Phoenix Daniels- Beautiful Prey 3 Read online

  They flew over on Storm Enterprises’ private jet. And even though she'd been on Jack's plane before, Tammy was still in awe that she was surrounded by such decadence. She was constantly reminding herself not to get too accustomed to her friend's lifestyle. But at that moment, all she intended to do was enjoy the beautiful sunset.

  Tammy’s face became warm, and her skin began to tingle. She could feel Luca's presence even before he began to speak.

  "You, against that backdrop, it takes my breath away."

  Luca joined Tammy and looked over the rail. She turned to look at his gorgeous profile and smiled.

  "Thank you, Luca."

  He was dressed casually in a simple white shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, and a pair of cream linen slacks. Contrary to the usual air of danger that surrounded him, he managed to look relaxed and laid back. He moved to hug her from behind.

  "What are you doing up here all by yourself?"

  "Just thinking."

  "About?"

  "Well... I was thinking about the lifestyle that y'all live. This ain't my life."

  "Stick with me, Mademoiselle. I'll show you the world.”

  "I intend to stick with you, Giovanni Luciano Savelli."

  "Good. That's what I want to hear."

  "Do you know what I want?"

  "Tell me," he insisted, pulling Tammy into his body.

  "I want you to take me below deck and welcome me aboard."

  Luca wasted no time lifting Tammy into his arms and carrying her to their cabin. He welcomed her aboard until they arrived at their destination.

  LUCA

  Luca relaxed on a beach lounger on the white sandy beach of Jack's island. He was doing his best to not to look as Tracy walked past him in a sexy swimsuit with strategic cut-outs. She had curves that could wake the dead, and he was very much alive. He didn’t even feel guilty. After all, he was Sicilian. Tracy had a body that was meant to be looked at. Sophia Loren-like curves were worshiped in his homeland.

  Of course, by this point, he was fully aware that he was falling hard for Tammy. Her beauty and fire had conquered him. And not only had she stolen his heart, but so had David. Ever since the night Luca roomed with him at Tammy's apartment, he'd been attached to the little guy. And every morning, before Tammy awakened, Luca went into David's room to check on him. He could honestly see himself raising the boy as his own.

  Luca's skin tightened instantly, and thoughts of David were immediately stowed. He sat up, raising his sunglasses. It was an honest to God "Spidey sense." He felt it every time Tammy was near. He turned to his left.

  No, Tammy. He turned to his right. There she was, walking toward him in the skimpiest white bikini.

  'My God.'

  They had been on the island for three days, and he couldn't get enough of Tammy in a bikini. Her body was fucking amazing. It was so obvious that she danced for a living. Her six pack was like something that one would see on that American television show that Gianni constantly watched, American Gladiators. Her legs, so strong and shapely, looked as if they could kick through a brick wall. And those tits and hips... Luca shook his head.

  As she jogged over to him, her high ponytail swung against her shoulders. The white bikini against her smooth, dark skin was causing Luca's cock to stretch his loose fitting swim shorts. He couldn't adjust himself without being noticed, so he leaned back on the lounger and draped his ankle over his knee. He pulled his shades over his eyes and tried to pretend that Tammy hadn’t just awakened his cock. He concentrated on the ocean and attempted to stifle his hard on. Too bad that Tammy had no intention of cooperating. She stood in front of him, lifted her shades to the top of her head, and straddled his lap. Judging by the smirk that she donned, she was amused by his excited cock.

  Yep. She was.

  Because she sat directly on his hard-on and ran her fingers over the bare skin of his chest, her actions did nothing to calm the beast that was growing in his trunks. Luca knew exactly what she was doing. She was trying to prove that she could handle him. Probably since more than a few tears had escaped her eyes when he was fucking her no less than two hours ago. "Go play with your friends. Assert your control tonight when we're alone," Luca said, with a sarcastic smirk.

  "Shut up," she chuckled, slapping his chest.

