Chapter Six
Lonzo was on a high. He had experienced sexual euphoria often. He was no greenhorn in the bedroom. But not with this kind of intensity, this almost ferocious need.
What was it about the woman that made him want to put his stamp on her?
He had never taken a woman unwillingly. When it looked for a sec there that she was about to change her mind, he was briefly tempted to force the issue or at least use every trick in the book to break her down into submission. That bothered and made him uneasy.
Thank fuck for his powers of persuasion. And for her acquiesce, he swore he’d make this night unforgettable for her.
He backed her up among the pillows.
She looked at him questioningly but didn’t protest, though she blushed quite prettily as his hungry eyes swept over her magnificent form.
Damn! How did she do that? Act like a siren one moment then blush like an innocent the next? A special talent of hers perhaps?
Then she bit her lip, more out of nervousness or something, looking almost shyly under her lashes.
For the second time tonight, he almost lost his wits and go all-out caveman.
Act or not, that was hot as fuck.
Shit, he was losing his mind over this woman’s seemingly unpracticed seduction.
He reminded himself to slow down and get his wits about him.
As soon as he took a good look at her, he was a man possessed.
In her naked glory, she looked like a goddess of yore and he, a pagan who came to worship her.
He moved and sat at the foot of the bed. He held her ankles apart while his hand traveled up, toward her smooth, inner thigh. He almost did an animal dance when he felt her flesh tremble with need.
He shifted, spreading her legs wider for his exploration.
Then her smell reached him. An exquisite, damp scent.
He heard a primal sound.
Womp-womp-womp.
It was his heart beating rapidly against his chest.
Her pussy was pink, smooth, fleshy and dripping wet. For him.
He had never seen a more beautiful sight. It almost drove him fucking insane, he very nearly jumped to taste and lick that moistness off those exquisite lips. Just picturing himself inside her blew his mind.
His breath grew harsh.
He tore his gaze to look at her beautiful face. She was flushed all over, he noticed. He hadn’t heard a single word from her after she agreed to his terms. Maybe that was for the best in this situation. He was barely keeping it in.
Her body was sumptuous—her skin pinkish white and satin-smooth to touch. Her long, silky dark brown hair flowed lushly over her high, perfectly-formed breasts with their pale-tipped, pink crowns.
Everything about her was perfection—the realization of every male sexual fantasies.
From the moonlight which illuminated the entire room, he could visualize her as an angel sent to him.
If he wasn’t so crazed with lust he would’ve laughed at the very idea. She certainly wasn’t the kind of angel his former teachers described.
She was a sex angel. A quiet one at that, content to follow his lead with those stunning eyes of hers.
He wondered if she was also as mad with want as he was.
He grinned at her. A slow, wicked one. There was only one way to find out.
His large hand continued its way up.
He teased her inner thighs, drawing soft, little circles on her skin for several, long minutes. He looked up and saw her nipples, puckered and hard from arousal.
She was totally unprepared when he cupped her mound. Her eyes widened and he heard her indrawn breath but she didn’t push him away.
Good.
He got a powerful jolt when he dipped his fingers in her honeyed sheathe. Shoving aside an overwhelming urge to sample all that creamy goodness, he bathed his middle finger in her essence before sinking it slowly, carefully inside her. Her legs twitched in response. She felt amazingly small, tight and so very wet.
His cock was jealous. He thought he couldn’t get any harder if he tried, but he did. To his amazement, he lengthened an inch more. He was so primed right now, he could hammer nails on these castle walls.
He pushed a second finger in her molten depths as his thumb played her clit. Her hips writhed and thrashed when he lunged his fingers in and out of her.
Goosebumps appeared on her skin.
“W-What are you doing to me?” he finally heard her voice out.
He didn’t answer but continued tormenting her, quickening his pace. She clutched at the sheets and she mewed and whimpered, her sounds of need music to his ears.
He gritted his teeth to stop himself from going over the edge.
He heard her loud moan of protest when he pulled his fingers out. He sucked her creaminess from his fingers. He was right, she tasted incredible. His mouth watered. He wanted more. He had to taste her. Now.
Positioning his shoulders between her thighs, he spread her wide open before his hands reached for the globes of her ass to lift her to his waiting mouth.
She smelled intoxicating and sweet.
His tongue took its first swipe.
Her flavor was incomparable to anyone he had before. Delicate and spicy. Fresh and bold. Sweet and all woman.
His tongue attacked her clit, merciless and unrelenting until it swelled, engorged with his attentions.
