Corey

I hear Stefano come in around 4:00 a.m. but I fall right back to sleep. I wake later to him palming my breast, teasing the nipple as his cock lurches against my ass. I’m still naked from our escapades the night before. And of course, he never got off. I’m surprised he let me sleep this long.

I turn and push him to his back, then climb over him to straddle his waist. His eyes darken as his cock tents his boxer briefs. I free it, moisten the head with my tongue.

He groans. “I give you thirty seconds to tease. Then I’m going to flip you on your back and pound you into oblivion.”

My pussy clenches at the threat. “Oh yeah?” I slide my lips over his cock, taking him deeper as my fist works the base. His hips jack up and he thrusts into my mouth.

“Fuck, bambina. See what I mean?” He reaches for my head, and then, as if to keep himself from forcing me down on him, fists his hands in the air. Then he opens them and tears at his own hair instead.

I hum softly around his member, swirl my tongue on the underside as I pull out. A few drops of his salty essence rewards my efforts. I suck harder, hollowing my cheeks as I pull away.

Stefano growls and wraps a fist in my hair. “Fuck, yeah, baby. Take me deeper.”

I do. I take him as deep as I can go, slowing down so I don’t trigger my gag reflex.

“Bella, bella donna,” he croons.

His breathing grows short, he starts using my hair to tug me down over him faster, deeper, thrusting up at the same time. “Enough. Enough.” He pulls me off, his lip curling like the strain of holding back is killing him. “Roll over. Spread those legs.”

I lay on my belly and spread my legs wide. He swipes his fingers over my wetness and puts them in his mouth. “You taste so good, Corey.” He goes to the closet and returns with condoms and a bottle of lube. I didn’t think I needed lube, but I have to defer. Stefano is definitely a sex god. He must have some plan.

He snaps on a condom and pulls my hips up until I’m on my knees, then eases into me at the same time he reaches around and rubs my clit.

I push back to take him, shivering on a long inhale through my teeth.

Stefano stops, buried in me and plays with my nipples. “You good?”

“I’m good,” I moan, arching my back. “Go on.”

He chuckles and tweaks my nipple a bit harder before he grips my hips and uses me the way I was hoping he would. Deeper and deeper he thrusts, my hips on the perfect angle to take his full length.

I’m on a rocket ship headed for the moon when he squirts lube onto my anus and starts rubbing it in.

I gasp, trying to tuck my tail and pull away, but he won’t have it. With a few quick twists, he’s sunk his thumb into my ass. His other fingers splay across my back, and I’m owned completely. The twin sensations, double penetrations spin me out into hedonistic pleasure—total sensation, vulgar and satisfying.

I start making guttural vocalizations, panting into the bed, my eyes rolling back in my head.

He starts making tiny thrusts with his thumb that match the thrusts of his cock, locking me into surrender.

I can’t even speak to moan his name. I’m lost. Shattering, coming together. He rides me, handles me. His movements are sure and commanding.

“Uhn, uhn, uhn,” I moan with each brutal thrust.

“Take it, bella. Take it like a good girl.”

“Yes,” I gasp.

He pounds even harder.

I whine.

“Come now,” he roars and thrusts three more times before he thrusts deep and stays, pistoning his thumb in and out as my pussy grabs and releases his cock in quick bursts.

I sob with the release, utterly spent. The room spins, I can’t see a thing. Oh yeah, that’s because my eyes are closed and my face is in the sheets.

After a moment, awareness returns. Stefano returns from the bathroom with a washcloth, which he uses to clean me up.

Then he applies more salve on my ass and settles down beside me, kissing my shoulder.

Stefano

“Nico and your cousin come back today.”

I don’t know why I say it. I mean, I know she wants that information, which I got from Nico when he called late last night, but it’s a piss-poor moment to share it. But I feel the weight of what I’ve done to Corey settle too heavily on my shoulders.

I have to let her go today. Release her to her life. Keeping her prisoner forever wasn’t a solid plan.

“Yeah?” Corey pushes up on her forearm, her pretty breasts shifting to hang sideways. I cup the lower one and run my thumb over the nipple. Such sweet, perfect-sized breasts.

“I’m looking forward to meeting the woman who stole my brother’s heart.” There’s no lightness behind the words, even though it’s true. I’m trying to control the caveman part of me that’s stomping in a circle around my mind, demanding I tie her back up and never set her free.

I go for honestly.

“I want to keep you chained naked in my bedroom for the rest of my life, bella.”

“But?” She already knows what’s coming.

“But I’d prefer it be voluntary.”

Her lips twitch once and then stretch into a full smile. “It’s a bit late to ask for consent, my friend.”

“I know. But I want you to stay.”

She drops her gaze and I already know the answer she’ll give. “I gotta get back to my place.” She says it like she’s sorry, but the words fall flat. She doesn’t even offer up a reason, and I’m not going to push.

This is what she wants.

I purse my lips and nod. “I expect you back here at 8:00 p.m. for your shift.”

Wariness flickers over her expression. “Private game?”

“No. Casino floor. Where you want to be.”

I’m trying to give her something, but she only appears sad about it.

“I’ll be here,” she says, and pushes herself up to sit.

I sigh. “You can shower first. I’ll order room service. What do you want for breakfast?”

“Bacon and fruit. Too bad they don’t do Starbucks drinks for room service.”

“I can hook you up. What’s your drink?”

“Grande latte, hot?”

“You bet.” I get up and dial the front desk to send a bellhop over to the in-house Starbucks for me, then call room service. At least I can do this one small thing for her.

And she’s coming back.

In less than twelve hours she’ll be back in the Bellissimo. Calling me boss.

Things could be worse.