Feeling the extreme softness of fabric, Teresa began shifting, unfamiliar with the feeling of the expensive threaded sheets. Smooth and silky. Her hands felt the fluffiness of the blanket and she raised her head, her eyes opening as she surveyed the room.
Her blurred vision cleared and she realized she was in a room. A pretty one at that. A big and spacious, white, clean and neat luxurious room. She saw the glass door that opened up to the patio outside and she stretched, yawning before getting out of the bed and sliding the door open, looking down at the ground. It was so far. She was so far up. Her gaze roamed everywhere, realizing she was in Italy. Italy was gorgeous.
She didn't remember getting up though.
Walking back, she now felt the breeze of the wind against her thighs, noticing the lack of pants she had. She now noticed she was in a white silky dress shirt. It felt good against her skin though, but who's was it?
Where were her clothes?
She ran to her bed, flipping the pillows over and feeling under the blankets searching for her phone. After not finding it, she opened closets, looking for her duffel bag and all her things. She looked under the bed frantically, searching and searching. Did they throw it away? All her things?!
She halted as she heard someone, no, a man clear their throat and she got up quickly, only to find Luciano's lustful gaze before it quickly passed over, like it was never there. "Where are my things and whose shirt is this?" She questioned. He looked down, his eyes narrowing over her before he took a step forward, his hands behind his back.
"Mine" He answered only one of her questions. "I admit you do look absolutely divine" He stood in front of her and she couldn't help but hold his gaze. Hard not to.
"Take it off" He demanded, his voice slightly soft but more dominant than anything and it caused her to step back, baffled, their eye contact breaking. "What?" She questioned like he was crazy to even say that. More so demand it.
"Take it off, Teresa" He repeated and she now understood he did indeed say that.
"B-but I'm only in my panties and bra" She said as if he didn't know that.
Even though she constantly showed her body everyday back in Atlanta, something about being demanded to and standing in front of him, in his gaze, made her feel a little self conscious. Made her feel less confident, less bold.
Less herself.
Luciano realized she wasn't going to so he nodded. "Well then, when you decide to obey me, I'll return" He wouldn't use force on her, let alone take her out of it, that wasn't the man he was. But he would keep her there until she listened, that way she decided to herself. Her own choice.
He turned around, walking to the door and she sighed saying, "Okay" He didn't smirk with victory or satisfaction that she listened, he wasn't like that either. He turned around to look at her and she turned around, unbuttoning the shirt.
Teresa didn't know whether she felt scared or not. Not once did anything forceful go through her mind of what he or anyone else could do. He didn't seem like a rapist or someone who sexualizes women forcefully. She didn't know what to think, but she felt safe, but not safe.
Confused.
The sleeves fell off her arms, exposing her shoulders and a second later, she let it drop, not turning around to face him. She did feel a little scared to meet his gaze.
Luciano observed the details of her body, drinking in her beauty with more lust than anything else. He walked up behind her, hearing the uneven breaths of her nervousness as the back of his hand brushed against her arm, traveling over it, awakening the goosebumps. He lowered down to her waist, Teresa biting her lip to keep any small sound of pleasure from escaping.
Luciano observed every reaction as he felt her. He wanted to know how she would feel, how she would react. What her indicators of pleasure were. Indicators of what she hated. Even when she tried to hide them, he saw. Her eyes closed, her breathing slightly louder and her heartbeat quickening when he reached her thighs. Truthfully, he also understood what she felt.
"Turn around" Her eyes opened and she sucked in a breath, obeying him. He grinned as he saw her stretch marks, or what he calls tiger stripes. They were trailing from the lower of her hip, across her thigh, trailing over her ass. Something he could appreciate about a woman, stretch marks. He ran his thumb over them and she looked down at his hand, her frown appearing.
"I know," She sighed. "Men hate stretch marks. I'll try my best to exercise more or something" Teresa never felt bad about her stretch marks, she never paid attention to them. It was okay to have stretch marks when you were pregnant, that was a reasonable excuse. But if you had them because of too much body, some men would call you overweight even though she was none of the sort. She had a great body, but she did have a little bit of a stomach and her thighs weren't exactly small.
Luciano's eyes furrowed with disapproval of her comment and he brought her chin up to meet her eyes. "You display more than enough, yet you are insecure of stretch marks?" He questioned. He would have found it amusing, but he didn't because she was insecure of the smallest, gorgeous thing of her body.
She shrugged, "I know I am a little more than some women older than me y'know?" She was only 22, with too much ass and too much thighs. Her breasts were bigger than most 25 year old's she danced with. She tried not to notice these things, but she did. And most of the time, she loved her body, but having them being pointed out by him only reminded her of it.