  "Go!" he urged, trying to play it cool. He was unable to ensure that he wouldn't pull her bikini bottom to the side and slide inside of her. But Tammy wouldn't budge. So Luca lifted himself from the chair with her still in his arms. He was using her body to shield the bulge in his shorts. He held her tight and ran toward the water. Tammy screamed and tried to wiggle free, but Luca wasn't letting go. Tammy let out a high-pitched screech as he charged into the cold water. She was pressed so close to his body, trying to steal his body heat, that shrinkage wasn't an issue. His cock was still hard as steel.

  At that point Luca knew that he needed to relieve his aching member, so he walked her further into the ocean, away from the rest of their family. He reached between their bodies and pulled her bikini bottom to the side. He rubbed slow circles into her clit, causing her to moan softly in his ear. Luca inserted his finger into her warm pussy. He could feel her muscles tighten around his finger. Tammy groaned and greedily pushed against his hand. She reached into his trunks and wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock. And when she began to stroke, Luca covered her hand with his own, stopping her immediately. If not, he would come right in her hand. Luca untied his trunks and lowered the waistband, freeing his cock. Tammy pulled the flimsy material to the side, giving Luca full access to her pussy. He guided the head of his cock inside of her, and her pussy seemed to suck him in the rest of the way. Luca let out a low growl as the soft walls of her insides contracted around his cock.

  "Ugh," she moaned, a little too loudly when he went deep.

  "Shhh," Luca warned, stifling her moan with a kiss. After all, they were only a few feet away from everyone else.

  Slowly, he eased almost completely out of her before pushing into her again. Tammy threw her head back and mumbled words that were incoherent. Luca grabbed her head, smashing his lips against hers. Shamefully, as they kissed, Luca was already on the verge of exploding inside of her. Tammy held on tightly to his shoulders, panting uncontrollably, and slid her pussy down his shaft as far as she possibly could. The desperation in her thrusts ensured that she was nearing an orgasm. As Luca pumped in and out of her, the water splashed around them like tidal waves.

  "Luca, baby... I'm about to cum."

  "Come on, baby. Cum all over my cock while I fuck your tight little pussy."

  Luca's dirty words must have sent Tammy over the edge. She bit into his shoulder, muffling a scream and came all over his cock. Luca closed his eyes and tried to steel himself, but the feeling of her pussy throbbing around him, and the warmth that blanketed his cock caused him to explode and pump hot semen into her. He dropped his head against hers and tried to control his breathing. Over the years, Luca had had his share of women, but none with pussy as good as Tammy's.

  He was whipped.

  "Damn, Luca," she whispered breathlessly.

  "Yeah... damn."

  Luca pulled her bikini in place and helped her stand. He pulled the front of his trunks up and tied the drawstring. He caressed both sides of her beautiful face and kissed her gently on the lips. Tammy covered his hands with her own. She stared into his eyes, without words.

  "I have a surprise for you."

  "What kind of surprise?"

  "The kind that if I told you, would no longer be a surprise."

  Tammy pouted, poking out her sexy bottom lip.

  "Pack an overnight bag. Make sure to pack something sexy for a night on the town."

  "Oui Monsieur."

  Tammy hopped on his back, and he walked them toward the beach.

  "You know they heard us, right?"

  "I know they heard you," Luca chuckled.

  Chapter 19

  NATASHA

  Natasha boarded the
aircraft behind Tammy, who had no idea what was in store for her. It was seven in the morning and even though Natasha was up late the night before screaming Gianni's name, she had no intention of missing Tammy's big surprise. Gianni had shared Luca's secret with Natasha the night before. But since Gianni was so overprotective, she had to practically beg him to let her tag along. She'd not only get to handle some business on the entertainment side of Storm Entertainment, but most of all, she'd get to see the look on Tammy's face when Luca presented her with her surprise.

  They took their seats and waited for Luca and Gianni to coordinate with the pilot and their security detail. Having lived in the same city with Luca for so long, Natasha was accustomed to being surrounded by big Sicilians. They were practically invisible to her, but she could tell that Tammy wasn't altogether comfortable with being shadowed.

  "Tash?"

  "Hmm?"

  "You know what this so-called surprise is, don't you?"

  "Yep."

  "Well?"

