She pointed to the one two doors down. I walked over to it and opened the door.
She entered, stopping almost instantly. “I can’t stay in here,” she said, turning to leave. She hobbled past me, heading in the direction of my room. She went to open my door.
I followed her. “That’s my room.”
“Mi dispiace,” she apologized, moving to the next one.
I ran in front of her and opened the door, getting a nod in reward. She walked in, sitting down on the bed.
“May I get you anything?” I asked.
“I’m thirsty. Would you be so kind as to get me an orange juice?”
“Certo.” I turned and left the room, taking to the staircase. Camila and her sisters were chatting with Frano, who was sitting across the dining-room table from them, appearing uncomfortable. Andriena looked up as I neared them. She patted the chair next to her. “Sit with me, Alessandro.”
“Sorry, I must get Lady Bianca a drink.”
“Lady?” she said.
“Sì, she is the lady of the house,” I said, purposely looking at Camila, “which means she deserves my respect.”
Camila glared at me. Frano covered his mouth, looking like he was hiding a smirk.
I looked back at Andriena and gave her a bow. “I will see you later, bella donna,” I said, taking my leave. I headed into the kitchen, finding the old cook and her daughter-in-law washing dishes.
“Maria and Giulietta, so nice to see you.” I put my arms around their shoulders and gave them a kiss each on the cheek, making the younger one giggle. The older one pushed my arm off. “No touching, Romeo,” she said, with a smile, giving my ass a pat.
“How can I not touch such beautiful ladies? It would be an insult to my manhood.”
She laughed, the woman’s old face crinkling. “What do you want, Romeo?”
“A glass of orange juice for Bianca.”
Her face soured. “You shouldn’t give that woman anything.”
“Why not? She has been severely beaten and needs help.”
“She deserved everything she got, she tried to kill Alberto.”
My face dropped. “How can you say that, Maria? That poor woman is covered in bandages after that monster attacked her. And, haven’t you heard about what he did to Jagger?”
She bowed her head and wiped her eyes. “I am truly sorry for what Alberto did to Jagger, but not to Bianca. Jagger never harmed my boy, but Bianca tried to murder him.”
“Your boy?”
“I helped raise him and his brother. They lost their mother at a young age.” She turned away from me, her shoulders shaking. Her daughter-in-law mouthed, “Go,” to me, although it wasn’t rude, the concern on her face telling me that Maria needed privacy to grieve.
I went the fridge, filled a glass with juice, then quickly left as Giulietta talked softly to her mother-in-law. I cut through the dining-room and headed back up the staircase to Bianca’s room, giving the door a knock.
“Come in,” she said.
I entered, closing the door behind me.
Her gaze moved to the glass as I neared her. “Oh, I should’ve asked for a straw.” She held up her hands. “I can’t hold it.”
“I’ll help you.” I sat down on the bed and held the glass to her lips.
She took a sip of the juice as I slowly tipped the glass. Some spilled down the side of her mouth. I wiped it with my thumb, her eyes stilling me.
“Hai degli occhi stupendi,” I said, telling her she had beautiful eyes. “They are very soulful.”
She frowned. “At least I have one beautiful thing left.”
“Won’t you heal?”
“I should.” She unhooked the bandage around her head without removing the one that supported her jaw. She also had one covering her nose, which had probably been broken.
“Should you be doing that?” I asked.
“My head is fine now; it’s just my nose and jaw that still hurts. Can you give me privacy?”
I held up the glass. “Don’t you wish to finish?”
“I will later. Put it on the bedside table.”
I did what she asked, then headed for the door, stopping at her voice.
“Except for your tattoos and hair, you look just like your brother did. How old are you?”
I turned back to her. “Twenty-six.”
Her lips pressed together, and those eyes… I stared at them, the pain within them affecting me.
“Alessandro?” she said.
I snapped out of it. “Sì?”
“Why are you staring at me?” she said, touching her jaw, looking self-conscious.
