Page 24 of Mafia Kings: Valentino

I went back to my hotel room, grabbed my suitcases and threw them in the Bugatti, and got the hell out of Florence.

This voice in my head kept saying,I should just spend the night. Get some sleep and drive back home tomorrow morning.

But I had this feeling in my gut that I had to get back home.

All I could think about was Caterina.

Which was pretty insane. She was just another girl – like the dozen or so I’d turned down all week at the clubs.

Except… she wasn’t.

There was something different about her.

Maybe it was the way she smelled… something the animal in me responded to…

Part of it was definitely her body. She was so different from all the chicks I normally slept with.

I couldn’t stop thinking about her curves…

About taking her from behind…

Sinking my cock deep inside her while I gripped that spectacular ass in my hands…

Whatever the reason, I couldn’t keep my mind off her.

And it was driving me a little crazy.

Not just ‘a little,’ either –

Shewas driving mecrazy.

And I wasn’t going to be able to rest until I had her.

I sped down the deserted highways and got back home in an hour.

Whoever was manning the surveillance camera on the gates sounded surprised to see me back home at 5:30 in the morning, but he let me in without any questions.

I dropped off the Bugatti at the garage – we always had somebody there in case of an emergency – and told the guy in charge to have somebody take my bags up to my room.

By the time I walked in the front door, I was hungry and wanted something to eat before I hit the sack.

I barged into the kitchen, expecting it to be empty –

And there she was.

Holyfuck,she looked even better than my fantasies.

She didn’t have a lick of makeup on, which let me see how naturally beautiful she was.

In the past, I’d definitely run into theGo to bed with a 10 and wake up with a 5problem, so I liked knowing how a girl looked when she wasn’t dolled up for the club.

Caterina was beautiful.

And her hair – it was messy, but I loved it. It looked like she’d just woken up after a couple hours of sleep after I’d fucked her all night long.

She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I could see a hint of her nipples poking through the silky cloth.

FUCK.

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