His Little Flower (Felix and Flora)

I walk purposely towards Julian’s office in the Centrall. The Underbass has always had his office on the first floor, but Jahan, being Julian, wanted a large, fancy office, so he got a floor constructed especially for him. When Julian had come in hom Italy and taken his position here, there had been so much gossip about him. About Don Mariano’s spoiled little brother who was skilled and smart, but he was so arrogant and stubborn. A political headache, Capo Luca had called him, once, while speaking to my dad. But it worked for him. He had this image – Julian Dante Rivera, not to be trilled with, because he does whatever the fuck he wants.

Julian is all alone on the entire floor, save for his few bodyguards.

“I’m here to see the Capo Bastone.” I tell a burly looking guy. “Tell him Ginevra is here.”

Within three minutes I am inside his office and perched on his lap, kissing him with vigour. I love kissing him. He’s so good at it. And more than that! love the things he does with his hands. Like he’s so desperate to have me.

“I like this surprise.” Julian says smugly against my lips. I have a surprise for you, as well.”

I pull back and stare at him. “I want to talk about something first.” I tell him.

“What is it?”

1 get off his lap and stand next to him, “Did you tell Don about us? My tone is accusatory, as if he’s done something wrong. He hasn’t, we’ve already discussed that we won’t keep this relationship under wraps. But I’m still afraid to tell Nico.

“No.” Julian says. “Have y

you changed your mind?”

I shake my head. “He came over at my house today. Asked me to solve the fight between Nico and you.”

“He needs to mind his own fucking business. We aren’t fighting

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Julian shakes his head, he pulls me by hand so I’m lying face down on his lap. My skirt is flipped up, my panties pushed to the side, 1 fingers are inside me.

“What were you saying? Please continue.”

The nerve of this man. “I’ll tell you when you stop. What are you doing, you asshole?” I struggle against his hold, half–heartedly. He captures my legs between his, and pumps his fingers thrice.

“Be careful how you speak to me, darlin.” His voice is alit with humour. “This position makes you awfully vulnerable for a spanking”

“You’re not going to spank me, Capo Bastone.” I whisper, God, do I want him to spank me.

“You think so, baby?” He slaps my ass a few times. A slight sting. I stay quiet. “I have told my mother about you. She has probably told Papa. Have you said anything to

anyone?”

Julian’s fingers are inside me again, pumping hard, and I tremble as I speak, “No, sir.”

Sir? Where did that come from?

But he seems to like it. He pushes harder into me. A hard stroke I feel deep inside my vagina, I let out a sound I didn’t know I had in me. “Taster, please. I whisper. He increases his speed, but then stops suddenly, unceremoniously. I let out a disappointed groan.

“Very well then, I suppose since you’ll be going with me to the Spanish Outfit’s party, people will realise it themselves.”

Oh fuck

“Julian.” I sigh. This is

going to piss

to piss him off. “I can’t go with you. I’m going with Nico,”

His fingers stop. He pulls out of me. m turned over so I’m sitting on his lap. I reach forward to kiss him, but he leans his head back. He grabs my as

squeezing, his fingernails digging into my skin.

“With Nico? I thought it was established you are mine, darlin.”

“I am, Capo Bastone.” I can’t help but grind against him, he left me all hot and bothered.

“Stop that.” He snaps. The rebuke stings. You haven’t earned your pleasure, Ginevra.”

I stop. A blush rises on my cheeks. He is mad at me and all I can think about is sex.

“I promised Nico I’d go with him.” I s

say.

“When you attend parties in the mafia you attend them with your boyfriend or your husband, Is he any of those?” Julian’s voice is hard.

I shake my head. “Who is, pray tell, Ginevra?

“You are.” My voice is small. He is right.

“Then who should you be going with?”

“You” I sigh. “But Julian, please, I promised him. It won 1 matter who I go with. You’ll be the one I’ll be dancing with. And kissing. And going home with.”

“It matters. The man you go with is the man who you belong to. Nico ate off your plate that day at Davies. He wants everyone to think you are his.” Julian’s blue eye

turns darker. “I won’t allow it. You’ll be going with me.”

“I already told him yes. I told him yes before we were ever anything.”

Why

hy am I fighting him on this? Why? It’s stupid.

Julian gives me a sickly–sweet smile, “Fine, then I guess

s I will be taking a

date of

I my own, Ginevra. Now I have to work, you may leave.”

“Are you mad at me?”

He stares at me for a second, giving me an incredulous look. Its not even

big of a deal.

“Fine.” I snap. “I’m leaving”

I start walking towards the door, but Julian calls from behind me. “Ginevra.”

“What?” I turn and say.

“Ask Nico to finish what I started.” He smiles, sucking on a finger that had been inside me. I’m sure he’ll do it with pleasure.”

Fucking asshole.

As soon as I’m out

out of the Central, I call Nico. He picks up after a few rings, even though he is probably at work. “Where are you?” I question.

“Working. He says, “Why, what’s up?”

“Do you wanna grab lunch?” I ask, “And we need to shop for the party”

“Yeah, sure. Wanna twin?”

“Obviously.”

I’m sure Julian will be very happy with his date.