🌹Iris' Pov

After I'm dressed, I make my way down the left, white staircase gripping onto the gold bannister railing so my heels won't slip and I don't fall on my derriere cause Lord knows that would be embarrassing.

Strolling into the foyer just in time I find Rosie opening the door with a smile on her face, mustering up a grin, my parents walk in, hand in hand.

I love my parents, they've always been the best, especially my dad but since recently our relationship has been a bit rocky since the whole marriage business arrangement, they see it as the best for me and I saw it for what it is, a curse.

"Mom, Dad." I gush giving them both tight hugs.

I can't say I don't miss them dearly, despite what they did, they are still the same people who showered me with much love and devotion.

"The house looks beautiful, sweetheart." My mother comments with a pretty smile, she takes her coat off and hands it to Rosie.

I've always been said to look like my mother, some people even go as far as saying we could be twins. Personally the resemblance was lost on me but still it was a compliment as my mother was quite beautiful with her pin curled black hair and flawless chocolate complexioned skin.

"Thank you, mom." I smile, looking around at the house myself.

I was never one to care much about interior decoration but the house truly is beautiful with it's immense space, domed ceiling as well as double white staircase that clashed well with the waxed marble tiles and cream walls it was a sight to behold. And that was just the foyer. I had to say Luca had quite the taste.

"How are you, princess?" Dad inquires, his usual jolly grin on his aging face.

I've always been a daddy's girl, working my hardest to make my dad proud which he always is. I know his top priority is always my safety as a result of his job as a lawyer (hence the reason for Luca and I's marriage) who is always wrangled up in bad business and gangsters, he always needs me safe. Once I had asked about how marrying Luca would keep my safe but all he said was "The Donario's are powerful people with deathly pawns."

I didn't question him further but left it at that, even though to this day it kept me up at night, well that and other things.

"I'm fine daddy, how are you?" I mumble softly, pulling my face from his hands.

"Hmph. I'm doing better now, I missed you, kid." He chuckles heartily as we walk into the living room. "Now where's that husband of yours?" He claps his hands together.

"Mr. and Mrs. Harding, how wonderful to see you." Luca greets in that smoky alluring voice, making me snap my attention to where he sits, no not sits, lounges like a king.

With an unabashed grin he lifts up from his seat on the white leather couch handing my father a drink, that I definitely don't doubt is whiskey.

Gazing at Luca through the corner of my eye, I look him up and down and boy let me tell you, the man is certainly dressed to impress.

Wearing a black dress shirt which grips his bulging biceps for dear life, two buttons remain open allowing me and the world to see a tiny bit of Luca's smooth hard chest. His black dress pants is fitted and looks expensive, a lot more expensive than half the stuff in my wardrobe.

His dark mane has been slicked back, not a single strand out of place and truthfully if I didn't hate him as much as I did I would have probably pulled him into a bathroom and done some very very dirty things.

Don't even think about it, Iris.

"You look so handsome, Luca." Mom dotes, making me roll my eyes.

Handsome is one word to describe him.

"I'm honored Mrs. Harding but have you seen how beautiful my wife looks." Luca smirks down at me, reaching his arm out and practically dragging me to his side, his arm snakes around my waist in a manner that has me nibbling at my lower lip.

Oh, I know what your playing at.

"Aww, honey you're far too sweet." I force a smile leaning into his awfully warm embrace, hoping to sell our little act.

Gosh, he smells good like whiskey and new books.

The doorbell chimes once again and Rosie gets the door, the sound of clicking heels against the tile make us aware of his parents who walks in after Rosie.

Time to play baby.

"Mother, Father." Luca regards them, a stoic look on his face. His arm falls away from my waist as he steps forward towards his parents.

"Luca, mio caro ragazzo." His mother cries, rushing towards us, she pinches his cheeks before turning and pulling me into a bone crushing embrace. "Iris, honey don't you just look gorgeous, positively glowing." She giggles in that thick accented voice of hers.

Smiling softly, I avert my eyes with a blush. I'm not all that dressed up in the least I simply wore a white off the shoulder dress which hugged my figure rather comfortably paired with silver stilettos and my 24k gold necklace I had gotten from my dad when I was 18 years old.

My hair is into a simple bun at the top of my head with little curls that escaped to frame my petite face, I haven't even bothered to touch my makeup only a little chapstick and mascara.

"Thank you, Mrs. Donario." I smile at the beautiful woman who like her son towers over me.

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Luca's Pov

I'm not stupid, my wife may think so but I know what my little temptress is doing. Inviting our family over and being eerily sweet, she is so going to fuck with me.

It was plain obvious honestly I had fucked her over the other night by kissing that woman for jokes and now she was planning her revenge. Was I surprised she was trying to get revenge? Yes, a little. Originally I expected her to scream at me but a game, now that was positively delightful.

See, I always had a thing for games especially ones played against beautiful seductresses. And I would win. Win what? Only time would tell.

Zoning back into reality, I watch silently as my mother and Iris' gush over my wife, who flushes as her father, mine and I—somewhat—chat idly about the family business. Soon enough, Rosie waddles in, informing us that dinner is served. All conversations seize and we make our way into the dining room.

Going to my seat at the very head of the table, I sit down waiting for everyone else to do the same.

"Soooo, when should we start expecting little one's from you two?" My mother questions, leaning forward with a mischievous smile, once everyone is seated.

"Mother." I scowl in disapproval.

She wouldn't be seeing any grandkids anytime ever.

Contrary to my parents belief Iris and I have never had sex, she was too much of a prude and I would never force myself onto her. Why would I when I had endless other women I could choose from? Women who were very much willing to drop their knees and do my very bidding?

