AllFreeNovel
Share Us
6
Sergio
Ipull up the dark web page on my computer, but only after double-checking my VPN connection is active so I can’t be traced.
The local message board is filled with chatter about me, and how I must die for what I did today. Of course, I’m being framed, Don De Luca totally lying about the story to fit his own narrative. He’s offered half a million dollars for my head, and another hundred thousand for Sapphire.
He’ll never have to pay out on either of us because he’s never going to get his hands on us. I’m going to make sure of it.
I slam the lid of the laptop shut and move toward the bed where my Sapphire sleeps. Exhaling the breath I didn’t realize I was holding in I take in the sight of her. She’s on her stomach, her hands tucked under the pillow and her elbows out at her sides.
Her little panties have ridden up her ass crack, turning them into a makeshift thong and revealing the red marks from the slaps I gave her yesterday.
A possessiveness washes over me and I’m tempted to dive on top of her right now, wake her from her sleep, and officially make her mine, my cock buried to the hilt inside of her. But not yet, not like this.
Her safety is paramount, and I need to get that settled first, no matter how hard my cock is right now, the fucker all but demanding to slide into her tight little hole.
Shaking my head from side to side I try to get the thought of her out of my head, but with her sleeping, I can just watch her with no recourse, stare at her, stalk her more or less from mere feet away.
I need to step away but she’s like a magnet pulling me back to her. My eyes narrow on her ass and I lean against the wall just next to the bed for balance, feeling light-headed at the sight of her.
My free hand pinches my zipper with my first finger and thumb, slowly sliding it down so the noise doesn’t wake her.
Not three seconds later my face is strained, my hand rifling over my cock as I stroke myself from root to tip, beating my dick like it stole something. Almost instantly my balls pull up and my body starts to bend at the waist. I’m like a loaded gun about to pop and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
As I reach the tip I feel a sticky, salty substance coat my finger, only aiding in my debaucherous activity.
Fuck, if she wakes up now she’ll think I’m crazier than she already does. As if my thought alone manifests the exact situation, she rolls over onto her back and slides her hand down the front of her panties, smacking her lips and then gently whispering, “Sergio.”
The sound of my name rolling off my angel’s lips sets me off, and I pop, my spend coming out in one big rope, raining down on her perfect body in splats so loud it sounds like someone threw a bucket of water into the street.
Her body shutters, come landing on her hand, which she immediately brings to her face, scratching it, marking herself with my spunk, before her arms flail out wide, my load right on her face because she put it there.
Seeing my mark on her causes another hot, sticky rope to fling from my cock, landing on her leg. She doesn’t even move, exhausted from everything I’ve put her through.
Quickly I zip up my fly and walk toward the bathroom, my vision blurred and my balance clearly off.
Does she have any idea what she does to me? Any idea how she’s turned my world on end? Any clue the lengths I will go to to keep her safe?
Seconds later I’m in the shower, my head down as I watch the soapy water slide from my head into the drain below my feet.
I can’t live like this anymore. I can’t ask her to live like this either.
I’d never run, especially from a problem, but things have to change…after I squash this beef within the Italian underground.
She’ll never be safe until I put an exclamation point ending on all of this. These low-life pieces of shit that want to traffic women must pay, and I’m going to be the one who makes them. Not only because they want my woman, but in the name of all women.
I had no idea. No idea until tonight that this was going on. They didn’t tell me because they know I have a moral compass, despite some of the things I do.
Killing a child molester or a businessman who swindles millions from a company’s 401k program, robbing countless retirees while he escapes to the Cayman Islands? I don’t lose one second of sleep over those deaths I’ve caused, mostly because those pieces of trash signed their own death warrants the day they decided to overstep the moral code I keep. I was glad to take those jobs, to get paid for them. Hell, I would have offed them for free.
Freedom. It’s what we need right now. I’ve got enough money for the two of us to last a lifetime. All we need now is a place to enjoy it, in peace as we raise a family. Together.
I lather up my body with soap and shower quickly, trying to get my mind to snap too. There’s something I need to do tonight, and it requires me to leave Sapphire here alone. It’s the only way. Taking her with me is out of the question. She’s safe here. I just need to get out and back in before she realizes I’m not here.
It should only take a couple of hours and seeing as it’s barely one a.m., I’ll be back here, in bed with her in my arms, before her body even thinks of waking up.
The perfect solution. Her, waking in my arms, safe, every morning for the rest of our lives.
