19

Impatiently, I tapped my toes on the floor of the car again and again. We were only 10 minutes away. I finally wanted to know where we were going. If there's one thing I hate, it's surprises. Okay, there are exceptions too.

"Domenico, would you please tell me where we are going?" I asked him hopefully. "No," he said, grinning. I roll my eyes. Why not?

A grin graced my lips as an idea crept into my little head. I slowly let my hand slide to him and ran it down his thigh, up to his middle. I heard him suck in air between his teeth. "Don't keep me in suspense," I asked him in a sexy tone, gently stroking his middle again and again. A fat bulge was slowly forming in his jeans. "Cayetana... no," he murmured, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. "I won't tell you," he said in a firmer voice. "And why not?" I demanded, mockingly ignorant, while gently massaging his bulge. He pressed his lips together hard. "Cayetana, stop it," he ground out. "Why? Don't you like it

"I swear to God, Cayetana. If you don't take your hand off my fucking cock now, I'm going to stop and fuck you right here!" he growled excitedly. I bit my lip and grinned. I suddenly felt like having sex, but we were driving on a crowded road. And I loved provoking him, did I mention that before? "You can't stop, mi hermoso," I grinned, still having my hand on his bump. I leaned slightly towards him again. "And besides, we should save the sex for bed, don't you think, Mr. De Santis?" I breathed against his ear before teasingly cupping his earlobe between my teeth.

Grinning, I slumped back in my seat and took my hand off his cock. "Have I ever said how much I love provoking you?" I giggled before letting my gaze wander to the right curiously as we slowed. We drove towards a large gate, which closed again after Domenico had driven through. The car drove across a huge yard and the large property completely stood out. I looked at it in amazement. Domenico parked the car in the yard and turned off the engine while I was still looking at the property. But before I could ask him anything, he got out before opening my door. I got out of the car and turned around to look at the whole area. I even spotted a beautiful fountain and some very neat flower beds. I turned questioningly to Domenico, who grinned. "Where are we?" I asked curiously. His grin widened by miles. "At my house," he grinned.

My eyes widened, probably losing all facial features. "What?" I asked in shock. He didn't take me all serious things home with him, did he? TO HIS FAMILY?!

"You're joking, aren't you?" I laughed desperately. "No," he said seriously and wanted to take my hand but I backed away. "Domenico, you can't take me with you!" I hissed nervously. He frowned in confusion before asking, "Why not?" I laughed desperately. "Why not? Your fucking serious?" I wanted to know. "My family knows about you anyway," he said lightheartedly. Excuse me, what?!

"W-what do you mean?" I wanted to know while my gaze kept glancing at the beautiful property. "I told them about you yesterday," he explained. "You what?" I hissed, overwhelmed. "Why are you so nervous now?" he laughed. "Um, maybe because we're standing in front of your fucking house? Domenico, you know how your family feels about mine and you're dragging me here?" I said, totally overwhelmed. "Now let's go in first!" He laughed and wanted to take my hand again, but I backed away again. "We can't just go in there now!" I said desperately and was just about to start running. But I probably wouldn't get very far with Domenico. "And how we can do that!" he grinned, before grabbing me the next moment and throwing me over his shoulder. "Domenico!" I hissed as he walked towards the large front door. "Fuck you, stop!" I begged him. "I can't enter your house! I'm a Fernández," I argued, but in vain. Domenico just kept walking. "Domenico De Santis, now put me the fuck down!" I hissed, patting his back hard, but he didn't seem to care. He can't mean all this seriously! "Domenico De Santis, now put me the fuck down!" I hissed, patting his back hard, but he didn't seem to care. He can't mean all this seriously! "Domenico De Santis, now put me the fuck down!" I hissed, patting his back hard, but he didn't seem to care. He can't mean all this seriously!

"Domenico, please! Let's just go to your apartment," I begged him again, while I was really starting to panic as he walked up the small steps. I opened my mouth in disgust as he slapped my butt. "Now be quiet!" he laughed and knocked on the door. "Domenico!" I hissed one last time before the door opened. "Mr. De Santis," a very tall man greeted Domenico, who was dressed in a black suit. A security guard? "Josh," Domenico nodded to him as he entered the foyer with me on his shoulder.

I silently watched the giant corridor. It was all very simple but nicely kept. Just when I was glad no one was around, Domenico made it a niece again. "Your brother is back and he brought visitors!" he exclaimed with amusement.

My eyes widened before I slapped the back of his head, making him laugh. "You asshole!" I hissed. "Well, well, someone has a cheeky mouth. I should put you over my knee later!" he growled, playing seriously. "Domenico?" I heard a gentle woman's voice. To be honest, I was pretty happy to be lying on Domenico's shoulder. At least I didn't have to look at anyone. Oh god, how embarrassing! "Sorella!" he exclaimed happily. "Dio, why is he yelling like that?" I heard a man's voice. "Oh," she said immediately afterwards. "Has Domenico finally brought his long-hidden pearl?" I heard another male voice. I blushed instantly. I'm going to kill Domenico! Best thing to do is smother him with a pillow tonight! "Sì", he said proudly. "I'm about to shut your mouth with your stupid Sì," I muttered to myself. "How was that, amore mio?" Domenico asked amused. "Callarse la boca!" (Shut up!) I hissed softly.

