(Filipo Valentini)
“I don’t want to go home!”, Vincenzo protests as we walk towards the exit door.
“Then stay”, I roll my eyes, “I’m going home!”, I say impatiently and turn my back on him.
I need to cool off, this place is too suffocating.
“What’s up, Lipi?”, he comes back to my side, “What happened to the cat in the black dress? The way you two were kissing on the dance floor, I thought yous were going to have sex and take a some of that grumpy face off your, but you came out worse!”
“I don’t want to talk about it”, I get in the car and so does Vincenzo.
By miracle my brother shuts up, of the three brothers, Vincenzo was the most communicative, he liked to talk and stuff, I even tried, but I can’t keep saying what I feel or showing, I’m rude and when it comes to having sex with a woman, that doesn’t change.
He liked his late wife, they would spend hours talking and cuddling, they would do it even in front of other people, it was disgusting to watch. Matteo always complained to him about the feeling he felt too big, and the worst thing is to show it wherever they are, but Vincenzo refused to change and be like men in the mafia should be, and that came at a very high price.
My brother’s personality changed, if I were to use our father’s terms, I would say that now Vincenzo could be considered a man.
“Does Matteo know you’re here?”, I ask as I stop the car at a red light.
When I got home, he wouldn’t even let me put my feet up in the living room, he dragged me in and convinced me to go with him to this club. I wanted to refuse, I was too tired, but he blackmailed me and I gave in.
“No”, he answers, looking out the window.
“You have to stop running away from there like that. You have responsibilities…”
“As if you could teach me anything about morals, you abandoned everyone in Italy and came to live here. Look, let’s stop talking about it, I want to go to sleep.”
“I’m sorry”, I say and shut up, the light goes on and I continue my way to my house.
I know my brother must be thinking about a lot of things, he still feels very guilty about his wife’s death, knowing that he will never be able to have a child. I imagine that not even the torture we had to go through because of our father, doesn’t come close to the pain of loss he has been feeling for the past five years.
I don’t want to have any relationship, I can’t. I’m a very complicated guy and I know that if I get too involved with someone, it will be detrimental to both of us. Mafiosi don’t have friends and bosses can’t have feelings because enemies haven’t gotten a hold of this weak spot.
Renata’s brown eyes come to mind, her face all flushed and the sweet smell of her skin, I imagine myself between her breasts sucking them while she rides me, just thinking about it makes my partner give a sign of life.
Shit, I need to get her out of my thoughts. I’ve never thought about a woman for so long before. I really need to get laid.
I park the car in the garage and get out, walk into the house and Vincenzo walks into the guest room.
“Fratello?”, I call out to him.
“Yes?”
“Nothing, can go to sleep.”
What was I going to do? Why would I ask for advice? Renata is just another bucaro of walking pleasure, so why haven’t me sunk into her fleshs yet?
Oh, shit! I’ll only stop thinking about her when I have her under me and kill this crazy desire to see her skin marked with the slaps of my hand, her neck marked with my hickeys, her sweaty face and her voice hoarse with pleasure screaming my name, with her having fun on my dick.
I have never interested me a woman as much as I interested this one. I don’t understand what’s different about her, maybe it’s the girlish face? Or the bold eyes? The sweet voice? The slender figure and shapely legs?
I know I shouldn’t and I don’t even understand why I’m so obsessed with her, she seems like the romantic, dreamy type, the one who wants to get married and start a family. But I can’t control what I’m feeling, I want her and I’ll only stop when I have her. I refuse to suppress the fire that consumes me. I’m going to make her give herself to me, then I’ll walk out of her life.
Will she suffer? Probably yes, but I know I will be a great keepsake in her memories, that should be enough. She’s not like those girls who come to me looking for money and the good life.
I take a quick shower and go to sleep. Tomorrow Vincenzo leaves, and on Monday I start teasing her, I want to see how far she will resist.
>Monday:
Another night waking up to noises, I should make a soundproof room, but fear… wait, not fear, but apprehension of something bad actually happening, stops me.
I get up more excited than usual, I never imagined being so excited about the plan to provoke a woman. A lot of things are happening lately that should never happen.
Fuck! I don’t want to think about it, I just want to smell her sweet scent and see her little face red with embarrassment and excitement, at the moment that’s what I want.
The night I went to her house and had dinner with her, I want to do it again, but with her as dinner.
I finish combing my hair and go to the garage, I get in the car and in less than ten minutes I park at the company.
I open the front doors and see Renata talking to Caio at the reception desk. I feel all my good humor drain out of my pores. I press my mouth into a straight line and grip the handle of my briefcase tightly. I walk briskly towards them. They both didn’t notice me walk in, the conversation between them is so good that Renata can’t help but smile. A beautiful and spontaneous smile, a smile she never showed around me.
Why does she feel so comfortable with him talking and smiling and with me she is always serious and wanting to leave as soon as possible?
No woman has ever acted this way with me before, I’ve never had to compete for attention with anyone or go after anyone. What the fuck is this woman doing to me?!
“Renata, in my living room, now!”
I speak rudely without looking her in the face, before continuing I look seriously at Caio who swallows the saliva. I hope he understands that it is to stay away from her. I will change her from the receptionist position, she will be my assistant until I get what I want. Then she can fuck whoever she wants.
I go to my living room, walk in and set my briefcase on the couch, stand by the door, the sound of her heels clicking against the floor lets me know how close she is.
An amused smile escapes me, her sweet perfume invades my nostrils as soon as Renata walks through the door, I see her eyes searching for me, her frown at not finding me, I turn the key locking the door, I arrive I from behind and place my hands on her hips, she jumps in fright, I turn her to look at me, her mouth opens to protest, but before she speaks, I claim her lips for me.
Both her hands go to my chest trying to push me away, I grip her waist firmly, my other hand goes to the nape of her neck, I tangle my fingers in her loose hair, my tongue begs for passage on her soft lips. Her body relaxes, she opens her mouth and corresponds to the kiss, my cock throbs inside my underpan as I feel her tongue on mine. Her delicate hands entwine around my neck, I walk with her and place her on my table, without difficulty her legs accommodate me, I lower my hand to her thigh and squeeze it hard, I feel her flesh sink with my fingers, she moans, her moans are like music to me, I descend distributing kisses on the skin of her neckd, I feel her skin bristle and a heavy, panting sigh comes out of her mouth, her eyes closed.
What a fucking fragrant woman! I take my hand from the back of her neck and take them to her breasts over her blouse, feeling them over the cupless bra, I’m dying to quench my thirst in her hard tits. But she opens her eyes and pushes me away.
“What do you think you are doing?!”, she screams and climbs off the table, straightening her skirt.
Crap!