If Mattia’s surprised, he doesn’t show it, which is why he’s most senior lieutenant.
“Rescind all invitations. The club is finished.”
“Of course, boss.”
His hand runs over the stubble on his chin. “This doesn’t have anything to do with the girl who wandered in from the woods, does it?”
Only Mattia could get away with asking me about my private life. He’s got a grin on his face, and it’s the same easy grin he’s worn since we were kids.
I don’t bother answering him.
“You can go,” I snap in Italian.
“Yes, boss.” He’s the only one of my lieutenants who’s not afraid of me. But I don’t mind. It’s my brother who cultivates cruel loyalty, not me.
Mattia’s about to close the door when I call him back.
“Tell Pietro to hurry up with the food. I want you both gone in five minutes.”
I don’t think Greta will stay in the bath for long, and the last thing I want is one of these cats prowling around when she goes through to the bedroom.
Mattia turns to leave, and I stop him. “I don’t want to be disturbed for the rest of the night.”
He raises an eyebrow at me, and there’s a smirk on his face. I know what he’s thinking. But he doesn’t dare say it. Instead he pulls the door closed, and I hear his footsteps fade down the hall.
I flick the monitor on and panic when I don’t see Greta. The bathroom’s empty. I swivel the camera head to look in every corner in both rooms. She’s not in the bedroom either.
Then I see ripples in the bath water.
Her head breaks the surface, and she gasps for air. She sits up, and water runs off her shoulders and down her body. She wipes the water off her face and droplets of it shimmer on her fingertips and catch in her hair as she sweeps it off her shoulders, exposing her breasts.
“I malano miau,” I whisper.
She’s beautiful.
When I first saw Greta, she was like a startled rabbit, ready to dart away into the woods. Now I’m seeing a confident woman.
My hands tug at my leather belt, and I unzip myself and pull out my throbbing cock.
Greta’s sitting up in the bath, the water running off her breasts looking like all my fantasies come true. It’s been too long since anything I saw made me hard, but this woman’s got meaching. My balls are pulled up tight as I watch her body glistening with water.
She puts her hand on either side of the tub and lifts out of the water and onto the bathmat.
Blood thunders in my ears as it races down to my cock.
The water runs off her curvy figure, sliding off her breasts, over her tummy and thick legs. Droplets catch on the downy triangle of hair above her sex.
She’s a vision, a goddess, and I’m unashamedly watching her.
With my cock in my hand, I tug hard, to the tip and back again.
She reaches for a towel and runs it over her body. Her hand slides over her breasts and she lets it continue down her tummy. A hand goes between her legs, and her eyes close. I imagine the moan coming out of her lips as they part.
I was right. This innocent girl is intrigued by what she saw tonight.
Her fingers slide between her legs, and she cups her sex. One leg turns in as she runs her hand over her mound. Her head tilts back in a silent moan that makes my cock jerk.
Something startles her, and her eyes fly open. The spell broken.