“Your eyes are very expressive. They are filled with so much agony.”
“You have expressive eyes too. Your brother told me about you.”
“Which one?”
“Ricardo; I used to date him.”
“When was this?”
“Twelve years ago around Christmas.”
“I was in the hospital then.”
“I know. I visited with your brother, but you were unconscious.”
I nodded. “I should leave you in peace,” I said, uncomfortable with the subject. The kidnappers had left me for dead, the beating they had given me leaving me in a coma for two months. After I had woken up, I had found out that I’d had a stroke, which meant I had to learn how to speak again. It had taken a year before anyone could understand me, and another year before I could speak without slurring.
“Grazie, Alessandro,” Bianca said. “Ricardo said you were the nice one of the famiglia.”
I turned back. “He must’ve been drunk when he said that, because he didn’t think I was very nice for taking Ghita away from him today.”
Bianca’s face soured. “Oh, how I hate that woman. She caused your brother nothing but hell. I don’t understand why he’s so fixated on her. And why is she here? I saw her downstairs. The troia smirked at me.”
“Camila wanted her sisters back, so Frano told me to get them.”
She grimaced. “Just please make sure she doesn’t come near me.”
Nodding, I excused myself again. I left her room and entered mine, stripping down to my boxers. I flopped onto my bed, exhausted from the difficult day. I closed my eyes, wishing my past was nothing but a dream, something I could forget, instead of a nightmare that people continually reminded me of.
4
A knock came from my door. I opened my eyes, realizing it was a new day, the sunshine coming through my window bright. The knock came again. Yawning, I pushed out of bed and headed for the door, opening it. Honey stood on the other side looking as though she’d been crying continuously since I’d last saw her.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“He does hate me.” She flung herself at me, hugging me as though there was no tomorrow.
I placed an arm around her and pulled her into my room, shutting the door behind us. I directed her to the bed, and sat her down, detaching myself from her tight grip. “Tell me what happened?” I said.
She wiped her eyes. “I went back to Jagger’s room, and as soon as he saw me, he went crazy, yelling at me to get out. I don’t know what to do. I have to make him see how much I love him, but he told me not to come back,” she said, her blue eyes imploring me to help her.
“How long have you known Jagger for?”
“About two months.”
“How long have you known your husband?”
“Seven years.”
I frowned, not impressed with her weak character. “You need to look inside yourself and see if you love Jagger because of the training he has done on you or whether this is genuine love, because I really think you should be thinking about your husband, not Jagger.”
“It is genuine; I will do anything for him.”
“Okay,” I said, not believing her. “What will you do then?”
“I don’t know; that’s why I’m here. I need your help. I’m terrified the Don will sell me now that Jagger doesn’t want me.”
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br /> “The Don won’t sell you; you’re the house nurse, plus Bianca will need to be looked after.”
“I tried to help her, but she yelled at me to get out of her room. No one wants me here.”
“I do.”
“Why do you want me when Jagger doesn’t?”
I didn’t say I wanted you. “You’re a very sweet and lovely lady,” I said, having no desire to upset her even more.
“Then if the Don tries to send me away, you can say I’m with you.”
“I won’t lie to him, but, as I said, I’m sure he will want to keep you on as a nurse.”
“I can’t risk it; he’s already sent me away before, and the only reason he said I was no longer a slave was because he thought Jagger wanted me, and I can’t be sent away to that horrible Spaniard. They said he is cruel and sadistic, and I’d rather die than leave Jagger,” she breathed out.
She started babbling again, talking faster than I could keep up with, her accent hard to follow. I listened more closely, but she started using slang I didn’t understand. She paused enough to breathe out, then blurted out words I didn’t want to hear.
“I will do anything for you; even have sex with you if you tell the Don I’m your slave now.”
I stood up. “I don’t have sex with married women.”