“Ohhhh…” she groaned. Her hands pulled at his hair as her hips bucked against his face.
He lifted his head.
“You liked that, cara?”
She squirmed and nodded. He found himself smiling like a cat who found his endless supply of cream before he got back to business, burying his head and feasting on her once more.
This time, he abandoned her swollen nub to sink his tongue all the way inside her slit. He didn’t stop until he was embedded deep.
“Ahhhh!”
He eased off when he realized she was close. He returned to her clit to nuzzle, lick and suck it like a teat.
Her fingers fisted on his hair as she braced herself, her legs trembling in pleasure with each delve of his tongue.
He continued tormenting her, stopping whenever she neared orgasm. Then he would start all over again. He didn’t relent until he heard her beg and plead. Until she was gasping to get more air inside her lungs. He devoured her like she was his last meal on earth—
“Please…”
Nothing turned him on so much as hearing her cries of pleasure. He could eat her for hours and hours.
“Please what, cara? ”
“I want—”
“What do you want? Let me hear you say it.”
“Touch me. With your tongue. Please—”
“Your wish is my command.”
And with that, he continued his caress, staking his claim with renewed vigor. He drew her legs over his shoulders as he continued to mine her depths. His efforts were soon reciprocated. She moaned loudly, as her legs began to quake and her internal walls contracted with each invasion of his tongue. His cock twitched in answer. Soon she was shoving herself against his face.
He knew she was close.
She cried out suddenly, her body arching like a bow. Her release flooding and gifting his mouth at last for his toil.
Seeing her come was the most mind-blowing thing he had ever seen.
He wrestled for control. He won’t lose it like a randy kid on his first fuck. He continued to lap at her until she stopped shaking from the remnants of her climax.
Jordana was still reeling from the aftershocks of her first orgasm. She was totally unprepared for it—the seismic tremors of desire that left her trembling and weak like a newborn foal.
In the past, she had imagined what an orgasm felt like. Over the years she had overheard people talk and describe their Big Ohs. She felt embarrassed and envious because of her inability to feel that way. Her previous relationships had been few and brief. Her ex boyfriends had accused her of being either a tease or a frigid whenever she failed to respond to their embrace or touch.
She secretly hoped at the beginning of each of her previous relationships that she’d feel a spark of desire. But that sexual desire never came.
After her last disastrous relationship, she gave up trying. So she steered clear of men.
Maybe her father had totally ruined that integral part of being. Or maybe having a partner was not in the cards.
Nevertheless, she tried to fill the void. She worked non-stop. Still, she wondered what the fuss was all about…why couples spend days and even weeks in bed together…why were they driven to the extremes.
Now she knew why. It was highly pleasurable and so dangerously addicting.
It took a complete stranger to show her she wasn't the freak that she believed she was…that her body had the ability to feel such rush of pleasure.
He pulled himself off the bed to retrieve something. She swallowed when she heard the sounds of foil being torn.
Say something!
The words inside her head were forgotten when he went back to bed to lay on top of her, this time facing her.
She can’t take her eyes off him.
She was so used to seeing good-looking guys in her line of work that they became totally blasé to her. But this man, this stranger, he made her fellow male models look like prettified boys in comparison.
He was the drop-dead-toe-curling-panty-melting-alpha variety.
His deep-set green eyes were hypnotic, with ridiculously thick lashes that would’ve looked odd on a guy yet surprisingly looked arresting on him.
He had a chiseled jawline, a strong, masculine nose and a sensual mouth that lived to its promise. Physically, he was a ten.
But he was so much more than a handsome face. Those olive orbs blazed with obvious intelligence and undeniable confidence.He radiated an intense aura of danger and ruthlessness. A devilish, ‘I-don’t-care-what-people-think-of-me’ air. In her mind’s eye she could imagine him walking in a room full of people and every single one would be compelled to watch his every move.
She was no way different. She couldn’t look away even if she tried.
She knew nothing about him, not even his name…yet her body accepted and recognized his. There was no explanation for it. It just felt somewhat…right.
Every hard sinew of his body molded her slighter, softer one. She waited for the aversion to rear its ugly head and spoil this moment for her. But it never came.
She swallowed as she noted the unmistakable evidence of his manhood.
Her hips automatically sought his. He shuddered, growing even harder.
A tremendous sense of power surged through her. For the first time, she reveled and basked in her femininity.
It amazed her—that she can make this man, this beautiful stranger, tremble at her slightest touch.
