Thirteen

Marcello
With all the rush after surviving the gunshots on my way home after getting off the jet, I couldn’t think of anything better than coming to her room. I have grown up in this insecurity and I have survived an uncountable amount of death traps. Someone is after me, but I can’t single out one because I have a fucking handful of haters. I am not horrified though. I know I am going to survive through this.
We managed to get our hands on one of the goons who were shooting at us on the road. He has lost consciousness but he is not dead. Yet. We are going to make sure he is awake soon and we shall squeeze the information we need from him.
Right now, I am trying to clear my mind, sinking in the warmth of this woman below me.
Her tongue invades my mouth, and she moans once again, her whimpers causing my blood to heat up. Her hands thread through my hair and she tugs at it, hard.
Fuck!
I lift her off the bed and sit up so that she is sitting on top of me. My body is so heightened and I am so fucking hard my pants feel comfortable. My hands slide effortlessly under her shirt to cup her ass. I give it a rough squeeze, and she responds by grinding her crotch on mine.
F. U. U. U. C. K.!
She keeps grinding on me, her moans getting more and more intense. God! When was the last time I had a woman dry-humping me? This is so hot.
It would be so easy to enter her. I could just pull aside her panties. I am sure she is soaking wet right now I would slide in effortlessly. She would be so hot, and her insides would be trembling only a few seconds later because I would fill her, touching all those spots she didn’t know existed in her.
I pull away from the kiss. She is breathing so hard, but her eyes are boring through mine. Her hair is sprayed around us like a blanket. We stay like this for a moment, each one of us, trying to regain our momentum and gazes locked.
My hands slide up her back, caressing her slowly. She pushed her hair behind her but didn’t stop me. She wants this as much as I do. But this is not the right time. If I fuck her then there is no going back. I am sure I wouldn’t get enough of her. I would want her in my bed twenty-four-seven. I would want her back arched in pleasure receiving uncountable orgasms through the night so that she couldn’t be able to walk properly the following day.
All in good time. All in good time, Marcello, but not today. I can’t have her yet. I want her ready and willing to have me. I want her to first be mine and ready to take me in all the ways I want. She should first yearn and beg for it. Not today.
I get my hands out of her shirt, despite her skin being so warm and inviting. I carry her off me and place her back into the bed. Her face has this crossed look. I get up on the bed and lean down to kiss her on the mouth. I pull back quickly and stand up straight.
“I would love to stay the night but I have to go, Dolcezza. Good night,” I say. Her jaw literally drops to the floor but she regains her poise almost immediately. It’s very clear she is disappointed but she is trying hard not to show it.
Next time, baby girl, when you accept to be mine. I will satisfy all your desires through the night and day.
I excuse myself before I have a change of mind because it seems most likely that will if I stay a few more minutes here looking at the half-naked Madonna whom I just turned on. I think she is going to hate me for this.
I head for the bathroom immediately after entering my room. I have to cool off somehow. I can still feel Elsa’s hands on my body, her lips on mine, her body on mine.
I end up finishing myself off under the shower fantasies of that hot mouth wrapped around my dick. I can only imagine her checking on it, me pushing it down her throat, her on her knees begging for it, and the countless things I would want to do to that lovely mouth. I jerk off groaning in frustration.
That woman is going to be the death of me! I have to make her mine.
I think about calling Lucia over. She is not my kept woman but she belongs to me and she gives herself wholly to me when she is with me. We set boundaries in our relationship. She is free to do whatever she wants but she has to be mine when I need her. She knows how I like it. She knows my boundaries and does not question my commands. If I called her over, she would be here in a few minutes even though she was already in bed. It is only two. She is a night person. She could probably awake.
But the more I think of it, the less intriguing it gets to have her come over. She is a good fuck, alright, but my mind is wrapped around Elsa. The woman who is supposed to be under my protection.
God! I am so fucked up!
I get up at six after miraculously managing to fall asleep after all the thoughts that were haunting my head last night. I instantly head to the gym before checking on my phone because I would easily get carried away by work.
I have a gym on the first floor of the house. I had it put there after taking over this house from my father. I prefer having my personal space to work out when I want.
I spent a full hour sweating it off, and I feel so good and very horny. I should see Lucia tonight. I don’t deny my body’s needs at any point when I know I am capable of satisfying them whatsoever. That’s why I have Lucia to fuck when I want, where I can be sure of her sexual health and have nothing to worry about.
Is Elsa on birth control?
Shit!
My brain is now like a trash can and I can’t help it.
After working out, I hit the shower and tried so hard not to jerk myself off thinking of how warm and inviting Elsa’s sex must be.
I have a good number of work emails and missed calls. I browse through them and then dress up for office.
I then head to my office to collect my Mac and briefcase. I have a lot to do in the office today, and I am anticipating the meeting with Federico at three. I can already tell what he wants to talk about. Elsa is the main topic. The asshole thinks he stands a chance against me. He better play his cards right this time.
