Chapter 1
Angelo
I glanced at Matteo and nodded as he took a seat in front of me. I knew him well enough to know this wasn’t a social call. He needed something from me. A favor.
“What can I do for you?” I asked.
Matteo let out a long sigh. “My sister, she… I hate to ask you of this. Would it be okay if she stays here? Just until I figure something out.”
“Sister?”
This was the first I’m hearing about close family. Of course, there’s his cousin Roman. I’ve never once heard him talk of a sister.
“I had to bail her out of jail last night. Apparently, she tried to bust the tigers out of the zoo.”
Tigers, huh?
“We’re family, yes?”
“Yes, boss.” Matteo replied.
“I’ll have Carmella prepare a room for her.”
“Are you sure? Vivianna can be quite difficult at times.”
I waved him off.
“Any family of yours is family of mine. How old is she?”
“Seventeen.”
Barely legal.
Well, fuck me.
“Should I lock the liquor cabinet?”
“That would be advisable, boss.”
“I’ll arrange a car to pick her up. All I need is an address.”
Matteo chuckled softly. “About that, I should be the one to pick her up. She’s not going to be very happy when she finds out my plan.”
I raised a brown in question.
“She’s a brat, but she’s still my sister. I might have to use force to get her here.”
“You’re going to drug her?” I questioned.
“If it comes to that, but I hope it doesn’t.” Matteo answered.
“Go. When you get back, bring her to me. I have some rules for her.”
Matteo gave me a single nod and stepped out. I took off my jacket and loosened my tie. My finger pressed the intercom button. “Carmella, prepare a room. I’m expecting a guest.”
“Yes, Sir.” She answered.
Seventeen.
I chanted over and over in my head.
She’s seventeen.
Off limits.
Best friend/ second-in-command’s kid sister.
Maybe she’ll be ugly. I laughed at myself. No way in hell she’d be hideous. Not with her being a Fiorentino. Just look at Matteo. Devilishly handsome. I’m not gay, but he is. So is Roman. Maybe she’ll be disgusting.
I poured a glass of whiskey and took a drink to calm my nerves.
Satan taunted me.
You know she won’t be ugly.
I took another drink.
Fuck!
Best friend’s sister.
Off limits.
Do. Not. Touch.
I cleared my throat when I heard a knock at the door.
“Enter.”
Vito opened the door for Matteo. In his arms, he carried the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on. I was fucked. So. Damn. Screwed. Matteo laid her on the sofa and let out a frustrated breath. “She didn’t go lightly, so I had to sedate her.”
“Go put her in the guest room next to yours.” I commanded him.
I don't think I need to say this, but I'm going to anyway. Don't fuck my sister. Make sure everyone else knows that too.”
“Never. She's not my type. Too blonde for me.”
That was a damn lie. Vivianna was exactly my type. That's why I needed to keep my distance. If I got within reach, I would touch her. Fuck her. Claim every inch of her body.
It’s been a few days since Vivianna has started staying here. So far, I’d successfully avoided her like the damn plague. I’d yet to go over the rules. I don’t know how many times I’ve used Carmella only to pretend it was Vivianna. Hell, I wished it was her.
That’s your best friend’s sister, perv.
Don’t think of her like that.
I sighed when I heard a soft knock at my bedroom door. I swallowed hard when I opened the door. There she was looking all…
Fuck me.
“Miss Vivianna, how can I help you?”
“Mr. Valentino, I wanted to come personally thank you for letting me stay here.”
“It’s no problem.” I muttered.
Vivianna pushed her way into my room and shut the door. She placed her hands on my chest and ran down my body, stopping at my belt. “Let me thank you properly.”
Matteo was right. This girl is a troublemaker. T-R-O-U-B-L-E. A bad girl. Very bad girl. All I want to do is bend the Princess over my knee and spank her for being a damn tease.
Don’t give in, Angelo.
Fight the urge.
I grabbed each of her wrists and pinned them to her sides. “Stop, a thank you is fine. While you’re here, I want to go over my rules.”
Vivianna rolled her eyes and scoffed.
“Rule number one, don’t roll your eyes at me. If you were anyone else, you’d be lying in a pool of your own blood.”
“Rules?” Another eye roll. “I thought you were cool. Big. Bad. Man.”
“I am cool, but you’re underage and lack discipline and respect. Rule number two, no alcohol and drugs.”
“And what happens if I break one of those rules?” Vivianna teased.
“You really don’t want to find out, Princess.”
“But if I did, would you punish me?”
I closed my eyes and cursed under my breath. “Rule number three, do as I say.”
“Let’s say I’m drunk, would you bend me over and spank me? Punish me for being a naughty little girl?”
Christ!
This is absolute torture.
If only she knew.
“Obey the rules and we won’t have a problem. Be a good little girl and do as I say. Be a bad girl and I’ll be forced to tell Matteo. Dinner is served at six o'clock sharp. Don’t be late.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Don’t say shit like that.” I hissed.
Vivianna pressed up against me and whispered. “Don’t you like it when I call you that, Daddy?”
“No!” I growled. “I don’t.”
That’s a lie. I loved hearing her call me that.
“But your dick seems to like it. It’s so hard, Daddy.”
“Go to your room. Now!” I demanded. “I don’t want to see you until dinner.”
She pouted. “Fine.”
Thankfully, she obeyed. But now, I had a problem. My dick was raging mad at me. Hard as steel.
I stormed towards my office and called for Carmella. She entered and locked the door. She knew what I needed.
“Knees, sweetheart. I need your mouth.”
Carmella sunk to her knees as I freed my cock. She eagerly took me in her mouth. Sucked me greedily.
“Fuck, sweetheart. That’s a good girl.” I groaned.
I wrapped my hand around her blonde hair, forcing more into her mouth. Tilting my head back, I closed my eyes and moaned. I imagine it’s Vivianna's sweet mouth sucking me off. Taking every inch. Gagging on my dick. Whimpering for Daddy.
My hips jerked as I spilled into Carmella’s mouth. When I opened my eyes, Carmella cleaned the rest of my cum with her tongue.
I helped her up and whispered. “Thank you. Meet me in my room after dinner.”
“It’s her, isn’t it?” Carmella asked.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“If you want, you can pretend I’m her. I can…”
“Enough. You can go now. Remember, my room after dinner.”
“Of course, Mr. Valentino.”
“And not a word to anyone.”
“Yes, Sir.”