He began to kiss her, turning her brain into mush. She had kissed men before. But those were perfunctory, forgettable exchanges. She never enjoyed it and just went through the motions.
Until now.
Wow. So this is what a real kiss feels like.
At first his kisses were gentle and probing…encouraging her response. She did. Shyly at first. That didn’t last long. Pretty soon, it deepened until their mouths were entwined in a carnal clash of lips and tongue. Her hands found its way around his neck, drawing him to her.
His lips left hers, leaving her bereft for a second. But not for long.
He trailed small, wet kisses behind her ear and nibbled his way down the length of her neck.
A soft moan escaped her when he reached the tops of her breasts. Her breathing grew labored when his warm hand grazed and cupped her right globe, his thumb stroking the pink tip gently, teasingly until her nipple puckered under his gaze. He dropped his mouth over the tight tip before sucking hard, his tongue flickering repeatedly, making her body hum.
“Ahhh!” she cried as she grasped his shoulders for purchase.
“Do you want this?” he asked.
“Y-Yes!” she answered.
“Good.”
He went to claim her other breast and did the wicked torture all over again.
Then he ceased.
He braced his arms on either side of her head.
“The first time will be quick and hard, cara. The second time would probably be fast, too. If we’re lucky, it’ll probably be slower by the third time,” he told her, his voice thick as syrup and slurry with want.
“O-Okay,” she nodded. She’d probably agree to everything he would suggest.
“I’ll make this memorable for you. Trust me?”
She nodded again, like the bobblehead doll on the dashboard of a car.
Is sexual haze making me stupid?
He gave her a heart-stopping smile before his hips forced her wide open to receive him.
It’s about to happen. She’s about to lose her cherry and become a woman at last.
She felt his shaft probe the folds of her nether lips, his bulbous head spreading her juices.
She swallowed nervously. He was very big—a given as he was a big man. She estimated his height to be around six feet three inches, with sleek muscles and powerful limbs.
She mentally braced herself for what was about to happen.
This will hurt. For sure.
The man was built like a stallion.
She held her breath as he slowly inched his arousal inside her.
He positioned himself between her waiting thighs next, prying her further with his pelvis and legs; his large hands sliding beneath the sheets to adjust her hips.
They fit so well. Like puzzle pieces.
Unable to stop himself, he kissed her gently, teasing her lips to open for him. She kissed him back, shyly and tentative at first. Soon the gentle kisses became fiery and passionate. Her arms went around his neck when he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue inside her warm, sweet mouth, letting her taste what he savored earlier.
He kissed her neck before worshiping the ripe, succulent globes of her breasts; closing his mouth around the aroused, pink tips until his hunger was temporarily appeased.
Her breath hitched, her body reacting with renewed need.
He raised himself off the softness of her breasts, placing his arms on both sides of her head.
He could see everything from up here.
She was looking at him, her eyes slanted pronouncedly from her earlier release.
She made the tiniest grinding movement with her hips. And he finally lost control.
With a grunt, he nudged her entrance, shuddering when his leaking crown came in contact with her dripping, hot center. He gritted his teeth, closing his eyes in an effort to slow things down a bit, savoring the moment before he slowly pushed himself inside. An inch at a time.
She felt tight…tighter than a fist.
“You’re so fucking tight.”
His girth stretched her fully. He wasn’t even halfway inside her yet.
“Bend your knees, cara.”
She did his bidding but it did little to ease his entry.
She opened her mouth to tell him something.
He came to a halt when he felt a barrier.
He sat on his haunches to stare down at her. His brows drawn, eyes unbelieving.
“You’re a virgin.”
Their hips were still fused. Should he pull out? Fuck, that would kill him!
She drew a ragged breath before she replied.
“Yes, but not for long. Question is, are you up for it?”
Did she just challenged him? Did she really just said that?
A virgin!
Cazzo! Merde!
He walked on this earth for thirty-three years without fucking one. He preferred sexually confident partners.
He was well-endowed. And he was not even being cocky about his state of cock-fullness. It was the whole fucking truth. There was nothing he could do about it. Even experienced women had trouble accepting his size at first. He’d only end up hurting her.
Besides, bedding a virgin can lead to complications—the clingy kind. With GM on the verge of a labor walkout, he had a lot on his plate already. He had no patience nor the time for needy females.
But still…she felt too damned good. Like a human guybrator set on the highest setting.
He should pull out of her snug, tight warmth…tell her to get dressed and leave his room so he can nurse his blue balls privately in the shower.