He grabbed her hand, pulling her into the restroom and flipping the light on as he turned her around, so she could see the reflection of herself through the mirror.
"Look at yourself Teresa" He demanded.
"I am" She sighed and he shook his head.
"What do you see?" He questioned and she shrugged, him groaning showing he disapproved.
"I see, too much body for a 22 year old. Do you know how many people even ask if I got my body done? Like it's a crime to look like this." Her hands came up and slapped her thighs, making them jiggle, Luciano noticing. "Tell me what you see then" She rolled her eyes.
He smirked, waiting for her to say that.
"Let me tell you what I've learned" He said, his hands sliding up her body and she gasped as his hands cupped her breasts.
"Real breasts aren't as identical as they seem" He whispered into her ear and he slid his hand up her throat, lifting her head back to look at him. He brushed his other hand against her face, so soft that her butterflies began to awaken. " Real skin has flaws, scars" Then they skimmed down to her thighs, caressing her, following the trail of her stretch marks to her ass. "And a real body has stretch marks"
He turned her around, her heart fluttering by how gentle he was being. "They don't believe you, a 22 year old can have such a body because they don't. Because it's so beautiful, perfect, that they can't believe you can have such natural beauty because they couldn't. Don't be insecure, you're sexy in every single way." Luciano didn't believe he was convincing her of this in the first place. It troubled him that he had to. He never wanted to hear her say anything negative about her body. Never wanted her to even have the thought, because for some reason, he felt it was a disrespect to him. Because what she found imperfection, he found perfect.
Even if he concealed it, it angered him for her to think of herself in such a way. He stepped back, realizing he was really close to her and cleared his throat. "Thank you" She said softly but he heard. However he felt no need to be shown gratitude. He walked out of the room, opening the door and his designer walked in. Teresa walked out, staring between her and Luciano.
"She'll be measuring you for new clothes" He informed, nodding and closing the door after him, leaving her confused.
He walked downstairs, checking if her breakfast was done. He usually just took a cappuccino for breakfast. Sitting down, his Consigliere walked in, sitting next to him, causing him to glare at her. Everyone knew what that seat meant. Ana realized mistake and sat across from him instead. "Do you need assistance with her?" She questioned and he took a sip of his cappuccino.
"It's being handled," He answered.
"Well, I'm sure it is, but I am a woman who can talk to her about things you can't" She added and he raised his eyebrow, confused why she pushed the subject he already gave an answer to. "Ana, it's handled"
"Yeah, but don't you have other things to do?" She questioned, causing him to grow irritated and he set his cup down, fully glaring at her. "Vuoi sperimentare le conseguenze di farmi ripetere? (Do you want to experience the consequences of having to repeat myself?)
She shook her head and apologized, leaving the table.
Teresa walked past Ana, after getting dressed into a simple dress for today. Ana smiled, but it did not seem friendly. Like a dog, showing all it's teeth that would have seemed scary, but they were being nice or at least attempting. Teresa saw Luciano on his phone and she sat across from him, not wanting to bother him. She saw the plate there, her breakfast. She appreciated him having them cook her breakfast. She wasn't sure what to say after their little moment. At least it was a moment for her.
He didn't seem like a Don in there, he seemed like someone she could fall in love with, even though that could never happen due to who he was. Now, he did seem like a Don. So weird how that is. She decided to just eat silently. Even if she did want to start a conversation, he was on his phone anyway.
Luciano did realize and feel her tension once again. He didn't feel it a few minutes ago. Something about her, he couldn't put his finger on. He sat his phone down and just as quickly she already opened her mouth, like she was waiting. "When did we get here? I don't remember coming in" She said and he nodded, putting his phone in his coat pocket.
"You were sleeping" He said, "Didn't want to wake you so I carried you up to your room" Her eyes widened and he assumed why, " I did not change you. I thought that may have been invasive" She scoffed in a funny way, and sat her fork down.
" And not demanding that I take my clothes off in front of you wasn't it?" She teased and his lip quirked, amused. " Correction, my clothes. And no, you did it on your own accord, and fully aware"
She rolled her eyes, " Well I didn't want to be forced into a room all day"
" Why? You loathe me, loathe your situation and you loathe coming to Italy. Why do you want to be around everything?" He questioned, joining his hands together curiously.
" I don't loathe you" She corrected, " And even the bad things you have to try to enjoy '' She responded and he nodded.
" Well I'm glad I can't say the same" Teresa tilted her head, confused. She didn't understand but it was perfectly clear to him. He didn't loathe her, he didn't loathe her situation or anything about or of her. For anything it was quite the opposite.
He went into his pants pocket, taking an iPhone out, sliding it over the table. " All your contacts have been transferred. I am under your boyfriend, Jonathan's name, for later purposes." She wondered how he knew of Jonathan, but then she knew he had almost every resource available so she decided not to ask, as she turned on her phone.