Downstairs, Elvira is busy in the kitchen.
“Buongiorno, Zia.” Her face always lightens up whenever I show up to greet her every morning before breakfast. I know I am that big of a jerk but somehow I have managed to have my aunt here since more mom was killed, over twenty years ago. She was widowed when her husband was killed and so was her her son. She lost interest in the other side of life and never remarried, dedicating the rest of her life to serving in this estate and cooking for me delicious meals. She knows how much her presence in my life and this house means to me, that’s why she has been able to bear all these years with me, despite who I am. She has been more of a mother than my mother was able to be. I can’t afford to lose her. That’s why I guard her jealously. She always goes out of the house with security even though she doesn’t like it. I have had a lot of precious people in my life murdered because of our family’s power and she is all I have left. That is why I ensured that we set up a vegetable garden and grow some of our food so that she doesn’t have to move out a lot. She has to be kept safe at all costs.
“You got me very worried last night, Tesoro. I thought something had happened to you on your way home, you know. You said you were going to be home early,” she says, removing a pot from the fire.
“There was no need for you to worry. I just got caught up the the way, that’s all. What matters is that I am okay,” I assure her.
There is no way I would tell her of the attack. I don’t want her to worry about my safety. I will deal with it myself. I have been informed that our captive is awake now. I would have dressed more appropriately for the event if I had been informed earlier. The idiot will have to tell us who he is working under whether he wants or not. I am a man of my means.
“Elsa hasn’t come down yet?” I inquire, walking into the breakfast room.
“Not yet. I think she is not yet ready,” Elvira responds from the kitchen.
My mind runs back to last night. Her hot mouth on mine, how her body responded to mine. I shake the thought away. That’s all I have been able to think of since I left her room. I can’t go there now to wake her. I wouldn’t make it back. I am already on the edge and if I found her in one of those shirts she always puts on in bed, would be done for. I wouldn’t hold back this time.
I will eat breakfast without her. I need to get a grip on my self-control. It just slips out of my hands when I get close to her. I have to keep reminding myself why she is here. What would Roberto think of me if he finally recovered and found out that I kept her daughter in my mansion just to end up fucking her? Surprisingly I don’t give a shit! I mean Elsa is old enough and she knows what she wants. She didn’t stop me lady night. In fact, she wanted me. She wanted me to fuck her in the middle of the night. She was to be fucked by the monster.
Shit!
Breakfast hardly goes well.
I met with Gabriele outside the house. He was with me last night. I had to go with him to Monaco because I wanted him to be around while I opened a new Hotel.
“Buongiorno, Marcello,” he greets, walking towards me.
“Buongiorno, Gabriele. How are you feeling this morning.” We shake hands. He looks good in a blue three-piece suit. He is almost thirteen years older than me but he has his charming good looks that have women swooning over him even though he is married with two kids.
“Good. How are you?”
“Very good. Now let’s go kill that mother-fucker! ”
He looks shocked by my spirits this morning.
“I thought you wanted to first do some interrogation,” he inquires. We start walking to the dungeon where the prisoner is locked up.
“Yes, and then kill him thereafter. I will kill him whether he does or does not tell us who sent him,” I respond.
Gabriele only shakes his head. He knows me well not to ask anymore.
The bastard does not yield on torture. He refuses to tell us anything. We even put an electric shock but he doesn’t utter a word about who sent him. He looks like a young man in around late thirties. He is bald and heavily built.
I cock my gun and put it on his forehead.
“Tell me who sent you or I will spill your brains all over the floor of this dungeon,” I tell him.
“I am not afraid of you Marcello Viscuso. So fuck you!” he gives me a self-satisfied smirk.
I shoot in his left leg.
“You don’t have to be afraid of me for me to kill you. How much did he pay you? I can triple it. Mention it,” I am giving him one last chance.
He spits, and it only falls as far as his sweat-smeared chest. Asshole.
“Stop spitting on yourself and take the deal because I am going to kill you if you don’t cooperate with me,” I warn him.
He only grins.
Smash!
I slap the gun on his cheek, breaking his nose altogether. His face is now a swollen bloody mess. He looks back at me. He laughs, an annoying loud laugh.
So I am now entertaining my prisoner.
“I am glad you at least find me funny,” I say.
“It’s funny how you think you can buy me off with a few of you millions,” he says, hardly sucking in air. I add him some voltage, sending him into deafening screams.
I think I will keep him for later. He seems to enjoy the torture. I will have enough time for him after work.
“Since I am that much a lot a comedian, how about I come over tonight and give you a private show? I am sure I will like it,” I tell him, then shoot in his right leg. He still doesn’t say.
“Make sure you live till then. I will bring over some toys,” I smirk before heading out of the dungeon.
Moron!