Page 38 of Milo

"Why don't you fuck me and find out?" He raises a challenging brow. "Maybe I'll tell you everything you want to know." He draws nearer, his scruffy stubble brushing against my cheek as his lips wisp across the tip of my ear. "Every deep, dark secret."

"Is that all it takes to break down the Berlin wall?" I breathe, my breasts rising, pushing against his chest as he grips the counter behind me, caging me between his arms. "A little pussy power?"

He grins. “What can I say? I am merely a mortal man, Kiara. Some things are universal."

I place my hand on his chest and bite my lip. "You know what else is universal, Mr. Di Vaio?"

"What?"

I cock my head to the side. "Liars."

"You think I'm bluffing? I can assure you I am a very honest man."

"Please!" I snort, releasing a melodic laugh. "You're the head of Santi Oscuri. If you were an honest man, you'd be dead by now." I cover my mouth at the ridiculousness of his statement, my eyes watering from the humor of it all. "An honest man? God, you're funny."

Milo crosses his arm, peering down at me with irritation. "Are you done?"

"Mhmm.” I wipe a tiny tear from under my left eye and take a stabilizing breath. "I'm done."

"Good," he states flatly. "Get to work. I expect you to be finished with the recording by the time I return. Do not skip anything."

"Where are you going?"

He smirks. "I would tell you, Kiara, but I would probably be lying, right?"

I roll my eyes when he's not looking. "Most likely.”

"There are headphones on the coffee table," he informs me as he grabs his jacket. "Have fun, Kiara." He pauses. "Try to not get too turned on, okay?"

"I'm sure that won't be an issue.”

Okay. It's an issue.

I'm currently on hour five of Manuel's Marvelous Night Out and things...they're heating up. Really heating up.

Over the course of the day, I have learned three facts about this man.

1. He talks about himself. A lot. The cars he drives, the number of properties he owns, his obsession with David Villa, and his damn dog.

2. He does far too much cocaine. The number of times I've winced from the screeching sound of him snorting a line, it's insane. I was under the assumption you're not supposed to get high off your own supply. Evidently, he doesn't follow that rule.

And lastly,

3. Manuel has a wife. A wife that he uh—shares other women with. A wife that likes to fuck his girlfriends. Plural. He has two girlfriends and a wife.

An orgy. They are having a fucking cocaine-infused orgy.

I sip on my wine as I listen to the audio, my cheeks burning up from Manuel's dirty ass kinks. I could turn it off. I could just fast forward. Yet...I don't.

I listen.

With my goddamn eyes closed.

"Lick her pussy, Maria," Manuel grunts. Moans blare into my headphones. "Yes, just like that. Faster, Maria. Make her come, make her our little whore. Yeah, that's right baby."

"Harder, Manny," Rosa begs. Rosa is very vocal, I've learned. "Please, fuck me. Don't stop. Oh god. Yes! Yes!"

"Come inside her, my love," Maria coos. His wife. Freaky woman. "Fill her pussy with your cum. Do it for me. Fuck her until she can't walk. Fuck her!"

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