by Penelope Sky
“Hades, I’m sorry.” Holton turned to me, letting Maximum grab him and drag him away. “Please, I have a daughter. I’ll pay you every cent that I owe you, alright? Please.” Maximum dragged him to one of the large windows that was twelve stories above the sidewalk. Diesel unlocked it and pushed it open.
When Holton realized what was happening, he screamed. “Hades, don’t do this.”
“You’ve already paid me back, Holton. I saw to that.” I sauntered toward him, my hands resting in my pockets.
Knowing the ground had been pulled from underneath his feet, Holton’s eyes shone with a gloss, probably from the harshness of the wind that was blowing into the room. “My family… Please don’t hurt my family.”
I’d never been interested in torturing innocents. But of course, I never told anyone that. “If you don’t want me to hurt them, you’ll keep your mouth shut and not say a word all the way down.”
His mouth opened then his bottom lip trembled. “All the way down…?”
Maximum pulled him to the ledge.
“Hades, come on.” He tried to squirm out of his hold, but Maximum was far too big to be pushed away.
“Make a sound, and they all die.”
When Holton understood this was the end, there was such defeat in his eyes. He would have screamed like all other cowards, but knowing his family was on the line silenced him. Nothing he said could change my mind—and he knew that.
I just wanted him to shut up so we didn’t attract any unwanted attention. We’d booked a hotel room for him a few floors down. Everyone would think he’d jumped himself, that it was a sad story of suicide.
I nodded to Maximum. “Do it.”
Holton clenched his jaw tighter to control his screams. He grunted as he tried to fight back, as he tried to hold on to something as he was shoved out the window. He held on to the windowsill with a few fingers, desperate to survive.
Maximum kicked him and down he went.
We were so high up, we didn’t hear his body collide with the ground, only the shriek of a woman down below.
I turned back to the table. “Did you hear that, gentlemen? Silence.”
“So you pushed him out a fucking window?” Damien sat across from me at the dining table in my four-story home in the heart of Florence. I had a secure parking garage and a large fence around my property for privacy. There was decent land for trees and an outdoor pool, but for the most part, I spent my time indoors. I had an entire block to myself—and no neighbors were the best kind of neighbors. “I didn’t push him. Maximum did.”
“But still—hard-core.”
“He raised the price of my product and pocketed the profit. That’s stealing.”
“True…”
“People who steal from me never live long.”
“Double true.” He puffed on his cigar and let the smoke rise to the ceiling.
We shared a bottle of scotch, just the way we used to when we were young. Now we were almost thirty…but we hadn’t slowed down a bit. I liked smelling cigars more than smoking them, but when Damien lit up, I couldn’t resist the urge.
“So, everything taken care of?”
“Always.”
“If you raised the profits of that shipment and people were paying, maybe you could do the same with the rest.”
“We’re always laundering so much.”
“So?” He shrugged. “The government can’t be that dumb. They just look the other way because they don’t want to get pushed out a window.”
I grinned slightly. “You know I don’t mess with the police.”
“Because you’ve never had to. If push came to shove—”
“Everyone has a price. I’ll just pay them off.”
“Pretty soon we’ll have to pay off everyone in Italy.”
I shrugged. “So be it.” Damien and I had founded our bank years ago, with the sole intention of laundering money from our drug enterprise. But as the years passed, more men wanted a piece of the pie—including the Tuscan Rose. Sofia had no idea Gustavo was laundering the money I gave him for offering a neutral place for meetings. I’d done more deals at the Tuscan Rose than anywhere else.
I felt bad for the girl… She’d be devastated when she found out.
“When is the money coming in?” Damien asked. “I just asked our guys about the ship in the Mediterranean, but the winds have been unkind.”
My phone vibrated in my pocket, so I pulled it out to check the message.
It was from Sofia. I get off work in twenty minutes.
It was impossible not to grin at that message.
“What the fuck are you smiling about over there?” Damien relaxed in his chair and put his feet on the table. “You only smile for money or pussy. Which one is it?”
“The second one.”
“You can always have too much money, but never too much pussy. Who’s the girl?”
Damien had been my friend for more than ten years. There were no secrets between us. But I wouldn’t betray Sofia’s identity, and I wouldn’t describe her fuckable tits and her even more fuckable ass. Her secrets were safe with me. “Nobody.”
My fingers spanned her entire back, my thumbs touching across her belly. I guided her up and down, feeling her hips undulate as she ground her clit against my hard body, pleasing herself without shame. Every time she rolled her hips, she arched her back in the sexiest way, pressed her tits farther into my face.
Damn, whores didn’t even fuck this good.
I leaned against the headboard and watched her fuck me, felt her airtight pussy slide up and down my dick, slathering it with another layer of cream. Every time she lifted her body, I could see the cream build up around the base of my dick.
Her tits were so damn amazing. They were small, with little nipples, but they fit her petite size so well. I liked to watch them shake up and down as she worked up a sweat fucking me. Last time we’d met in this hotel room, she’d lain there while I’d fucked her brains out.
Now it was her turn.