"Um...not anytime soon." Iris answers reluctantly through pursed lips. It was a better answer than what I would have given.

"Well when it does happen they will simply be precious." Juliet, Iris' mother giggles making me roll my eyes at the talk of kids that didn't seem to end. "Considering the good genes, of course."

"Iris darling, did you know that Luca actually wants 5 kids?" Mother grins from ear to ear, sending a wink in my direction.

"Does he now." Iris sips her glass, a small smile on her face as she stares at my mother.

Rolling my eyes once more at the women at the table, I glance at Iris who sits at the other end, I hadn't been bluffing earlier when I said she looked beautiful.

Her flowing brunette hair had been pulled into a semi-neat bun with wisps framing her tiny, beautiful face, her innocent big brown eyes framed by long dark lashes needed no enhancement as they lit up a room, man how they always managed to captivate, at times I even fantasized of her under me, flushed and naked staring up at me as I plowed into her, moans slipping from her pouty pink lips.

Cazzo.

The dress she wore tonight was one I'd never seen before and I have to say it only made me want to do unspeakable things to her, the so called dress hugs her assets like a second skin causing her round ass to be shown off prominently and her cleavage—

Dammit.

God, so naive and perfect, so pure to my world. So fascinating.

"Luca, did you hear me?" My mother questions slipping me out of my thoughts. Tilting my head I meet her gaze.

Running my tongue swiftly over my teeth, I quirk a brow at her in question. "Your mother asked if you and Iris will be celebrating Christmas with us?" My father responds, glaring irritated gray daggers at me.

"Perhaps." I reply nonchalantly, swirling my whiskey "If I don't have work."

"On Christmas?" Mr. Harding splutters shocked.

"Business, Mr. Harding, you of all people should know that." I shrug, emphasizing the business to show him how important it was, raising my glass to my lips I drink slowly, my eyes traveling to Iris who finds my gaze.

Narrowing her eyes at me, she shifts her doey eyes and eats quietly seemingly lost in thought, as I watch her, I notice how her eyebrows knead together and the way she scrunches her little nose up.

It's precious and it makes me want even more to see her on her knees, lips wrapped around my cock looking up at me through those long lashes.

"I'm full." I announce suddenly standing from my seat though I've barely touched any of my food. "If you all need me, I'll be in my study."

With that said I leave the room before anyone can comment, adjusting my pants as I stroll towards my study, I curse myself at thinking such thoughts of the little woman I knew would never let me into her pants.

Fucking cocktease.

Slipping through the crack of my study door, I sit down at my desk, knowing fully well they won't come get me until dinner is over and they're leaving and to be honest, I am most definitely fine with that.

I prefer the solitude anyway.

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Iris' Pov

I can't believe he just left, that fucker. He had zoned out when his mother asked about Christmas yet he gave a reasonable answer, honestly I didn't want to spend Christmas with them and saying that would have been rude. Nothing of importance was really shared but at least there was the fact that Luca wanted 5 kids.

When dinner ended —thank God —we went to the living room to talk. My father spoke in secret with Mr. Donario and I strained to hear the conversation because my mother and Mrs. Donario wouldn't stop talking about baby related stuff however I did pick up a few words and threads from the men's conversation like something about the family, safety, telling the truth and a name...Arsenio.

Arsenio.

That name, I've heard it before but I'm not sure who or where it's been said.

"Well it was nice having dinner with you and Luca." Caterina smiles easily and stands up to her model-like height of 5'8.

"I'll get Luca and be right back." I nod understanding.

"No need amore, I'm right here." Luca suddenly speaks from behind me, turning on my heel I see indeed my husband stalking into the room, hands deep in his pockets. "Goodbye mother, father, Mr. and Mrs. Harding it was a pleasure having you over for dinner."

Ass kisser.

"Bye guys, thank you for coming." I smile hugging my mother and then Luca's mother, who whispers something softly in Italian in my ear.

"Abbi cura del mio dolce ragazzo, so che Luca può essere un dolore, ma è bravo e il mio dolce ragazzo ha bisogno di te più di quanto ammette."

Again I don't know what's been said cause fucking hell I only studied Spanish in high school and not Italian.

"Addio, Iris." Mr. Donario grins kissing my hand like a gentleman.

"I'll see you, princess." Dad kisses my cheek, he raises his hand to ruffle my hair before stalling in his action and returning it back at his side. "Old habits die hard." He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Rolling my eyes with a playful smile, Luca and I watch as they exit the house and get into there cars and even until they've driven out of sight. With a sigh of exhaust I close the large grand doors, side step the man who glares at me, proceeding up the stairs. I'm soon stopped by a hand going around my waist.

"Iris." Luca rumbles as I snap my eyes to him.

"What is it?" I groan impatient, brushing his hands away I give him a frown.

"In future events I would enjoy if you did not invite anyone over to my house without my permission." He looks down at me stoically, hazel eyes a freezing temperature that has a shiver going down my spine.

I'm not in the mood for this.

"Luca, please don't you give me that bullshit about this being your fucking house. Do you not think I don't know that, God knows you remind me every goddamn day, please note that I can afford to buy my own motherfucking house the only reason I'm here is because you don't want people questioning this fucked up marriage!" I spit viciously, exhausted my shoulders drop. "And also don't you ever, ever touch me without my permission or I swear to God, I will cut your arms off with a spoon." I hiss.

Grinding my teeth I don't miss the brief flash of shock that crosses Luca's face, with a victorious "humph" I stomp off to my room. Slamming the door shut and kicking my shoes off before ungracefully bellyflopping onto the bed.

Suck on that you big fucktard.

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