After the wedding, he’d leave straightaway, hook up with a former flame so he can enjoy marathon sex and forget this encounter ever happened. Come next week, he’d preside over GM’s executive and townhall meetings in his usual sharp self, his hormones in control and this wide-eyed siren completely erased from his mind.
Hah! That would be the scenario if he was in an alternative universe, where rationality lorded supreme.
But in this universe? He was royally screwed. Emphasis on screwed.
When she entwined her legs around his waist, he was a goner.
“You won’t go?” she asked softly, her beautiful eyes wary.
There was no way he could leave her.
“No, bella. I’m not going anywhere, ” he said, his voice rough. “But we have to finish this differently.”
Her eyes grew round.
“There’s another way? Are we doing this wrong?”
He almost smiled at her naivete. If only she knew how her hot, tight passage was killing him.
He shook his head. “Let me just show you…”
Her limbs relaxed, her legs slid deliciously from his hips. He continued to stare at her. She was so fragile compared to him. He wasn’t used to gentle sex. He liked it hard and vigorous after a lengthy foreplay.
He had no frigging idea how to deflower a virgin.
Well, you better start learning now.
They were still joined, his cock midway. She was still wet but not enough. His hand went down to cup her mound as his mouth covered her nipple, gently biting it before sucking it deep.
“Does that feel good?”
“Ohh…yes!”
His hand stroked her again, playing her like a virtuoso. She began to pant, clinging to him with each movement of his fingers. He continued until she came a second time.
He had to breach her now, while she was still in the throes of her climax. It would lessen the hurt. Or so he hoped.
“I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart. We’ll take this slowly, okay?”
“O-Okay. Will it…?”
“Will it what, carissima?”
She blushed a shade pinker. “Us. I mean…are we going to fit?”
He smiled. She was such an innocent. “Oh, yes we will, cara. Open your legs wider. Let me in.”
She obeyed him, opening herself further. She continued to eye him warily but she no longer looked scared.
He drew back before pushing. He ignored her sudden gasp. He pulled back and pushed, an inch at a time, until he felt it again...her maidenhead. She’d never been with another.
Now he understood why there were men who put such a premium on having a virgin.
Fuck evolution and civilized behavior. Men always wanted first dibs if opportunity allowed it. What made him think he was in any way different?
Slow the fuck down, Vitale. You’re acting like it’s your first fuck. It’s just pussy. Pussy is just that. Pussy. Stick to your usual moves…
Her muscles tightened around him. All thoughts of going slow and easy vaporized. A hot mist of lust overcame and pushed him to the edge.
“Now…please,” she urged.
“Yes!” he bellowed. Tightening his ass, he thrust forward. He was so far gone when felt her hymen stretch over the head of his cock. He heard her sharp mew of pain.
He should stop now and pull his cock out of her.
But he didn’t…couldn’t stop lunging until he was hard-pressed against the mouth of her womb. Balls-deep. It was all too much. His mind was about to blow. She just felt so fucking good.
He buried his face on her neck and stilled.
She tensed. And she seemed to have stopped breathing…
See what you’ve done, stronzo? It was her first time!
He lifted his head to look down at her.
“Cara? No, no, no…don’t tense up on me. Listen to my voice. Breathe—” he said, his voice hoarse.
She instantly complied.
“Did I hurt you really bad?” he asked again, his eyes never leaving her face. He was straining to remain still.
“Y-Yes. N-No. I don’t know! It’s beginning to ease now,” she admitted.
That was good to know but he knew she needed time to adjust to his size. Fuck, with the way he took her virginity earlier, she was definitely sore.
She needed more foreplay.
He began to kiss her mouth to take her mind off her earlier discomfort. He stroked and fondled her breasts next before his right hand went on to find and play with her clit. After what felt like an eternity, he felt her growing more aroused and wet.
“That’s it. Relax for me,” he encouraged.
“Can you please move now?”
He didn’t budge an inch. He wanted to be sure she was ready for this.
“You sure, cara?”
She nodded.
He eased himself out before thrusting carefully back in. She gasped, surprised. This time he instinctively knew it was not from pain. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling. Damn, he felt good it was he who was teaching her this.
His hips began a slow, gentle rhythm.
“Still painful?” he bit out, slowed his movements into a grind when he heard her groan. Shit. This was killing him but he detested the idea of her hurting.
She shook her head.
Unconvinced, he continued with the leisured strokes, this time dragging himself almost out of her wet sheath.
“Don’t…leave me—” she cried as she clamped around him, holding him tight.
