Page 9 of Passion and Revenge

Some days, it feels like his memory is slowly being eroded from my soul, but on other days, he haunts me.

My fingers curl into fists, and my jaw clenches. I promised I would always have his back, and yet…I let them take him away from me. I failed my brother.

And I continued to fail him as time went by without getting revenge on those who had wronged him.

But vengeance is finally at my fingertips, and I’m going to stop at nothing to bring down the man who is responsible for making me fail Pasquale.

My gaze shifts to the monitor and takes in the woman at the corner of the screen, the woman I’m watching on the secret cameras I installed in her house.

Sienna D’Addario, or Sienna Marino, is the daughter of my enemy and the woman who, for a brief moment, made me lose all my senses.

She is far too beautiful for her own good. It’s a pity she’s going to end up as a pawn in my mission of vengeance.

I have to applaud Ivan for doing a tremendous job of keeping his weaknesses well hidden. He really made me work for it.

I watch her settle at her tiny dining table with a cup of tea and a book. For someone so young and so achingly beautiful, she spends far too much time at home. I know this because I’ve done little more than watch her for the past few days.

Even under threat of death, I will never admit that watching her has become an obsession.

I should let my men handle this, but I tell myself this revenge is personal, so I have to be hands-on with every part of it.

Bloody liar, my subconscious mocks me.

A soft knock reaches me, and I raise my head to see Dayna at my door, wearing a coy smile. From the top of her slicked-back blonde hair to the red strappy heels on her feet, every inch of her drips with sexual promise.

“Alessandro,” she purrs, “I’ve missed you. I can’t believe you didn’t even bother to call.”

And then she undoes the button that holds her mink coat closed and shrugs it off her shoulder, leaving her wearing nothing but that smile.

My cock stirs in my pants, and I spread my legs a little to give it room.

“Dayna,” I say, “do you need something?”

She gives me a hurt look that’s as fake as the rest of her. “Is that what we are to each other, darling? Just people who show up when they need something from each other? I’m offended.”

“Well, I’m not one to care if I offend you or not, now, am I?”

“I hate when you do that,” she whines. “You’re so heartless, baby. It’s not like I’m trying to entrap you or anything.”

We both know she wishes to become more than a hookup, and one of these days, I’ll finally have to remove her from my life…or at least from my bed.

But that day isn’t today.

“Quit your whining, Dayna. Come and show me how much you’ve missed me,” I command.

The blonde doesn’t waste any time crossing the room, sashaying toward me with her pupils blown with lust.

She drops to her knees in front of me, settling between my spread thighs. Red-manicured fingers slide from my knees up to my belt buckle, and she makes quick work of it.

“I have been dreaming about this for days,” she pants. “Salivating over the memory of your fat cock sliding past my lips.”

All while my memory assaults me with scene upon scene of the brother I had been too impotent to save. The heat that had begun to rise inside me flickers out just as quickly as it had come, and I’m left with the urge to toss Dayna out.

With a smirk, she pulls my flagging cock out, and delight lights up her eyes. She likes a challenge as much as I do.

Eagerly, she palms me, expert hands running up and down my length until my nagging failure is pushed to the very back of my mind, and I’m rock hard in her grasp.

“God, Alessandro,” she sighs, “I can’t wait to have this monstrous cock split me in two. You always give it to me exactly how I want it.”

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