" I asked him.

"To begin with?" he said arching an eyebrow "Go take a shower, clean yourself from the lipstick you have on your neck and tidy yourself up. The Volkovs will be here in half an hour, I want you ready before then." He said and I got up and then turned around and went to the door "You will take the largest room on the third floor, start preparing your stuff to have it taken there" he said and I stopped and then looked at him.

"Will we have to share the room?" I asked in amazement and he looked at me as if I were from another planet.

"Of course you will share the room. You will get married in three months, you will live under the same roof before then, what is the point of sleeping apart? At least you will be able to give vent to your needs with the right person and with a little luck you will be able to get her pregnant right away" she said and then dismissed me with a wave of her hand.

I didn't say a word, I just sighed and went back to my room. The waitress had left and cleaned everything up. I took off my shirt and threw it in the dirty laundry bin and then went to the bathroom. I placed my hands on the sink and buried my head in my shoulders, closing my eyes and breathing deeply.

Everything was changing too quickly, I hadn't had time to get used to anything, to leave... I didn't know what I had to leave.

I lifted my head and looked at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were red, due to the fatigue that had permeated my body for some time now.

It was hard to sleep when your demons were just waiting for you to fall asleep to torment you even more.

I had red lipstick marks on my neck and my hair was a messy skein. With a sigh I stood up straight and unbuttoned my pants, undressing completely before going to the shower and slipped under the jet of cold water, without thinking too much.

My muscles were stiff and the icy water brushed against my skin, but I almost didn't feel it, while several thoughts crowded into my mind. Everything would change.

*****

I arrived at the first floor right on time. My hair was still damp but I smelled good and clean. I put my hands in my pockets as I walked down the last step, just in time to see the glass front door open and my father enter, with Vladimir Volkov next to him.

They talked boldly among themselves, but seemed content. I stood motionless at the foot of the stairs, my hands in my pockets, hoping to suddenly become invisible. My father glanced at me, checking my figure, then ignored me and continued on to his office.

Behind them she entered.

Irina kept her blond hair down. Soft waves ran down her shoulders, her eyes scanned her surroundings, almost amazed. The angelic face was devoid of any makeup. She wore a white tank top, tucked into a pair of loose beige shorts that left her legs uncovered, on her feet she wore simple flat sandals.

An informal and very simple Mise compared to the one of the night before, but it did not make it any less beautiful.

I was stunned looking at her, enchanted. Her gaze wandered to the high ceiling of the entrance, from which a crystal chandelier descended whose crystals were reflected on the walls decorated with bas-reliefs but candied white. Dad wanted the walls to be repainted at least twice a year.

When she saw the paintings on the ceiling, which recalled the many chapels of Italy, she opened her eyes and mouth wide, surprised, a particular light came on in her eyes and I knew, I realized right then, that that woman would be able to bring anyone to their knees just with her presence.

I should have considered myself lucky, f**k if I was.

Her face lowered, and finally her eyes met mine, making her stop in her footsteps.

She remained motionless, and I sighed, taking steps towards her "Do you like it?" I said pointing to the ceiling.

She blinked several times, as if trying to recover and then nodded and raised her head back to the ceiling "It's beautiful" she said softly.

Her voice sent shivers down my spine, I thought it was just a tipsy impression, but even when sober it gave the same effect.

"It recalls a paint of a small chapel in Italy" I told her stopping next to her "My great-great-grandfather loved that chapel" I continued.

"I can understand why," she said, looking still at the ceiling.

I looked at her profile, I was so close I could smell her scent. She didn't carry an expensive perfume, she just smelled like bubble bath.

"He was a fanatic of that kind of art," I continued, crossing my arms behind my back, "and he passed on his passion to my grandfather, and my grandfather to my father," I added.

"And your father to you?" she asked, looking at me out of the corner of her eye.

I laughed "He tried" I admitted "Maybe this kind of art is not for me" I added and she shrugged.

"Irina!" her father called her and she jumped.

I sighed and motioned for her to go first, I got behind her and looked at her ass.

Not bad.

"If you want to impress me, looking at my ass is not the right way" she commented without looking at me and I instinctively looked up, a mocking smile appeared on my lips.

We entered the empty dining room, except for my father and Vladimir Volkov. Irina went to sit next to her father, while I went behind mine, standing.

The early afternoon sun came in through the windows of the dining room, also giving a wide view of the garden. In the distance you could see the volleyball and basketball court, you could see some guards playing quietly. You could also see the roof of the pool house.

"I hope the new conditions have satisfied you," my father said, taking his pen

"Enough" replied Vladimir shrugging his shoulders "I was surprised more than anything else by your haste in concluding everything, and the new clause that provides that Irina lives here even before the wedding" he added shortly after without taking his eyes off my father who remained impassive.

I looked at Irina, who in the meantime was playing with her hands resting on her lap.