He groaned as he stilled above her. Her muscles almost snapped his crown off before releasing him again. Fuck, she felt phenomenal. This was a good way to die.
When she dug her nails on his ass, he finally let loose the animal he’d been trying to contain.
He claimed her mouth again before surging forward, planting himself deep.
“I. Won’t. Leave. You—” he said against her lips, emphasizing each word with a firm, solid thrust.
She wrapped her long legs around him in welcome, taking him deeper as she tried to match the cadence of his body.
He snapped and pounded her like a rutting wolf—hard and uncalibrated. Gone was any semblance of finesse.
He pulled himself up again on his arms, his eyes trained at their joined bodies. Her body jerked with the strength of his thrusts, her bountiful breasts swaying in sync as his cock went in and out of her folds.
He crushed her with his body, his big hands going for her ass, cupping both cheeks as he adjusted her legs, pushing her knees further up.
He grunted as he gave her his full length.
“You feel so wet, so tight around my cock.”
She moaned and arched her back for him. “You feel so hard. So thick.”
His control faltered. He held her hips before he pushed himself farther than he’d ever been inside her depths. His movements accelerated, his hips began a frantic pace as she continued to tighten her walls around him.
The bed creaked, the headboard banged loudly against the wall of the room.
She whimpered as she wrapped her legs around his hips. He could sense she was close.
He intensified his strokes as her muscles fought to latch on to his steely length with each parry.
She contracted around him and cried out her pleasure, rocking her desperate body against his, milking him in strong, continuous spasms.
His heart sped up until it was about to burst out of his chest.
“Fuuuuuck!”
He shouted and bit her shoulder when he exploded inside her, his climax hitting him like a freight train. Pleasure came like a huge unrelenting wave, cresting far longer than what he ever experienced before. He jetted what must have been liters of come. It just went on and on and on.
It was the most violent orgasm he ever experienced.
His knees lost its strength, his limp body collapsing on top of her soft one. He felt boneless and weak.
He could only think of one word to describe her. Sensazionale.
He was totally wiped out, his nervous system barely recovered from the overload. He remained slumped over her for several minutes as he struggled to breathe back to normal.
His senses slowly crept back one by one. He felt like he just came back from the dead. And what a death it had been.
As he began to string his thoughts together, he realized that he was crushing her with his weight while his hands still held the span of her hips. He lifted his hands away.
He cursed himself as soon as he saw his handiwork —the beginning of bruises marred her perfect skin.
He grew rock hard inside her again and from the way it was behaving on its own, it had no plan of ever softening any time soon. But he wished he could stay inside her longer, something that never happened with any woman. But the condom might leak.
He knew he had to pull out of her now and clean her up somewhat. He’d done enough damage to her already
His brain told him to haul himself off her, but his response was slow—completely taken in by the reality of it all: that he just shared the most fantastic sexual experience with this sexy, beautiful woman who—surprise of all surprises, was a true innocent.
He wanted to console her, kiss her first before sliding out and off her. It sounded like a good plan. He bent to kiss her cheek.
He froze when he tasted the saltiness of her tears. She was crying silently.
He cussed himself some more.
What did expect, coglione? You took her too roughly!
Well, that got him moving. He pulled himself up and braced his weight on the mattress before carefully pulling himself out. She was so tight that he heard a popping sound as his cock emerged from her depths.
“Don’t cry, cara…please,” he said as he drew her to him in a tender embrace, willing her pain to go away.
This came as a surprise. He never cuddled after sex. Ever. But then again, this was a night of firsts.
He must’ve been fucked out of his mind, he thought as he tightened his arms around her.
“Shhhh. I’ve got you, cara. I’ve got you.”
Jordana felt his lips press a kiss against her hair. The action was so tender, so caring, that it brought fresh tears to fall unhindered down her cheeks
“Are you okay, cara? Did I hurt you really bad? Is that why you’re crying? Tell me...” he asked softly.
“I-I’m okay. I j-just never expected that it could be like that,” she murmured. When she thought he would stop, she felt like crying. This man made her feel things she once thought impossible.
One of his hands cupped her face before gently wiping her tears.
“It’s not always like that, cara. That was rare. “
Her anxiety levels spiked when she heard that, her mind went on overdrive.
What if I never feel like this again? What if he’s the only man who can make me feel like this? He was nothing but a stranger. She hadn’t got a clue to his name, what he did, if he owned a dog or a cat. She knew nothing. Zero.
Except for one thing. He made her body combust.
What had she done now?!
