Wild One

Twenty-Three

Niccolo

Vital Inc is a shell company I founded years and years ago, back when Luciano was in charge. It's not mob related, but I do use it to explain my large income.

Whenever I need to influence political aspects, I use it as well. However, it is its own company, and, like every company, needs to be run.

I run it.

Here I am, sitting in a meeting of investors, looking at my phone. Which is so unlike me.

"Sir?"

I look up. "I disagree."

The woman frowns and stutters. "W-with what sir?"

"Everything. I'm a disagreeable man. We'll adjourn this meeting. Reschedule it."

Without waiting for a response, I get up, and leave the room.

I look down at my phone. There she is, making a funny face at the camera, while my housekeeper seems very uncomfortable.

Me and my new bestie!

She captured my housekeeper, and forced her to watch movies.

Such a little trouble maker.

I smirk.

Didn't I tell you to rest? And let go of my housekeeper. She obviously doesn't like you.

She responds quickly. But look at those cheeks! So squishy!

I zoom in. I don't see it, but fine. I'll take her word for it.

Stop harassing the housekeeper and do what I told you.

Buzz kill. Fine, but I'll have you know, you have deprived me of squishy cheeks. Be ashamed.

I scoff.

If it's one thing I'm not, it's ashamed. Of anything. Sleep. When I get home, I want you ready for me.

Ditto.

I snort. Ditto? Who even says that?

***

When I get home, she is indeed waiting for me. And here I thought she'd have something smart to say.

"I've been waiting for you, Niccoló."

Such a sultry voice from such a lovely mouth.

I smirk. Honestly, I thought I'd get bored of her after I f****d her the first time. But...

I'm even more curious now. She so willingly came into my house, made herself at home. Didn't ask questions.

She's a reporter. Questions is her job.

She gave herself to me, and seems all too willing to be my little w***e. I give her orders, she does it.

It's almost like...she wants to be my mistress.

Like she wants to warm my bed. She wants...

Well she wants something from me. I can't tell what, but she's willing to use her body to get it so I assume it's something important.

Money? Fame? Revenge?

Maybe she just wants to be f****d like an animal by a man who'd slit her throat if she betrayed him.

I'll figure it out.

"I see," I undo my tie, "Why is that, anyway?"

She offers a sultry smile, getting out of the bed, her body bare to me.

"You told me to didn't you," She sashays toward me, standing on her toes, kissing me like she loved me. Like she breathed for me.

I pull back. This woman....she messes with me.

"What do you want from me, huh?!"

She smirked at me, smoothing my tie.

"I want you. All of you. I want to make you fall so hard for me, that no one will ever be able to help you back up."

She pulled me in close, those beautiful eyes dull.

"I want to break you, like you broke me, and leave you on the floor, bleeding from your heart. Then, I want to burn you down until you're nothing but golden ashes mixing in with the dirt."

I reach for her, pulling her into my arms. "I think I'd enjoy that."

"Are you crazy?"

"Maybe. But I've always loved to play with fire."

I walk us back to the bed, pushing her back on it.

She wraps her arms around my neck pulling me in. My skin heats under her touch.

"Then get ready to burn," she whispered hotly, taking my ear between her teeth.

I close my eyes, her breath warming my neck as I fall into her embrace.

For a moment, I'm not sure if I am ready. Not for her.