What happened to her phone? " What about my phone?" She asked. " Trash" He answered and her eyes popped. " All my credit information was on that phone!" She voiced, loudly causing him to chuckle. She realized how much his chuckle shook her to the core. Because it was so pleasing to hear.
"Do not worry Tesoro, I have it handled. This phone has a tracking system and a microphone also for later purposes" He took it out of her hand, sliding it back into his pocket, making her frown. He grinned, staring at her. "I am going to teach you how to be a perfect seductress, a clever one." He informed and she sat up, interested in what he had to say.
"You exude sexual appeal, but that only attracts a man. A Don is much different. Be in the car in 10" He nodded, getting up with his coat and walking out the door, Teresa returning to the fruit on her plate.
"Due auto erano fuori programma, non sono mai arrivate. " (Two cars were off schedule, they never arrived.) Luciano heard Capo's voice through his phone. The problem irritated Luciano, but it didn't get him worked up.
"Quanto hai guadagnato?" (How much have you acquired?) He questioned, Hoping it was enough for the month. He hated making things difficult.
"Circa il 66%. Questo non è un buon Don Rossi".Soprattutto da quando abbiamo appena stretto un'alleanza con don Garza. Sai che penseranno che non stiamo mantenendo la nostra parte dell'accordo" (Around 66%. This isn't good Don Rossi. Especially since we just formed an alliance with Don Garza. You know they will assume we aren't holding our end of the deal) His Capo advised, stressing Luciano. He knew of this. And he didn't like it. It almost seemed suspicious. He was going to answer, when he saw Teresa, walking up to the car.
"Make the visits and take only what's needed" He responded, hearing Capo reiterate to his men. Teresa got in, closing the door and he turned his head, staring out the window. "Speak to Antonio for anything else today" Antonio was his second in command and he usually wasn't needed, but Luciano was busy today. He hung up the phone and knocked on the window, signaling for them to drive off.
Teresa stared at him from the corner of her eye, noticing his stressed expression before it was quickly gone. He is good at that, She thought. Not wanting to be read. Smart for a Don but most people wouldn't have noticed anyway. She was an observant person so she caught it. Feeling the car moved, she averted her eyes.
Luciano saw her fiddling with her fingers, before she curled her hair behind her ear and stared out the window. The action was so simple, but elegant and entrancing to him. He stared, enjoying his view of her. One word couldn't even fully describe his thoughts of her. It was indescribable. But his eyes never left her.
Teresa felt the hair on the back of her neck stand as she felt a gaze on her and she knew it would be Luciano's. Was he staring at her the entire time? She turned around, folding her arms. "Is something wrong?" She questioned, causing him to smirk as he nodded his head.
"Me resulta difícil no mirarte" (I find it difficult to not look at you) Her mouth dropped. Not because of what he said, but how he said it. He spoke Spanish?! Two can play that game. "¿Cómo es eso un problema?" (How is that a problem?) She did notice it was the first personal and honest thing he said about himself that related to her. Luckily it was a compliment.
"Un hombre como yo, mantiene su mente fija en una cosa" (A man like me keeps his mind transfixed on one thing) He answered. He rubbed his thumb against his fingers, a hand gesture of money. "Why not tell me you speak Spanish?" She questioned, curious and he shrugged, a childish thing she wouldn't have expected him to do.
"You never asked, besides I am not so fluent in the language"
* * *
The car stopped and she looked out the window, noticing they were in the city, surrounded by stores. His voice gathered her attention. "First thing to seducing a man is through appearance" He said and she nodded, now realizing this was a lesson. He opened the door for her, holding his hand out for hers as she slid her hand in his, giggling and stepping out of the car.
" Are you trying to keep me hooked on you or is this just Luciano?" She teased and he stared at her. " I could have gotten out on my own" She laughed softly, but quickly stopped, recognizing his facial features. He turned his gaze from her, staring straight.
"I don't understand how such a beautiful mouth only releases appalling words. " He sighed, shaking his head.
" What?" She questioned, confused by this statement. "The words that come out of your mouth vexes me '' It sounded like he was insulting her, and she didn't understand why so she asked how.
He stopped and nodded for his men to keep ahead while he dropped her hand, staring at her. "I do not know what your previous boyfriends or any man have done or treated you, but I assume abysmal if you are so deterred from chivalry." She laughed a little, and covered her mouth.
"I'm sorry, are you trying to say you're a gentleman?" He narrowed his eyes at her tone. "I suppose not as much as I would like to in my business" He answered honestly. Did she honestly think he treated women wrong? "A man isn't a man if he isn't a gentleman Tesoro"
"And you are?" She giggled. "Forgive me if I'm not agreeable to this but I was forced to leave Atlanta and come to Italy with you to be your seductress. Not so gentleman-like of you" Harsh, but the truth at least to her. He nodded his head, knowing where she stood.
