Page 1 of Passion and Revenge

CHAPTER 1

Alessandro

“Oh God, don’t stop, don’t stop!” the blonde cries.

Her next words are swallowed by her red-haired friend’s hungry mouth. I watch their tongues twist against each other, and I reward their display with a hard thrust of my hips that has the blonde jerking.

Then, I drag my mouth up her neck to whisper into her ear, “Fuck her hungry little pussy with your tongue.”

She tears her mouth away from the other woman’s and pushes her back onto the bed before bending over her to follow my order. The position causes her back to arch impossibly, and I wrap her hair around one fist, the other slapping up against the headboard for leverage. I let out an animalistic groan as her walls tighten around me.

“Don’t cum,” I bark at her.

“Hmmm,” she murmurs as I continue to piston into her, her body jerking at the force of my thrusts, her spine tight with the effort of keeping her orgasm at bay.

“Argh! Yes!” the redhead screams, one of her hands pinching and rolling her nipples. I bend over and slap her hands away, taking over.

My orgasm is right around the corner, but I’m intent on making them cum first. I increase my pace, fucking into her dripping hole savagely.

“Make her cum,” I grit out.

“Fuck!” The red head arches her back as I pinch her nipple. And then she erupts with a drawn-out cry, the blonde following right after. I push into her wet heat a few more times before I tense up and throw my head back, my orgasm ripping through me.

The women’s hands reach for me afterward, but I bat them away. I’m always clear about what I want.

Sex is the only thing on the table; there are no dinnerovers or sleepovers, and most of the women understand it, but of course, there are always the few exceptions that try to turn it into more.

And they always end up disappointed.

The redhead—Suzie, I think—rises to her feet and pouts at me. “Are you going to let us shower at least?”

I motion at the door to the side and say, “Have at it.”

They giggle and make their way toward the bathroom. At the door, the blonde—for the life of me, I can’t remember her name—looks over her shoulder with a saucy smirk.

“Are you going to join us?” she asks. “You know what they say. Shower together, save water.”

Before I can make it clear that they have about fifteen minutes before I throw them out of my penthouse, my phone begins to ring.

Ignoring the women, I tug my briefs on and walk out of the bedroom, irritated. My sole reason for buying this piece of costly real estate was to bring women back to relieve myself when I felt the itch.

Lately, no matter how many positions I maneuvered my hook ups into or how diverse or experienced they were, there was always something missing.

I always came, of course, but right on the heel of those orgasms, all the tension would flood back. The women in the bathroom at the moment are just another failed attempt to get rid of the sexual frustration that has been plaguing me.

As I step into the living room, I roll my shoulders to loosen them, but I’m beginning to think the tension is more than a physical problem.

I locate my phone in the inner pocket of my suit jacket that’s flung onto one of the decorative lamps. I recall tossing it there carelessly when I barged into the apartment earlier with the women in a mess of clashing mouths and grasping hands.

“Yes?” I bark, holding the phone to my ear.

“Mr. Mancini, it’s almost seven,” Dakota says evenly. “Shall I send the car over in twenty minutes?”

I pick up the Cartier watch lying on the front table and glance at it. It’s ten minutes to seven. “What’s happening by seven?”

My assistant pauses for a moment, then says, “The art gallery, sir.”

My eyes narrow, and my body becomes even more impossibly tense. It’s no surprise that being reminded of Ivan D’Addario does this to me. He’s my biggest rival, and the grudge I hold against him is one I intend to settle score by score. For years, I’ve been digging into him with all the resources at my disposal to get something on him, some way to bring his glass house down on his head.

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