She rose to her feet, her face a mask of desperation. “You’re a slave trainer, so you must have.” She started babbling again, the words flying out of her mouth not making sense until she slipped off her dress, her actions something I did understand.
I shook my head. “No, Honey, I told you I don’t do married women, and you aren’t thinking straight.”
“I am thinking straight and I know what I need to do now. I’m a slave and will always be one, and at least I know you have a nice side, unlike the Spanish man they talk about. And you will be happy with my services: Jagger taught me well.” She started crying. “Please don’t turn me away, you wanted me yesterday.” She unhooked her bra and dropped it. I forced myself to look away. “Please, Alessandro,” she begged.
I looked back at her, my eyes instantly going to her beautiful tits. They were spectacular, so full and big—mouthwatering beauties. My bastard cock started to harden, yelling at me to fuck her, the woman too beautiful for my own good. “You’re not listening to me,” I said. “I can’t—”
“No, you’re not listening to me! I will do anything for you if you tell the Don you want me. Anything!”
“I told you I won’t lie to him, and if you have sex with me, Jagger will have even more reason to not want you.”
She burst into tears. “I can’t leave him,” she sobbed, bringing her hands to her face.
I swore under my breath, a woman’s tears always affecting me. I picked up her bra and dress. “Put your clothes on and I will go to the Don with your concerns. I will sort something out with him.”
She dropped her hands and threw herself at me. “Thank you!”
I held my arms out wide for a moment, then wrapped them around her, knowing it was just comfort I was giving her, even though her body felt wonderful against mine, those full breasts pushed up against my stomach. I suppressed a groan because my cock was now pushing into her, trying to dry hump her.
She pulled back and looked up at me. “Are you for real, not tricking me like Jagger?”
“I’m telling the truth, I will help you the best I can as long as you—”
“I will, I will, I’ll do anything to stay.” She dropped to her knees and yanked down my boxers, grabbing a hold of my hard cock.
I inhaled sharply as she put it inside her mouth. I grabbed her shoulders. “Honey, you don’t have to—” I grunted. “Oh, fuck…”
She continued sucking me, my bastard of a dick betraying me. For a second, I thought about pulling away, but she was just too good. Jagger had definitely taught her well, because she was playing with my Prince Albert, using her tongue and teeth, and oh, fuck, fuck…
Fuck! I can’t do this; she’s married! I took a hold of her head. “Stop, Honey.”
She mumbled something around my cock, which I didn’t understand, but Dio mio, it felt great. She took a hold of my balls and started massaging them. My mind went blank for a moment, just pure pleasure racing through me, nothing but her mouth and hand, and the feelings they were creating filling my head. I groaned as she started sucking on my balls, knowing I couldn’t stop her now. I was weak, I was an addict: sex my drug. I needed it constantly, needed the euphoria to blank out every shit feeling I’d ever felt, and it did. It made me forget, and all I wanted was to forget. Plus, sex made me feel like I was needed, wanted, and not a piece of trash to be thrown away.
I groaned as she flicked my Prince Albert again. It was incredibly sensitive there, giving me more pleasure than the average man. It sent shivers up my cock, making me clench my thighs so I didn’t come, although that was all I wanted to do. She started sucking my cock again, making me want to fill her mouth with my seed, or even better, to throw her onto the bed and enter her, to feel the warmth and tightness surrounding my cock, because no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t get all of it inside of her mouth.
I pulled my cock out of her mouth and grabbed her, throwing her onto the bed. She squealed, but I was beyond caring. Once sex was started, I couldn’t stop. I needed it now, wanted it now, and would take it now. I kicked off my boxers and yanked open my drawer, pulling out a condom. Desperate to get inside of her, I rolled it on fast, almost ripping it in my excitement. Then I went for her. She looked scared, but she had initiated this, and all women groaned and cried for more once I was inside of them.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, then took a hold of my cock and pushed inside of her, making her shout out, the woman’s eyes widening to abnormal proportions. She looked in pain, but she would be in pleasure soon, because, although my cock was big, it always made the ladies writhe in ecstasy.