"My wife and I lived together before we got married in Italy. I don't see anything wrong with it. It helped us to get to know each other better before the actual wedding and in fact even today we love each other as if it were the first day" said my father almost proudly.

"Well, you are one of the few exceptions," Vladimir replied unperturbed. "I don't care what they do within the walls of this house, but the heir clause will apply after the marriage. We are a family that respects traditions and I don't want conceptions before marriage," he said sternly and I saw Irina widen her eyes and look at her father in amazement.

"What they will do will be according to them" my father replied calmly "So are we all right?" he then asked.

"I have everything I need," he answered, "I will bring Andrei after the wedding. He will follow school here and after..."

"Noah will follow," my father concluded.

"I'm going to need Noah to spend some time on Russian soil to manage the business, which will mean that they will move after the wedding, depending on how things go," Vladimir said, and my father nodded.

He took the pen and signed his part of the contract, then passed it to me and I did the same, signing in all the appropriate places where my name was to be placed. I closed and passed it to Vladimir who signed properly and then made Irina sign.

Dad sent a message in the meantime. Irina closed the contract and put the pen on the table, and then slipped the papers on the table, towards my father.

Immediately after the door of the room opened and my father's lawyer, Carlo, entered, greeting those present cordially, my father handed him the contract and he nodded, and then quickly left the room and left us alone again.

"I expect the first clause to be respected immediately," my father said, and I turned my head abruptly towards him, my eyes wide open.

"From today?" said Irina and I in chorus, she was catching a glance at her father I... also.

"Yes," my father said, looking back at Vladimir.

"No problem. I'll leave Irina here," he said nonchalantly.

"But I..." she began to say in a panic.

"I'll have things prepared, and I'll have Sergei come and bring them to you, as per the contract he will stay here with you" said Vladimir placing a hand on his daughter's cheek.

"Good," my father said, putting his hand in his pocket and pulling out a velvet box that he handed me. He nodded his head and I sighed.

After that, I walked around the table and approached Irina, opening the velvet box in which my family's ring rested. A gold circle with a precious blue stone, placed between two small diamonds. It belonged to my mother, and now she had given it to me, for this wedding.

I stopped in front of Irina and stared at her. She looked at me, her eyes wide open and full of fear, I reached out and she did the same, but hers was shaking slightly, as she herself was doing it. So I grabbed her hand gently and ran my thumb over her back, making small circles as I slipped the ring on her ring finger. I found a pleasant jolt in contact with his soft skin.

She looked me in the eyes, capturing me in her blue like the clearest sky and I felt my knees tremble, unable to take my eyes off hers, completely trapped by her.

I shook myself up and took a step back, my skin burning where I had touched it, but at the same time I longed for that touch again.

I cleared my throat and I turned to my father who nodded his head to me: "Well, we can celebrate," he said then.

*******

"Chris, can you accompany Irina to the large room on the third floor," my father said, instructing the maid.

Vladimir had recently left, leaving one of their bodyguards there with Irina, Dmitry's name. Apparently he had decided to choose four other men besides Sergei who would set up shifts to control the Russian princess, as well as our bodyguards, but obviously Vladimir didn't feel safe with ours.

Irina for her part could only seem more disoriented and almost on the verge of crying and I felt sorry for her.

"Chris will help you sort out your things later," he said more softly to Irina and she nodded, then motioned to the maid who began to climb the stairs, almost stamping her feet.

Irina looked at me for a moment then followed him, with the big Russian man behind her.

I watched her disappear in the first flight of stairs and then turned to my father "You could at least wait for tomorrow, or at least warn them" I said snorting.

"If we have Irina here, Vladimir will never have in mind to make deals with anyone else. I can't risk wasting time," said Dad, not at all sorry.

Not even that he had made a girl uncomfortable who now felt like a fish out of water, and had not even had time to get her things before being thrown into another house far from her family.

"Now go and keep her company, we need you to bond with her as much as possible. You have three months before the wedding, three months in which Vladimir might change his mind but he won't if she's tied to you," he said and then turned to go to his office.

I shook my head and began to climb the stairs two by two until I reached the third floor. Instead of turning right toward my room, I turned left, toward the hallway that led to my new home.

The door was open, next to it, looking down the hallway, was Dmitry, his arms crossed behind his back, his chest out, his shoulders exploding in the suit he was wearing. He was at least twenty centimeters taller than me, and I was not short, for my meter and eighty. But he was massive, twice as big as me. He had certainly been chosen well for the task.

I sighed and entered the room where, in the center of it, was Irina, looking out the window while Chris posed and listlessly explained everything there was to know about the house. I knew why she behaved like that. I had f****d her more than a few times, maybe a little too much, and the attitude she was having towards Irina was bothering me to say the least.

"You can go Chris" I said sternly. She jumped and turned to me, while Irina did not move in the slightest, the maid gave me a languid look and I stiffened "Now". I ordered her even more severely.