A low cry of despair escaped her lips as she covered her face with tremulous hands.
How could she have been this stupid, this irresponsible? How could she let go of herself like this? This was way worse than her media booboo. A million times worse.
He shifted and before she could move away, she found herself caged and tucked at his side, his arms around her.
She stayed like that for a long time—curled against him, until her tears dried up.
She wasn’t a cry-baby type but after experiencing such searing passion, she felt emotionally achy and peachy.
“Shhhh. I’ve got you, cara. I’ve got you,” he whispered.
He was a stranger but she believed him. For now.
Lonzo was relieved when she calmed down. Women and their tears never troubled him before but seeing her distressed…that made him uneasy. Made his chest swell and ache with an unknown emotion. Probably because they seemed real. Yeah. That must be it. He was more used to seeing croc tears from females who wanted more than he was willing to give them.
She gave him a wobbly smile and he found himself smiling back. Which was weird in itself. Why the fuck was he smiling at this chick? He was never the smiley guy inside the bedroom.
For a minute there, everything seemed to stop. A man and a woman sharing a unique experience and he didn’t want the moment to end. He kept on smiling before he leaned down to kiss her gently which quickly turned into a carnal fest the moment his mouth touched her lips. He couldn’t stop kissing her, his tongue moving deep as she eagerly responded, entwining her arms around his neck.
His cock twitched as their kisses grew more urgent. She broke the kiss to gasp when his hard cock pressed eagerly at her entrance.
He mentally shook himself. How can he be so selfish? She was probably too sore for a second round. Besides which…fuck, he had to take care of the fucking condom!
He tipped her chin to meet his gaze.
“Merda, you’re so tempting, cara…but we have to stop now. Or you’ll be too sore tomorrow,” he panted. “You understand?”
She nodded.
“We’ll talk. Later. But first, we’ve got to clean you up.”
“O-Okay.”
“Stay here and wait for me. I won’t be long,” he said as he planted a quick kiss on her lips before hopping off the bed to saunter toward the bathroom. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror when he switched the lights on.
He looked every inch a smug sonofabitch.
His sexual encounters usually left him a bit wiped-out. He saw no tiredness in his reflection now.
In fact, he looked like the cat who found a cupboard full of the finest cream.
He was about to splash cold water on his face when he saw the used condom still covering his cock. It was smeared with red. Her blood. He should have been sickened and appalled. But hell no.
It took a lot not to give in to the urge to shout or to perform a fist pump.
Stronzo! He should be shot.
He’d read that in the Medieval times, it was customary for the groom to hand the bloodied sheets for the whole world to see. Shit. For sure, his ancestors practiced the ritual as they stake their claim on their women. Totally primitive and uncivilized. But darn, whoever said that men were tame creatures, himself included? He felt so uncivilized he was sure he’d sprouted fangs by now. Fuck. He still craved her body. He was still hard for her. He was a beast.
Splashing water over his face won’t do the trick. He discarded the condom and marched inside the cubicle. He turned the shower on, the cold water instantly hitting his overheated skin, lowering his libido a little. He made a low indignant noise. Him, taking a cold shower after experiencing the fuck of his life? Utterly ridiculous.
It was no use, however. His dick was still as hard as a steel railing and from the looks of it, it won’t go down to manageable levels. Too bad there would be no chance of a second round tonight. She won’t be able to walk.
Oh, yeah? The animal in him prodded.
Yes, tu cazzo, the rational part of him managed to say.
So big boy, how long will it take before you could do her again? The animal won’t shut up.
How the fuck would I know? It’s not as if I could call a meeting with the members of my executive committee and put that item in the agenda like: Updates on the Agnelli accusations. Any progress regarding the escalating labor issues? And oh—by the way…how long will I have to wait after fucking a virgin to do it a second time?
Wait, what the fuck was he doing? He was now talking to himself like a sticchiu? Enough of this shit, Vitale!
Shutting off the water, he got out of the shower and dried himself quickly with a towel before wrapping the same around his waist. He then stopped by the vanity to get a washcloth for her. As he turned the tap to dampen the cloth, he had already made the decision. She would be his newest mistress.
His.
He liked the taste of the word around his mouth, he thought as he stepped out of the bath.
He felt every inch the smug motherfucker until the sight of the bed made him stop in his tracks.
She was gone. The bed, empty, save for the bloody stains on the sheets.
His mind began to race, it came up with all sorts of scenarios. All of them adverse.
He’d been played and what a big sucker he was.
Cazzo. Cazzo. Cazzo!