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I prowl into the shower and stand under the heavy jets, letting the streams of water beat on my shoulders. I press my palms into the wall of the shower and glance down to where my cock springs up from between my legs. Jesus, this constant state of arousal around her is becoming a nuisance. One whiff of her strawberry-passionfruit scent, and all the blood drained to my groin. It’s part of the reason I lashed out at her. That, and because she dared to defy me. Instead of agreeing she’d stay loyal to my son, she challenged me. She’s so damn aggravating, so full of life, so vital, so stubborn. What she needs is a good spanking to get her in line. My fingers tingle. I will not jerk off to her again,will not.
The thought of my palm prints on that curvy, dusky ass of hers sends a shudder of desire down my spine. My cock thickens until it fucking hurts. Goddamn her. I grab my dick and massage myself with strong, hard swipes. From the root of my shaft to the swollen head, and again... Honeyed skin, rosebud lips, dilated pupils that stare up at me as she drops to her knees and opens her mouth to take me in. As she swallows me down, and I swell to fill her throat. I wrap her hair around my palm and tug her head back, then forward, as I fuck her mouth. My movements grow faster. She digs her fingers into my thighs and holds on as she stares up at me with those big, brown eyes of hers. Tears squeeze out from the corners of her eyes and trail down her cheeks, leaving black tracks of her mascara. Her eyelashes are spiked, her color high. Her tits heave. Then she releases her hold on me, only to weight my balls and squeeze. My cock extends, the tension at the base of my spine splinters, and with a groan, I empty myself down her throat. The climax goes on and on, and I come so hard I see sparks at the edges of my vision. I squeeze my shaft from base to tip and shake off the last remaining drops of my cum. The water continues to beat down on me. I stagger forward and press my forehead into the wall. Jerking off in my bathroom like I’m a teenager... This is crazy. I need to find a way to take the edge off of my sexual frustration. Call any of the women who’ll be only happy to spread her legs and give me a warm hole to fuck. Just until I get my equilibrium back, is all. I switch off the shower, dry myself, and get dressed. Then, I make the call.
By the time I walk down to meet my guests, I feel more like myself. I head toward the conservatory and the buzz of voices reaches me. I wanted to host this party for Massimo Sovrano and his new wife Olivia, not only because I had played a role in bringing them together, but also because it had put the Sovranos in my debt. One I intended to claim. When the doorbell rings, I veer toward it, glad for the interruption. I wave Craig off en route, then open the door.
Massimo and Olivia stand locked in a kiss. A plaster covers one side of his face. Asshole cut his cheek with his own knife, so it’d match the scar on Olivia’s cheek—the one she’d gotten when one of theCosa Nostra’s enemies had fired at her while she was on stage. She’d survived it, come out stronger, and been reunited with Massimo. They faced the challenges together and found each other. Now, he wraps his arm around her and hauls her close, then bends her over his arm and kisses her more deeply. The kiss seems to go on and on. The two of them are so lost in each other, they don’t notice me. My chest grows heavy, and my guts churn. A hot sensation, very much like envy, infiltrates my veins. This is bullshit. I am not jealous of them. I’m not. I had my chance at having a wife and kids, and look how I screwed that up. I watch Massimo tilt his head further and Olivia moans. For fuck’s sake if they want to make out couldn’t they have stayed home? I clear my throat. "We do have bedrooms here, if you’d like me to show you one?" I mutter.
Olivia yelps, tries to pull away, but Massimo continues kissing her for another second or more. By the time he releases her, she’s flushed, panting, and her eyes have a glazed look. She blinks up at her husband, who smirks.
She scowls back, then laughs, her features lighting up. Massimo’s throat moves as he swallows. He seems like he’s been struck by lightning or by love. A look I am never going to wear… A look I don’t want to wear. That heavy sensation in my chest sinks to my stomach. I square my shoulders. "You guys ready to come in?"
12
Lena
"Had a good time at the office?" Isaac mutters from where he’s flung himself on the bed.
I shoot him a glance, then blow out a breath. "You’re not even dressed yet?" I complain.
"I am not going to this… this thing."
"You mean to this event which your father made us promise we’d go to?"
"Fuck that." He picks up his phone and begins to play with it.
I glance at my reflection. I’m wearing the one formal dress I have along with the sameLouboutin'sI wore to the office. Given the choice, I’d sleep in them; that’s how comfortable they are. I’ve twisted up my hair into a sleek hairdo, refreshed my makeup, and overall, I look good, if I do say so myself. "Isaac." I turn and walk over to my boyfriend. "Please don’t be difficult."
He continues to play with his phone. Honestly, sometimes it feels like I’m raising a child on my own, rather than cohabiting with a grown man.
"Isaac," I say in a warning voice.
He doesn’t reply.
"Isaac, if you don’t talk to me right now, I’m going to grab that phone from you."
He scoffs.
"Don’t say I didn’t warn you." I snatch his phone from him and he yells.
"Lena, what the fuck?"
I hold it behind me and back away from him. "I told you I would do it. Now that I have your full attention—"
He lunges toward me. I scream, then turn and race toward the door. I hear his footsteps stomp behind me a second before he wraps his arm around my waist.
"Isaac, stop it," I pant, holding the phone away from me. He reaches for it, so I move it to my other hand.
"Lena, give me the phone right now."
"No way." I try to wriggle out of his hold, but he tightens his grasp on me.
"Give me the phone," he says in a tight voice. "Right now."
"Why don’t you get it from me, huh?"
He releases me so suddenly, I stumble. My hold on the phone loosens, it slips from my fingers and crashes to the floor facedown.
"Oh shit." I stand rooted to the floor.