She took the blow and quickly left the room, I sighed and closed the door and then looked around.

"Is this your room?" asked Irina with her hands crossed behind her back.

"Nop" I replied and she bent her head to the side "This is a room that is left mostly empty" I said wandering around the room.

It was at least twice bigger than mine. It took up the entire west corner of the house and could very well look like an apartment from how big it was. On the right side there was a sitting room with a three-seater sofa placed in front of the sixty-inch television attached to the wall; Next to the sofa, made in a corner, there was a half-empty bookcase built into the wall and next to it there was a small modern fireplace. The bed was positioned in the center of the room, between two windows, the one on the right side was a large window that took up the entire wall up to the corner, showing the whole balcony overlooking the garden of the villa, while the other window was smaller, formed only by two closed doors.

On that other side there were two doors, one that opened onto another room which was the walk-in closet, while the other was the bathroom, consisting of a bathtub and shower.

My father had recently had the room renovated, which meant that it smelled like new, unused furniture.

"Why?" she asked.

"This is bigger" I said going towards the smaller window and opening it, immediately the summer air came in as well as the voices from the garden. I looked out of the balcony, seeing the large green land, at the bottom there was a grove that was cared for by gardeners, to the side, all around the walls that surrounded the property, there were olive trees. I could also see the large pool and the house next door.

I leaned on the railing with my elbows and looked at the back of the house. I felt Irina reach me and stand next to me, to look at the ground.

"You can't say your family spares any expense," she commented.

"He never liked to remain anonymous," I commented.

"We never had a private grove," she said, looking at the oak forest that occupied the entire final part of the land.

"Not everyone owns a private forest," I commented, laughing.

She sighed "Either a swimming pool and what looks like another house" she said pointing to the little house in the pool.

"As I said, I never liked anonymity," I said.

She sighed again and then went back into the room, I shook my head and followed her, watching her carefully as I closed the window and leaned with my elbow on the padded headboard of the huge bed that overlooked the room.

Irina opened the sliding door of the walk-in closet, then entered it and came out after a few seconds.

"It's bigger than my room," she commented, closing the doors behind her back, I shrugged my shoulders as I continued to look at her.

She opened the other sliding door, made of two leaves, revealing the bathroom illuminated by a large window on the wall, under which was positioned the large bathtub built into the wall.

Irina entered the bathroom and looked around and then managed again "Who lived here before?" she asked curiously looking around.

"None, it was my parents' room before they moved to the top floor" I said later.

"At the last minute?"

"The rooms of the head of the family," I explained to her.

"Mmmh" she said going towards the sofa, she passed a hand over the backrest, looking at the window first, at the empty bookcase then she looked at the modern fireplace off, the button was on the white wall.

"So," she began to say, "Is it some kind of family tradition?" she asked, running her hand over the empty shelves of the bookstore.

In some there were knick-knacks placed there for decoration.

"So it seems," I replied, and she turned her head to look at me for a second.

"And your room?" she asked suddenly. "Is it private land?" she looked at me.

"It's down the hall, feel free to go there whenever you want, but I think it's useless since it will most likely be empty tomorrow" I replied.

"Didn't they give you time either?" she commented, almost amused, "At least I'm not the only one," she added with a sigh before sitting down on the cloth sofa.

My cell phone vibrated in my pocket and I took it out to read a message from one of our men asking for help with a problem at one of the clubs. I sighed and moved.

"I have a question to ask. Will I see you later?" I asked almost uncertainly, looking at her.

She nodded and slipped her hands under her thighs "I can leave you my phone charger if we have the same model" I offered her and she bit her lower lip, almost uncomfortable. I bent my head to the side and looked at her "What's the matter?" I asked.

"I don't have a phone," she said with a sigh, and I frowned.

"In what sense?" I asked her.

"Do you want a drawing?" she asked me, crossing her arms over her chest annoyed.

"How do you do it?" I asked her.

"Like everyone does, only without a cell phone," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

"How do you talk to your friends?" I asked her.

"I went to a girls' boarding school, my classmates were... strange if you can say so" she said without looking at me.

"And to go out like you did?" I asked again.

"Is it an interrogation?" she snapped at me.

I raised my hands in the air, in defense "No, I'm just trying to understand. Everyone has a cell phone and social media, how do you do it?"

"My father is very restrictive; no cell phone, no social media. He bought me a computer just for studying, blocked by the way," she said.

I looked at her for a moment, absorbed in my thoughts, before my cell phone started ringing non-stop.

"It must be very urgent, if they call you so much," she said.

I looked at the screen and then looked at her, with a sigh I took a step back "See you later" I told her, almost like a promise and she greeted me with a wave of her hand.

I left the room and I looked at Dmitry for a moment, before leaving the room and going down the stairs, in the meantime I opened the chat with my sister and I wrote to her.