My hands cupped her tits and squeezed them like stress balls while my cock twitched with joy. Nothing better than being balls deep in a beautiful woman with my hands full of tits.
She bounced on my dick harder and harder, using my shoulders as an anchor as she really got herself going. She arched her back deeply every time, her ass looking amazing in the mirror on the wall. Her whimpers became higher in pitch, and she started biting her bottom lip in preparation for another climax.
She pressed her face against mine as she came, moaning and clawing me at the same time.
I spanked her ass. “Come, baby.”
She moaned.
I spanked her again. “Come all over this dick.”
Her nails dragged down my chest as she finished, yelling, screaming, and whimpering all at the same time. “God…” Her hand dug deep into her hair as she finished, as if she didn’t know how else to process the pleasure. “I love your dick.”
My cock twitched inside her, pleased with her compliment. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto me a couple of times until I hit my threshold. Then my toes curled and my fingers dug into her skin as I came, my hips thrusting involuntarily as I finished shooting my load into the condom.
My head rested against the headboard as I stared at her, my chest rising and falling rapidly as my body returned to normal. My fingers loosened their hold, and I stared at her messy hair, her beautiful green eyes. She had thick brown hair, dark in color and so exotic. It was soft to the touch, shiny under the light. I’d been with so many beautiful women in so many places, but this woman had a special quality. It wasn’t just her perfect body, her doll-like face, or her full lips. It was something else…something I noticed the moment I laid eyes on her.
When I said she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen…I meant it.
My hand snaked into her hair and pulled it from her cheek as I cradled her close to me. My dick had softened inside her, but I wasn’t eager to break free. My thumb brush
ed across her bottom lip, feeling the smoothness and the wetness of my own saliva. I’d already fucked her twice, but I still wanted more…I wanted her.
I pulled her into me and kissed her.
She kissed me back, still out of breath from fucking me like she was paid to do it.
My fingers continued to stroke her hair, feel the quickening pulse in her neck. I touched her small tongue with my own, felt her racing heartbeat against my palm. I scooted her closer to me and deepened the kiss, falling into the bliss this woman gave me. It wasn’t just good sex. It was passionate, satisfying, dreamlike. A fuck with a woman was usually a one-time thing, and even if it wasn’t, I didn’t necessarily look forward to the next one. But with Sofia, I already couldn’t wait until the next time I saw her.
She had been just eighteen years old when I first wanted to fuck her. If she had been older, I would have lifted up her dress and fucked her against the wall outside the party. But she was too young, too innocent. I was an asshole to the worst degree…but I wouldn’t do something like that. We were still the same number of years apart, but now she was a grown woman, a woman with confidence and experience.
Judging from the way she fucked me, she knew exactly what she was doing.
Her hands glided up my chest, and she kissed me like she never wanted it to end. When she’d looked at me in the bar, her gaze had been full of dislike. But now she touched me like she couldn’t live without me, like I was her reason to keep breathing.
After a few minutes of heated kisses, she pulled away and ran her fingers through her hair. Her eyes glanced at the clock sitting on the nightstand and checked the time. “It’s getting late…” She tried to move off me.
“No.” I grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her back on top of me. “I’m not done.”
“It’s almost eleven.”
“And when it’s midnight, it’ll be just as late.” My hand glided into her hair once more, pulling it from her beautiful face. Her makeup had been washed away by the sweat, but that somehow made her more stunning. She looked like a woman who had just been fucked, and since I’d done the fucking, it was a turn-on.
“What kind of batteries do you run on?” she asked, her fingertips lightly stroking my chest. She referred to my sexual prowess, my surprising endurance.
“You.”
She tilted her head slightly.
“If I were that horny all the time, I would never leave the house. You make me this way.” I didn’t want her to get off my lap, to take away that sexy ass and those gorgeous tits. I wished I could come home to her open legs every night, just slide between her thighs and fuck her before I went to sleep.
“You make me this way too…” Her eyes dropped so she could watch her hands. She still possessed a hint of shyness, a small resemblance to the girl I’d met on the balcony. She’d grown into a confident woman since then, but it was nice to see the vulnerable side of her once in a while.
“Then we should do this more often.”
“I wish…but we can’t get caught.”
Gustavo wouldn’t be pleased to know I was fucking his stepdaughter, but because of our business arrangement, he wouldn’t do anything about it. I didn’t care if her mother knew about it. But I suspected Sofia would be embarrassed if her family had any information about her personal life, and if she knew I was a drug dealer, she would probably be disturbed by that…even though her family members were also criminals. “It makes it more fun that way.”
She gently moved off me, letting my dick and the condom slide out of her. She rolled to my side and lay down, her perfect body on display for me to enjoy.
I grabbed a handful of tissues and cleaned off before I lay flat on my back.
She stared at me. “How do you feel about cuddling?”
I patted my chest.
She smiled and moved into me, inserting her leg between my knees while resting her head on my shoulder. Her arm draped over my waist, her fingertips slightly exploring the grooves of muscle of my physique. “So…what do you with Gustavo?”
