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“You could at least try to sound sincere, you know?” she said.
“Someone dealt with the asshole with the gun?” I asked, though I was certain of the answer.
“Si.Aurelio came in, posing as an off-duty police officer, and scooped him up.”
“Bene.” Maybe he’d had better luck getting information than I had tonight.
I was getting ready to hang up the phone, but I paused. “The doctor the asshole pulled the gun on—he’s all right?” I asked.
“She’sall right,” Raven said breezily. “She’s tough. No worries.”
I hung up the phone a moment later, just in time to see Vito come in through the cabin’s front door.
“Buenasera,” I greeted him. Or was it morning yet? The sky had begun to lighten to a mottled gray.
Vito turned dramatically and looked out the door before he closed it, then turned back to me while the corners of his lips twitched.
“Si,it’s been a long night,” I said.
“Did you manage to get anything out of her, boss?” he asked, scrubbing his hand over his mouth, covering his smile.
“A lot of attitude and sarcasm. And a decent meal—does that count?”
And there were those few moments when she’d stopped bothering to hide her attraction. Moments that would have made the night worth it had I not had to cuff her to a bed and walk away. My cock had been all in favor of cuffing her to a bed; the walking away part, not so much.
“Sounds worthwhile to me,” he lied. “She is one hell of a looker, isn’t she?”
“That’s one way of putting it.” “A wet dream come to life” was another, possibly more apt, description.
Vito looked past me, down the hall, like he was hoping to catch a glimpse, but he shrugged after a moment. “Aurelio found one of the assholes from yesterday at the hospital, but it doesn’t sound like there was anything useful to get out of him. He’s on his way here with a team of three others——Mario, Bruno, and Carmine. I’ll have them stationed around the cabin outside as soon as they get here. Why don’t you go get some sleep, boss? You look like you could use it.”
“Si.” That was one of the things I needed. “Grazie.”
I left the living room and headed back down the same hall. My cock jerked as I walked past her closed door. I swear the scent of her still lingered in the hallway. It was vanilla and soft musk and that clean, fresh scent that had my mind conjuring all the ways to make her dirty.
The room beyond the one where I’d deposited her was the master suite. I went inside and closed the door behind me. The room was a palatial version of a “man cave”, decorated in deep hunter greens and navy blues, with a fully stocked bar in the far-left corner and a big screen television on the wall opposite the king-size, four-poster bed.
I ignored the bar and headed across the dark oakwood floor for the en suite, an en suite where the white marble floor and walk-in shower were far too reminiscent of Heidi’s porcelain skin.
I could see her here as I turned on the water, ditched my clothes, and stepped into the jet streams. Pale hands pressing hard against the pale wall as I pounded her cunt from behind.
The cold water sluiced over me, but it wasn’t doing a damn thing to cool the images that flooded my head.
I shifted the faucet dial to hot, then braced one hand against the shower wall as I dropped my free hand to my already-hard cock. It jerked against my fingers as I wrapped them around my shaft and let the images take over.
She has the perfect size tits, just big enough to press together and shove my cock between them. I fuck them from over top of her, watching the tip of my cock reach for her chin with every long, slick stroke.
The image was so vivid, I could almost feel her tits around my cock as I pumped it slowly. But thoughts of her chin sent my mind upward, to those ridiculously plush lips.
I have her on her knees the first time she sucks my cock. I wrap my hand around all that thick, dark hair and use it to control her speed, her depth. I have a vibrator in her cunt so I can feel the vibrations of her moans around my cock. And then, when I’m ready, I use my grip on her hair to hold her still while I fuck her mouth.
My hips jolted as my fingers caught the sensitive ridge of the head of my cock. Christ, that felt good.
When I’m finished with her mouth, I have her on the bed on her stomach. I cuff her wrists to the headboard and shove her knees up under her, giving me a perfect view of her sopping wet pussy and the vibrator I still have inside it.
I work it in and out of her, watching her writhe, hearing her quiet gasps turn to breathy moans. I work her right to the brink, then yank the vibrator out of her. When she whines, I slap her heart-shaped ass and watch my handprint raise across her flesh. It stands out in sharp contrast against her pale skin, and I fight the urge to do it again and again, to cover her in the proof of exactly who she belongs to.
My hand moved faster on my cock, gripping it tighter. The tingling started at the base of my spine; it grew and spread out, reaching for my balls.
