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“I’m just not sure how to break the news to my father about us getting married,” I admit solemnly, the euphoria of the evening fading fast. A whirlwind of emotions hits me all at once—fear, doubt, the overwhelming urge to flee and avoid a confrontation with Paolo Rinaldi. I recently overheard him on a call with Carlo Beneventi, and it was clear their discussion was not pleasant. My father ordered Carlo to stand down on a botched arms deal, leading to heightened tensions between our families.
“Let’s not worry about that tonight,” Nico suggests as we pull up to the valet at the London House Chicago. He's right; there's nothing we can do now except enjoy the rest of the weekend. Taking his hand, I step out of the limo as he retrieves our bags and arranges with the driver for our pick-up time. The hotel is luxurious, situated on the Chicago River with twenty-two floors. Its glass structure offers magnificent views, setting the stage for a memorable weekend. After checking in, the concierge promptly sends a luggage attendant to escort us to our room. Nico and I eagerly anticipate the long overdue privacy and relaxation that awaits us.
The elevator ride seems to take forever but, at last, we arrive at our room. The Presidential Suite has a breathtaking view of the city, and I stand by the window, mesmerized by its beauty. Nico’s arms envelop my waist, his warm lips trailing along the heated skin of my neck. A soft moan escapes my lips as I realize how much I truly missed him. Leaning into his embrace, I find solace in his presence, a rare moment of tranquility amidst the turmoil that holds my life hostage. Closing my eyes, I allow a sense of peace to wash over me. It’s been too long since I’ve been able to truly relax.
My father’s constant pressure weighs heavily on my emotions, urging me towards a path I have no desire to follow. I refuse to live a life filled with paranoia, constantly looking over my shoulder and trusting no one around me. That's not living—it's merely surviving. I yearn for something more.
But I can’t help but wonder, will our fathers ever allow us to live in peace?
“Nico, what will we do if Carlo and Paolo refuse to let us get married?” I voice my concerns, unable to shake the worry gnawing at my stomach.
“We'll deal with it when the time comes, but I assure you, no one will stand in the way of us being together,” Nico responds with unwavering confidence, though a hint of doubt lingers in my mind.
“You don't understand the lengths my father would go to stop us. He can be relentless when it comes to me,” I confide, feeling the weight of my father's determination.
“Let me handle your father. Why don't you go take a shower while I call room service for some champagne?” Nico suggests breaking the tension building in our sanctuary.
“You're right. Now isn't the time to worry about this. We should be celebrating,” I agree, walking over to retrieve my toiletries. Before heading into the bathroom, I give Nico a grateful kiss, thankful for his reminder to cherish this moment. Entering the expansive bathroom, I turn on the shower and swiftly remove my clothes. Knowing it typically takes me about an hour to dry my hair if I wash it, I forego the indulgence of the rainfall showerhead and opt for the handheld nozzle mounted on the wall. As the warm water cascades over me, tension melts away from my body, soothing my muscles. Yet, despite the calm of the shower, I find myself grappling with the uncertainty of my future, standing at a crossroads.
Nico
While I empathize with Lili's concerns regarding Paolo, I refuse to let it overshadow her evening. Crossing that bridge when we reach it will undoubtedly pose challenges, but I refuse to idly stand by while he dictates her life. After enduring his nonsense for the first twenty-one years of her life, she deserves nothing but happiness. Luca has confided in me his desire for his father to mentor him in the same way he does Lili. He yearns for this lifestyle, so I can't help but question Paolo's insistence on Lili assuming the reins. Carlo doesn’t share the same optimism of a woman holding any type of leadership position within a family. He vehemently opposes the idea of a woman leading an entire territory. Instead, he believes women belong in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant.
As I recline on the bed, Lili emerges from the bathroom, her demeanor noticeably more relaxed than before. The champagne is left forgotten as she gracefully walks towards me, allowing her towel to slip to the floor. Without missing a step, she releases her hair, the thick waves cascading around her and it’s by far one of the most enticing things she’s ever done.
“Don't move,” she orders just as I begin to rise from the bed.
When she’s close enough, I reach out, pulling her between my legs, craving the sensation of her skin against mine. I’ve missed touching her, kissing her, fucking her, and I’m sure this weekend won’t be enough time to show just how much. As she starts to unbutton my shirt, my hands instinctively go to her breasts, delicately exploring and caressing. Pulling a nipple into my mouth, she gasps, pausing her movements.
“Please, Nico, don't stop,” she implores urgently.
Although she wants me to continue, my intention is to take my time and explore, reacquainting myself with every curve and sensitive spot of her body. I want to make the most of our time because, truthfully, once Paolo discovers our engagement, he’ll do everything in his power to keep us apart. Pausing her hands as she reaches the last button of my shirt, I rise from the bed and pick her up in my arms. Cradling her close, I kiss her mouth, needing to taste her lips. Fresh mint teases my senses as I gently lower her to the bed, propping her against the pillows.
“Stay right here, sweetness,” I say, remembering the silk scarf tucked in my pocket. Her lust filled gaze track my every move as I undress, joining her on the bed.
“Give me your hands, Lili,” I order, stretching the fabric to its full length. Looping once, then twice around her wrists, I secure the knot and raise her arms above her head.
“No matter how you feel, keep your arms just like this.”
She slowly nods her head and softly whispers,
“Okay.”
Her skin feels warm as I straddle her chest, staring deep into her lust filled eyes. Slowly stroking my dick, my eyes are drawn to her mouth as she licks her lips.
“Don’t worry, sweetness, I’ll fuck your mouth soon,” I tease, her eyes flashing with hunger. The thought of her taking me deep in her throat causes me to grip myself a little harder, relieving some of the ache.
“Open your mouth for me,” I encourage, her lips automatically opening. She doesn’t answer, just obeys like the good girl she is. Gently slipping my fingers into her mouth, she eagerly sucks them, igniting a primal need within me. Coating my dick with her saliva, I gently squeeze her breasts together, gliding my cock between them, moving slowly and deliberately. I swallow hard, struggling to maintain control, but watching my Lili’s eyes spark with desire pushes me closer to the edge. The tip of my cock brushes against her lips with each stroke, her tongue darting out, lapping hungrily at my pre cum.
Fuck, this feels good and as much as I want to come all over her beautiful breasts, I release them and move down, settling between her thighs. Starting from her neck, I take my time, kissing, licking, and tasting every inch of exposed flesh. Her nipples harden causing a strangled moan to escape her lips, telling me that she’s loving this just as much as I am. Goose flesh and a light sheen of sweat breaks out over her skin, emitting a slight shiver. Lili has always been so responsive to my touch and because it’s been two months since our last encounter, she’s even more sensitive to my gentle assault. Her breathing grows faster, more audible as I kiss and nip the inside of her thighs.
“Please, Nico, I need you inside me,” she pleads, expressing her frustration.
“Not yet, my love. I want to taste you first,” I breathe, dragging my nose along her slit.
Her gaze flickers with anticipation as she bucks against my mouth, pleading for me to continue. Pressing my lips against her pussy, I lick and tease around her clit as she fucks my mouth. Short movements of her hips that make me dizzy with a need to be inside of her. Drawing her clit into my mouth, I lightly bite down, alternating with sucking as her hips move faster. The muscles of her thighs twitch as I bring her closer to release. Lili is the reason I get out of bed each morning, determined to build a future for us. She is the air I breathe and I can’t wait for the day I can be with her like this every day.
“Nico, I’m going to come,” she grits out as I spread her thighs even wider, inserting two fingers deep inside her warmth. She’s so fucking wet and tastes so fucking sweet that I’m not sure I’ll last once I’m inside her.