I let out a groan as I pushed deeper inside of her, the woman so tight, warm, wet, and oh so fucking perfect. I grabbed a hold of her perfect ass and pulled her even closer, then I started to fuck her like she’d never been fucked before.
I stared into her eyes as I penetrated her. Once I was inside of a woman, they were my lover and I was theirs. I knew it was a fantasy, but I preferred to live a lie than my dark reality, and if it was physically possible, I would stay inside of a woman continuously, so the illusion never ended.
I slammed inside of her again and again, lost in the euphoria, lost in her. She undulated beneath me, looking like she couldn’t get enough of what I was doing. I leaned down and latched onto one of her glorious breasts. I began sucking it, unable to get enough of her soft breast and hard nipple. She started keening, telling me yes continuously in English; no not part of the equation, because this couldn’t be wrong. Nothing about the pleasure I was receiving and giving could ever be wrong. I wanted to consume her, to have her scream my name, which I knew I would get, because “Alessandro” was already falling from her lips, her voice going higher and higher with every thrust of my cock and suck of her breast.
She placed a hand on my head, pushing my face even more into her beautiful bosom. And I never pulled away from what a woman wanted, so I mauled her tits, totally lost in the pleasure. She thrust her pussy into me hard, crying out my name even louder. Realizing she was climaxing, I clamped down on one of her nipples, putting extra pressure on the hard bud. Her body went rigid in response, then she screamed out loud enough for the whole house to hear.
As she sagged, her orgasm starting to wane, I latched onto her other breast and did the same to that nipple, making her arch and cry out again, her body not realizing it had finished, nor wanting to either, the pleasure everything. She dug her fingernails into my head, the pain so fucking delicious it made my cock twitch inside of her. I needed to come too, needed to have my body fucked as well as my mind.
As she came for the second time, I pulled back and raised her legs over my shoulders, then started penetrating her h
ard, the woman too far gone to feel any pain, if anything it spurred her on, making her scream to God for more. And I gave it to her, my cock moving in and out of her as though it was possessed. Then I felt the buildup, the warmth in my stomach spreading down to my cock and balls, the need to come, to fill her, to push every last drop of cum out of my body. This was what I did it for, what blanked my mind, what only brought me joy not hate. I roared as my cock exploded inside of her, nothing but the pleasure filling my mind and body, the exquisite feelings only sex could give me. She cried out my name again, her legs locking around my neck, strangling me with her passion. My cock jerked inside of her while my body stayed still, just feeling the bliss and pain all rolled into one. Then it all stopped as the last drop fell. I flopped on top of her, exhausted and satiated—for the moment, because I knew in five minutes my cock would want more, my body a freak of nature, never satisfied long enough to know it’s had sex.
She squeaked underneath me. I pulled out of her and rolled to the side, wishing it hadn’t finished, because my thoughts started creeping back in.
Why can’t you fucking control yourself?
She’s a married woman.
And she only fucked you because she wanted to stay with Jagger.
No one wants you.
No one loves you.
They only take what they want then throw you away.
You’re a worthless piece of shit.
Sobbing started up next to me, making me turn to Honey. “What’s wrong?” I said, now worried I’d hurt her.
She covered her face with her hands.
“Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head. “I just cheated on Jagger.”
“It should be your husband you’re concerned about, not Jagger.”
“If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t be here!”
“Are you talking about your husband or Jagger?”
“My husband! He got me into this mess. If it wasn’t for him Dan wouldn’t be making me do this.”
“Who’s Dan?”
She put her hands to her head. “I can’t believe I told you that!” Before I knew what was happening, she jumped up and went for my desk, swiping up my phone, then ran for the bathroom. My brain finally kicked into gear. I went for her, but the door slammed in my face, the lock clicking before I could get a hand to it.
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