The room is completely silent.
Stefano’s face is deep red, and there’s a vein throbbing on his forehead, but he doesn’t say anything. I knew he wouldn’t. I stare him down until he breaks eye contact, and then I motion for Enzo and my other men to follow me out. There’s nothing left to say.
“What’s the plan here, boss?” Enzo asks once we’re in the back of my armored SUV.
Fuck if I know, I want to say. “That’s for me to worry about.”
He nods but then ticks his head to the side. "But there is a plan?"
“Am I known for idle threats? Rash judgments? Irresponsible actions?”
“No, boss,” Enzo says immediately.
“That’s right. I’m not. So trust me when I say I have this handled.”
He nods and drops the subject. Good thing too, because for the first time in my life, I have no fucking clue what I’m doing.
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All I can smell is my sweet angel. Her sugary-sweet floral scent hangs in the air of my bedroom. It's infused into my bedsheets, my clothes, the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. I assigned Darlene to clean my wing of the mansion, with the specific instructions she'd be the only one allowed to clean my bedroom from now on.
That first night when I came home late and caught her scent on my pillow, I almost regretted my decision. I was trying to distance myself from her, to protect her from me, but the thought of anyone else being in my room, especially another woman, tied my stomach into knots. I felt like it would be betraying her somehow, like having someone else touching my things made me unfaithful.
I could tell Luca was not happy with my command. The protest was on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it down when I glared at him, my look heavy with meaning and a thinly veiled threat. Luca is my closest friend, my most trusted confidant, but I’m finding that I’m not above destroying anyone when it comes to Darlene.
The woman is messing with my head, my heart, and most definitely my cock. The fucker turns rock-solid the second I think about her in that damn bathrobe. Like right now, for example. I haven’t been with anyone since becoming the head of the Moscatelli family ten years ago.
Women were a distraction and couldn’t be trusted. I’ve seen enemies and allies seduced by thieving, conniving, selfish women who ended up destroying them. Either that, or they use women for the pleasure they can offer, and then discard them. Even if the women know what they are getting into, that’s never been my style.
So why the fuck do I trust Darlene to be in my room alone? Then again, it’s not like I keep detailed records or a thumb drive or anything that could be used as evidence for blackmail out in the open. I have a safe tucked away in a hidden panel in the wall that requires my thumbprint as well as a seven-digit code to open. I’m not worried about Darlene finding it, but it dawns on me that even if she did, I wouldn’t punish her. At least not in the way I would if it were anyone else.
My cock jumps at the fantasy of tying her to my bed and turning her ass red with the palm of my hand. I'd make her scream out my name and then I'd fuck her rough and dirty, pound her into the mattress, squeeze her throat until she creamed all over my fucking cock, and then begged for more.
I growl and rip off my clothes, stepping into a scorching hot shower. It burns my skin, but I welcome the sting. The pain intensifies the shiver of pleasure rolling through me, making my cock grow impossibly harder as precum leaks out like a dripping faucet.
Taking myself in my fist for at least the tenth time since meeting Darlene four days ago, I begin stroking my thick dick. I imagine fisting her long, golden-brown hair and ripping her head back so I can bite at her lips and devour her hot little mouth.
In my fantasy, after she’s shaking and out of breath from our kiss, I shove her down on her knees and tell her to open her luscious lips for me. I command her to keep her hands behind her back as I wrap her hair around my fist to hold her in place. I begin fucking her mouth, gagging her with each thrust. She fucking loves it.
I squeeze my cock harder, increasing my speed, rubbing my dick raw as I think about what she said in the library.
I like rules, but you haven’t given me any.
Jesus. I have rules I can give her. Suck my fucking cock. Spread your legs and take my dick like a good girl. Wear these cuffs and let me eat you out until you squirt all over my face, and then let me do it again. Just to name a few.
My balls draw up tight as I jerk myself faster, harder, fucking my hand and wishing it was Darlene’s pussy wrapped around me instead. I picture her back bowed off the mattress, her nails scoring my back as she claws at my skin, her face twisted up in ecstasy as I tear her in two with my huge fucking cock.
I growl when I feel the base of my spine spark and tingle with the first signs of my orgasm. It crawls up my back and steals the air right out of my lungs. I choke out a roar as a deliciously painful jolt of pleasure shoots out of my dick, making me spray my heavy load all over the shower wall. I keep coming, my cock twitching and spurting more cum than I thought possible.
A savage growl is torn from my lips as I keep stroking myself, past the point of pleasure and solidly into the territory of over-sensitized pain, but my dick won’t go soft. I grunt in frustration, knowing even though that was the best orgasm of my life, I won’t truly be satisfied until my dark, filthy desires are fulfilled by my angel. My sweet, dirty fucking girl.
I shut the shower off and hear a soft gasping sound. I almost miss it, but years of looking over my shoulder and assessing threats have kept my senses sharp. I am aware of my surroundings at all times, always ready to fight for my life at the drop of a hat.
And my senses are telling me someone is right outside the bathroom door.
Chapter 6
Darlene
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my freaking God.
I repeat the words over and over in my head as I run down the hallway towards my suite.
I didn’t realize how late it was when I started cleaning Matteo’s bedroom. It’s possible I may have visited the library after lunch and got caught up in a book. I couldn’t help it. Seriously, I don’t know how anyone gets anything done around here when there is a massive library on the third floor. What’s even more baffling is that no one visits it, at least not when I’m in there.
So, yeah, I got a bit of a later start on Matteo's wing of the house. I cleaned the bedroom, the living room, the kitchenette, and was just finishing up in the bathroom, which is really more like a spa when I heard someone walk through the door on the other side of the wing.
I panicked and hid in the linen closet next to the bathroom, like the mature adult that I am. I figured it was probably Matteo, and that he’d either take a shower or crawl into bed seeing as it was nearly midnight. I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard the shower turn on.
After waiting a few minutes to make sure he was actually in the shower, I opened the door of the closet, careful not to make any noise. I had almost made my escape when I heard a painful grunting noise coming from the bathroom. Without thinking, I raced over to the door so I could hear better. I thought maybe he was hurt, and then I imagined all the ways someone in his line of work could be injured. Bullets, blades, bones snapping...the thought of him being harmed in any way almost brought me to tears.
But then the grunts turned into rhythmic groans and I realized he was pleasuring himself. My panties were instantly soaked, and I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from groaning right along with him. I know I should have taken advantage of his distracted state and made a run for it, but my feet wouldn’t move.