"Cayetana Fernández!" I heard an amused voice. I firmly clawed my nails into Domenico's loins. He shouldn't dare to let me down now. My face was probably the color of a tomato. "Well then I'll let you down," said Domenico and I could literally smell his grin. "Dare you!" I murmured, gripping his loins tighter, but that didn't stop him lifting me off his shoulder. And the next moment I was back on my feet.

I nervously scratched the back of my neck as I looked at the four faces. His three brothers and one sister. "Hello," I mumbled sheepishly. I was visibly uncomfortable with the whole situation. Why is he taking me home with him? Or what did his family say about it? Weren't they mad? I had to ask him later.

"Ciao," his sister smiled kindly. What, no hostile stare? Don't you mind? I took the opportunity and eyed his siblings briefly. I had hardly noticed her while eating, since Domenico almost upset me by himself.

"This is Chiara," Domenico introduced her and pointed to his sister. She was really pretty. Like Domenico, she had blue eyes. She also had beautiful shoulder length brown hair. I guessed her my age, maybe even a little younger.

"That's Leonardo the old sack," Domenico continued, pointing to the man next to Chiara. He looked very much like Domenico. He also had black hair, which he had brushed back. His arms were covered in tattoos and he also had blue eyes. I think it runs in the family. "You little shit, I'm just 4 years older than you. So shut up," he mockedly growled, which actually made me smile a bit.

"That's Pietro," Domenico said, pointing to the man who was leaning against the railing of the stairs. Unlike du Domenico and Leonardo, he had a buzzcut. And as expected, he also had blue eyes.

"And this is Adriano," said Domenico, patting his brother, who was standing next to him, on the shoulder. I think Adriano is most similar to Domenico. His black hair was a bit longer and wavier than Domenico's and contrasted nicely with his blue eyes. Through his white shirt I could see the outlines of some tattoos.

I looked expectantly at Domenico. To be honest, I wanted to get out of this foyer as soon as possible. It was just weird standing here with your siblings. "And that my dear sibling is Cayetana, la mia perla," he grinned. Is it even more embarrassing? I would love to rip off his head right here and now!!

"So Cayetana," Adriano started and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "What are your intentions with our brother?"

I swallowed. What should my intentions be? Is he asking that because I'm the enemy's daughter? I nervously began to play with my fingers. "I um...well I like your brother," I muttered nervously. What should I have said? That I love him? I didn't even say that to Domenico. Suddenly Domenico's head shot towards me and he looked at me in shock. "Just like?" he wanted to know, mock indignant. "Culo" (ass), I murmured, narrowing my eyes.

Doesn't he realize that this situation is totally uncomfortable for me? All pairs of eyes in the room were on me. I blushed again. "Okay, I'm feeling a bit awkward right now," I mumbled sheepishly, scratching my head in embarrassment. "And I don't have anything bad in mind for your brother either," I reassured her. Not that they think I'm just kidding Domenico to get any information for my family. Suddenly Domenico clapped his hands. "You heard her," he said, suddenly grabbing me again. A startling scream escaped my throat as he threw me over his shoulder again. "Now I have to punish her for her cheeky mouth," he said, giving me a quick smack on my butt. "Domenico!", I murmured angry and ashamed at the same time. In the background I could only hear his siblings laughing.

Domenico stormed up the stairs and ran down the hallway until he stopped in front of a door. He quickly opened it and then let me down. He wanted to bend down to kiss me, but I pushed him away from me. "What was that about?" I wanted to know. "What do you mean?" he grinned mischievously. "Domenico," I growled. "Cayetana," he said seductively while playfully wiggling his eyebrows. "If you think that I'll let you touch me now, you're wrong!" I said, playing seriously. I'm going to, but I wanted to let him suffer for a little while. "Why did you tell your family?" I asked. I was just so overwhelmed. I mean, shouldn't they be mad at him?

Domenico

What should I say now? I can't really say that my family knew from the start. I took a step towards her, but she took a step back. I ground my jaw impatiently. I wanted to kiss her. Why is she like this now? Shouldn't she be glad my family accepts it? She tilted her head questioningly and crossed her arms over her chest. I snorted. "I told my family because I wanted them to know about you," I said, my stomach suddenly feeling weird. What the? Was that a guilty conscience? no I don't feel bad about her! She's just a means to an end. And again, my stomach felt so funny at the thought. I shook my head almost imperceptibly.

"Why did you want them to know?" she asked, clearly confused. I tried again to take a step towards her and this time she even stopped. In front of her I took her face in my hands. "Why wouldn't I want it?" I asked her. She didn't seem to know what to say. I took the opportunity and linked our lips together. I frowned. That damn belly! But this time it wasn't that weirdly icky feeling, it was like a tingling sensation. I slowly broke away from her. This annoying tingling should damn it go away! But what was I supposed to tell her that made me tell my family? I am afraid that my answer is not enough for her. Without even thinking about it, four damn words shot out of my mouth like a gun. "