  "Well, what?"

  "Are you gonna tell me?"

  Natasha looked around to see if Gianni and Luca were watching, before leaning closer to Tammy. Eagerly, Tammy closed the gap between them and scooted toward Natasha.

  "Nope."

  Tammy sat back in her seat and gave Natasha the "stink eye." Natasha laughed. She had no intention of spoiling Tammy's surprise.

  Gianni sat in the seat across from Natasha and fastened his seatbelt. He looked down at her seatbelt; a silent command for her to fasten her own. And not only did Natasha secure her seatbelt, but Tammy had also adhered to his silent command and fastened herself in.

  Tammy looked over to see that Luca was still talking with his security team before whispering, "At least tell me where we're going."

  TAMMY

  Natasha only chuckled, and Gianni opened his laptop, ignoring her altogether. Tammy rolled her eyes and stared out of the window, thinking about how much she hated surprises. When Luca sat down next to her and placed his hand on her thigh, Tammy's mood instantly brightened. She turned to look at his handsome, brooding face, and he gave her a smile. In that moment, Tammy could actually picture him as a little boy. Then it occurred to her that she knew absolutely nothing about Luca's upbringing, and every time she broached the subject, he'd change it. He had successfully evaded every conversation about his childhood. She knew that Luca and Gianni's mothers were sisters, and Francis was their only brother’s son, but that was all she knew. She decided to push.

  "So Gianni... What kind of kid was Luca?"

  Gianni was clearly thrown off by Tammy's question. He looked at Luca for confirmation before speaking. It was obvious that Luca didn't like to be the subject of any discussion. Tammy looked between the two men and asked, "What's the big deal?" she asked turning to Luca.

  "You know practically everything about my life. Why is your life a big secret?"

  Luca reached for her hand and lifted it to his lips. He gently kissed her hand and placed it on his thigh.

  "After today you'll know everything that there is to know about me. Okay, baby?"

  "Qui."

  Luca's promise was enough for Tammy. No matter what the surprise, she was already satisfied knowing that she would be learning more about him. So when Nicole, the pretty red-haired flight attendant, served breakfast, Tammy ate and no longer obsessed about Luca's elusive background.

  After a rather short flight, they were whisked into a limousine. Since Tammy recognized the Parisian flags when she stepped off the plane, she was willing to bet that they were in Paris. Tammy was excited. After all, Paris was the Mecca of the fashion industry. And although she couldn't afford anything from her favorite designers, she could certainly look and learn. She scooted closer to Luca and kissed his cheek. Bringing her to Paris was a wonderful surprise.

  "Thank you," she said, with an excited smile.

  Luca didn't respond. He only kissed her forehead and pulled her close. They rode quietly for thirty minutes, until they arrived at the Arc de Triomphe. Tammy moved closer to the window, staring out into the streets of Paris with childlike enthusiasm. She had studied almost every aspect of Paris as possible. She knew that just on the other side of the Arc de Triomphe was The Avenue des Champs-Elysees; home of some of the greatest design houses in Paris.

  Luca pushed the intercom button and instructed the driver to pull over. The limo stopped just beyond the Arc and the door swung opened. He hopped out and reached in to assist Tammy. But when he reached in for Natasha, Gianni pushed his hand away and climbed out of the vehicle and assisted his wife out of the limo. Luca and Tammy chuckled, remembering that Gianni had a thing about other men helping Natasha out of a car. Luca draped his arm around Tammy's shoulder.

  "We'll walk from here."

  Tammy nodded and snaked an arm around Luca's waist. Joined by Gianni and Natasha, and flanked by bodyguards, they walked leisurely down the most beautiful street in Paris. The very first shop that they encountered was Chanel. Tammy had never been in a Chanel boutique in any part of the world. She had no reason to. It wasn't like she could afford any of their high-priced inventory.

  Luca opened the door, and Tammy entered. She was in awe of the elegant decor. It was two levels of steel and glass that encased a variety of beautiful things. The boutique even smelled of class. Tammy was starry-eyed with dreams of one day standing in the middle of her own fashion house. Immediately they were approached by a tall, handsome middle-aged man in a perfectly tailored suit. He was accompanied by a young pretty brunette, carrying a silver tray of champagne.

