all my men in the warehouse. “Lorenzo, let’s go.”
When we make it back outside, head to the car, and start to drive, Lorenzo finally speaks.
“Where we going, Boss?”
I don’t answer right away. Instead, I look down at myself. There is blood all over my white shirt.
“Should we go into the city?”
I know what he’s asking. If we go into the city, as we do on most nights when I torture a man, I’d find a woman and fuck for hours. It’s probably exactly what I need, but for some reason, I’m just not in the mood. Sticking my dick in some nameless whore doesn’t seem that appealing.
Now sticking my dick in my wife, on the other hand . . .
Fucking Salvatore.
If he hadn’t hired those guys to take my truck, I could be balls deep in Viviana by now.
I’m no idiot. It was clearly written all over her face how much she wanted me.
I could have spent a night doing her instead of going home dripping in blood and no pussy.
It’s pretty late when we get home. We pull the car into the garage, and I head up the stairs. Before going to my wing, I walk up the opposite stairs, the stairs that lead to her room. Her door is closed, and I consider knocking, but the truth is, she’s probably sleeping. I open the door anyway, walking inside, but what I see has my dick going hard.
There, on the pristine white linens, is brown hair splayed across the pillow.
Following the path down, her eyes are closed, her mouth soft, the hollow of her neck bare. She’s naked. Her breasts are exposed, and her perky nipples are up and erect, ready for the taking.
I should wake her, finish what we never began, but I’m dripping in blood. My hands are still coated in red filth.
I turn on my heel, walking straight out of her room and down the hall until I make it to the right wing of the house.
I storm inside. I’m all worked up with no outlet. I consider having Lorenzo send a former hookup. It wouldn’t be the first time I called one over just to let one suck me off.
It won’t do. Only one woman currently occupies space in my mind. Not a good thing either. I walk to the bathroom, turn the knob in the shower, and strip off my clothes.
When I step under the water, the floor starts to turn red as it washes away the sins of the night. While it washes me clean, it does nothing to solve my other problem.
My cock is still ready to fuck.
I grab myself in my hand. It’s either this or I wake up my wife. Since that’s not going to happen, I stroke myself root to tip. The hot water flows from above, rinsing away the blood on my hands.
It drips off me, clinging to the surface of my skin.
Death and sin.
It’s primal and dirty.
It’s everything I need right now.
My grip tightens as I think of Viviana lying on the bed.
Naked and ready.
Waiting for me to fuck her.
And I do.
Deep and hard.
Until I fall over the edge.
18
Viviana
* * *
A noise coming from outside my room has me startling awake.
What time is it?
That’s when I notice that my door is ajar.
Why isn’t it closed? It’s supposed to be closed.
I’m about to get out of bed when I notice a cold feeling run through my chest. That’s when I look down and see that I’m not wearing anything.
I threw off my clothes and fell asleep.
Now the chill that attacks me isn’t from my naked body, but from the fact someone was recently inside my room and saw me like this.
I jump up from my bed and grab my robe, tying it tightly before I creep out the door.
No lights are on in the house, but regardless of that, I keep walking toward the stairs. Maybe Matteo is home? Maybe he came to see me? To apologize.
I’m not entirely sure where his room is, but I vaguely remember Giana saying it was in the other wing of the house.
When I get to the stairs, I decide not to go down them. Instead, I head toward the landing that will lead me to the other side of the house.
This side is dark, too.
I’m surprised.
I know the house has more security guards than a jail, yet no one is up here.
It’s eerily quiet. Ghost-like, even.
This is how a horror movie begins . . .
The dumb girl walks in the dark