I knew the question would come up. It was also obvious that Gustavo wasn’t giving her any information. I gave her the truth but left out all the good stuff. “I’m his banker.”
“His personal banker?”
“No. For the Tuscan Rose. He uses my bank for the hotel’s finances, and I help manage his payments and assets. He has a hefty loan from me, and I invest his profits to pay off the loan quicker.” The specifics didn’t matter. When her family was ready to come clean, she would know then. It wasn’t my place to get involved.
She accepted the information without prying further. Her fingers continued to explore my body, and her body softened as she relaxed into me. Her curves were so perfect, her sexy hips and her tiny little waist. Her straight brown hair was exquisite, so nice to fist when I wanted to anchor her in place. Her bottom lip was shaped like a bow, and it was as plump as a cherry, full of juice I wanted to suck dry.
Fucking beautiful.
She could be a damn model if she wanted, command a ridiculous salary to be on billboards all over the world. She could be the highest-paid courtesan in Europe, gaining millions of euros for just a single night of her time.
But instead, she wanted to manage a hotel.
I respected her for it.
She sat up and tucked her hair behind her ear, the rest falling across my chest as she moved. “Thanks for tonight…” She rose to her feet and fetched her clothes. Her bra had landed on the back of the chair, hanging by a single hook.
I stared at her ass as she walked away, mesmerized by the subtle shake back and forth. Her movements were primal, and she turned me into an animal just by watching her. I wanted to pin her to the ground and claim her as mine.
She started to get dressed, keeping her back turned to me. She clasped her bra around her waist, and she pulled her black dress over her perfect body. Watching her put her clothes on was somehow just as sexy as when she took them off.
The other women I’d been with were all the same. They were attracted to my wealth, my power. They got off on the way I bossed everyone around. They even got off on the times I murdered my enemies. Once, I shot a man right between the eyes, and a woman sucked my dick immediately afterward. And they always wanted more…something I couldn’t give. Flings didn’t last long because they blossomed into conversations about the future. That was why I hardly ever saw the same woman twice.
But Sofia seemed to want nothing to do with me.
Maybe it was because our worlds were intertwined and it wasn’t professional. But I suspected she had stronger reasons for crossing me off her list. Her mind and body were at war with each other. When her body was being satisfied, she ignored all the logic her brain tried to give her. She liked fucking in a hotel room because it was so meaningless—like it was an affair.
I got out of bed and pulled on my boxers. Her back was turned to me, so I approached her slowly, my eyes examining the nape of her neck. Her hair was pulled over one shoulder, and she bent down to slip her heels on.
When she stood upright, my arms circled her waist, and I pulled her close to me, my lips immediately tasting the delicate skin of her neck.
She immediately turned her face away, exposing herself to a deeper kiss.
My lips sucked that perfectly fair skin, making it flush the color of a pink rose petal. My arms tightened on her flat stomach, and I pulled her deep into me, my hands caressing her tits through her bra.
She didn’t fight back. She let me have her…all of her.
I kissed her neck then rested my lips against her ear. “Sofia, you’re an amazing woman.”
She backed her ass into me, rubbing against my hard-on through the cotton. “No, Hades. You’re the one who’s amazing…”
I closed my eyes as I squeezed her a little tighter, so hard I was going to rip through my boxers so I could get to that pussy. I’d just fucked this woman plenty of times, but now I bent her over the table and yanked her dress up over her ass.
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She gripped the edge of the table and deepened the arch in her back, popping her ass up because she wanted it, because her pussy was still wet even though she’d had enough orgasms to last a week.
I rolled the condom onto my dick and slid inside her, listening to her breathe deeper as she took every inch.
Her hand moved to the back of my neck, and she positioned our faces so we could see each other, see the mutual look of desire we both possessed. “Fuck me, Hades. Fuck me hard.”
Jesus. “Yes, baby.”
6
Sofia
I walked through the front door at one in the morning.
I locked the fourteen-foot double doors behind me and stepped into the grand entryway of my family home. With the thick walls and the structure surrounding our estate, it was easy to forget the city was right outside. All the noise from cars and passersby diminished once I was on the property—making me feel alone.
I began the long journey up the stairs, my feet dragging because I was exhausted from working all morning and all afternoon…and then fucking like crazy at night. Did I have any regrets? Hell no. But I was fucking tired.
My eyes were downcast, and I didn’t notice my mother standing at the top of the stairs. In her loose nightgown with her hair pinned back and a green mask on her face, she looked like a demon.
Startled, I took a few steps back. “Shit. Don’t creep up on people like that, Ma.”
“I’m not creeping. I’ve been standing here the whole time, watching you do your walk of shame up the stairs.”
I shouldered my purse and sighed, not wanting to conjure some false explanation for my whereabouts. My hair was messy despite my attempt to straighten it, and my lips were swollen because Hades couldn’t stop kissing me. When my lips were exhausted, he moved elsewhere, making my nipples raw. “It’s late. You should go to sleep.”
“I was in the mood for a cookie, so I snuck into the kitchen and grabbed one.”