" A gentleman is not defined by what I have done, it is defined by my character. And you don't have any idea of it. I suppose you're accustomed to disrespect as a stripper."
Teresa, averted his eyes, with nothing to say.
No, he seemed mean. "I will remember to treat you as such from now on" He said right before he pulled her arm, completely abandoning her hand, into the store. He was right, she was wrong but she couldn't help but say what was on her mind.
All through the day, he rarely spoke to her. He gave her things, demanded her to try them on, really took what he said to heart and treated her as such and she didn't like it. Neither did Luciano. It wasn't a man thing to do. It wasn't a Luciano thing to do. He admits her insult caused him some sort of feeling, was he really not a man? A real man? He never harmed women, he treated them well, and he never forced them to do anything they didn't want, at least not physically. He didn't, as a man he didn't. But as a Don, he did force small things. But that is what he did.
His thoughts were interrupted as Teresa opened the door, coming out in the 20th pair of jeans? He lost count. Teresa didn't even mind trying on so many clothes if they were being added to her wardrobe. She stood in front of him expecting him to nod or shake his head like the other times he did. It was getting annoying. And he did nod. She huffed and slapped her hands on her thighs.
"Okay, I'm sorry" Luciano stood up and stopped in front of her, folding his arms.
"I'm sorry about what I said. Please say something to me" She pleaded, hating the silence. Her breath caught in her throat as he stepped closer, holding her gaze. One of his hands dropped to her waist as he pulled her in. "What do you want me to say Teresa?" Slowly, his hand slid down to her ass.
"That you're going to talk to me now" She giggled, making him chuckle. "Is that all?" He lowered his lips to her ear, and gripped her ass hard, hearing her breath shake.
"Your ass looks great in jeans"
* * *
They went to multiple stores. He told her red and black were seductive colors but bronze and brown were classy and elegant so they bought multiple dresses in them. Classy but a seductress. It wasn't all about being a seductive woman. He mainly bought her fancy dresses, ones he loved to see her in, which was almost everything but he didn't care of course. Luciano chuckled and laughed many times when Teresa would pretend to model and pose, displaying her outfits to him.
She made his day.
His men carried their bags while they walked into a lingerie store together. " You have to look the part. Looks like the thrill every man wants, but can't get '' She nodded, liking the closeness of him as they walked around, looking at lingerie. Teresa couldn't have loved the first day in Italy even better. This is almost every girl's dream. To go on a shopping spree with no limit.
" Go for sets. Mainly two pieces as long as they're lacey and transparent" He advised. He took off a black and red lingerie set, handing it to her and nodded for her to try it on.
She gave him a confused look, "Is that allowed?" She questioned. Sure if they were disposable in some stores, and sometimes you could wear them with underwear, but she knew that's not what he meant. He didn't answer her though. Instead he said, "Try them on" She walked to the dressing room, obliging. No point in asking again.
Luciano sat on the small sofa, waiting for her.
The only thing Luciano was conflicted about was her disobedience. It wasn't normal to him and he had to learn how to adjust to it considering he took mostly everything he wanted with force or just his mere gaze. However she was ignorant to the power he had, his ways.
He checked his watch realizing it's been a while. Did she get lost in the mirror? He chuckled at his own thoughts. He didn't even knock, just walked in and once she saw in the mirror, she turned around quickly, seeing the lust in his eyes.
He strode towards her, starting from her legs, her thighs and hips. His eyes never found hers, but her body. The more he saw, the more he loved, the more he craved.
"I'm-" He put his finger up to his lips, hushing her as his hand found her waist, slowly inching lower and lower till he stopped at her lower back.
"Is it deemed worthy to your liking?" She questioned and his eyes found hers quickly and she realized why. Her throat grew dry as she spoke her next words. " I mean, if it's worthy to you, it should be for the target as well" She explained, not being truthful behind the question.
He grinned, hearing her unexpected gasp as he pulled her hard against him, cupping her ass with harshness. Her heaving was evidence of how quick her breathing got.
"Worthy?" He questioned like he was offended. His hand slid up , between her breasts and she sucked in a breath as his hand clasped around her throat right before smashing her against the mirror.
He groaned, shaking his head, not wanting to control his urges. "Quite the opposite" He answered, her eyes widening at his subtle insult, at least she thought it was.
"It hides the true prize beneath" He whispered, kissing her neck softly. He released her and walked away, Teresa staring after him baffled and shocked by his words and actions.
Did he not realize what he was doing to her?
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See with me, ain't no walking away. You gon finish this Luciano!
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