  "Good afternoon Mr. and Mrs. Storm. Mr. Savelli, it's good to see you again," he greeted in French.

  He kissed Natasha on both cheeks and shook both Gianni and Luca's hand. After exchanging pleasantries, Luca turned to Tammy.

  "Paul Bertrand, Tammy. Tammy this is Paul. Paul is the sales and purchasing director."

  "It's nice to meet you, Paul," Tammy spoke in French.

  After giving Tammy's cheeks the same attention that he gave Natasha's, Paul handed out glasses of champagne.

  "Ladies, Margarethe will be happy to assist you."

  Natasha grabbed Tammy's hand and walked her through the shop. Margarethe remained a few steps behind, just in case they needed assistance.

  "Damn, is this how they treat you every time you walk into a store?"

  "No. This is how they treat Gianni and Luca. I don't do much shopping."

  Tammy almost forgot that Natasha wasn't one for shopping sprees. Although she had gotten better at it, she still didn't much like spending money. But if Tammy had the money that Natasha had, she certainly wouldn't mind spending a little every now and then. As a matter of fact, as she found herself looking down into a glass jewelry case, she made the decision to treat herself and splurge on something that she would have normally never considered if she wasn't in Paris sipping champagne in a Chanel boutique.

  She pointed out a beautiful silver choker with a Chanel emblem in the center to Margarethe, knowing that learning the price would feel like being electrocuted. But, fuck it! She was in Paris. Tammy pulled out her debit card without asking how much the necklace was. But her bold move almost stopped her breathing when Margarethe told her that the choker was one thousand Euros, which was actually one thousand, three hundred American dollars.

  "Shall I put this on Mr. Savelli's account?" Margarethe asked.

  "No. Put it on this card."

  "Are you sure," Natasha asked.

  "Yes," Tammy answered, looking at Margarethe.

  Tammy was determined to treat herself. Had Luca paid for it, it wouldn’t mean the same. She took pride in the fact that she had worked hard enough to actually be in the position to pay for the necklace herself.

  As Margarethe rang up her purchase, Tammy turned to find Luca standing directly behind her. He was smiling. His arms were crossed, and he had a look of pride on his face.

  "It’s beautiful. I would have happily bought it for you."

  "I know
," Tammy admitted. "I wanted to buy it for myself."

  "I figured."

  Margarethe handed her a fancy bag that housed a fancy box and Tammy signed the receipt. Signing the receipt gave Tammy a feeling of gratification that she'd never experienced. She knew that she was going to have to work the hell out of a stripper pole to compensate for her impulsive purchase, but she didn't mind.

  She was in Paris!

  "It's beautiful," Luca reassured. "Let's go. We have more to see."

  Tammy walked out of Chanel, carrying her bag, proud that she was able to make such a purchase. With Luca, Gianni, Natasha, and scores of security, she walked past Dior, Prada, Dolce & Gabbana, Gucci, Louis Vuitton, and Christian Louboutin. She was mesmerized by every shop. Suddenly, they arrived at a storefront that was empty and seemed to be under construction. Luca pulled a key out of his pocket and opened the door. Without question, Gianni and Natasha followed him inside. Tammy, of course, followed suit.

  She walked into the empty shop behind them and looked around the huge open space. There were stairs and an elevator that seemed to be under repair.

  "Wow," Tammy gushed. "What is this going to be? Whose shop is this?" she wondered out loud.

  "Yours, my dear," a female voice said, in French.

  Tammy turned toward the voice. She gasped, not believing her eyes. It was the very famous fashion designer Annabella Caracciolo. Unable to help herself, Tammy ran toward the beautiful fashion icon. She grasped both of her hands, hoping that she wasn't being overly offensive.

  "Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Annabella Caracciolo," Tammy chanted, clutching her idol’s hands.

  Annabella freed herself from Tammy's grasp and grabbed hold of her shoulders. She pulled her closer and kissed both of her cheeks.