Page 61 of Beautiful Scar

“I’m fine,” I squeak, trying not to imagine hookers giving hand jobs to politicians while asking them about what bribes they take. It’s probably subtler than that, but not by much.

There are a thousand questions I want to ask Vito. It’s hard to connect an old pimp with the kindly butler I’ve grown to really like, and I wonder if I would’ve let myself feel comfortable around him if I had known from the start.

Probably not, and that says something about me.

I’m too quick to judge what’s right and wrong. I’m so sure I know what’s good, what I’m supposed to do, but maybe life’s not that simple after all.

Maybe there’s room for a little filth.

“I hope you aren’t putting my wife to work.” Tigran stands in the entrance to the kitchen. I jump slightly and look over, surprised to see him.

But Vito acts like he knew Tigran was there all along. “She wanted to help, and I’m here to serve.”

“My wife doesn’t need to clean dishes,” Tigran says, but he’s smiling at me, like he’s actually happy.

“It’s okay, I insisted,” I tell him, smiling back. A warmth rushes over me. I feel oddly comfortable as he comes over, bends down, and kisses my cheek.

“I’m glad,” he whispers, one hand lightly patting my ass.

I blush like crazy. Vito definitely saw that, but the old man whistles as he walks away, pretending like he didn’t. He exits the kitchen, leaving me alone with my husband.

“I was feeling old, I guess,” I say awkwardly, gesturing at the suds in the sink. “And this is about as exciting as I get.”

“It’s really nice seeing you out of your room.” He takes one soapy, wet hand and raises it to his mouth. He kisses my fingers lightly, brushing them over his lips. “I was thinking about you.”

“Is that why you’re home?”

He nods, staring into my eyes, and pulls me over to him. My damp hands leave marks on his shirt when I touch him. “Sorry, I should dry these off.”

He holds onto my hips and doesn’t let me go. “I was hoping I might find you still in bed,” he says, stooping down to kiss me.

I pull back slightly. “And what were you going to do if I was? Let me sleep in, I hope. I don’t think you’re bad enough to wake me up.”

“I absolutely am that wicked.” He grabs my hair and crushes his mouth to mine. I melt into that kiss, letting his tongue invade my mouth.

“How wicked?” I whisper, my heart racing up into my throat.

He grabs my hips and hoists me up onto the island. “Tigran!” I yelp, blushing like crazy as he pins himself between my knees and pulls my hair lightly. His lips kiss my neck. “Your guards,” I hiss.

“Listen up, anyone still nearby, get the fuck out of the house,” Tigran says loudly, glancing over toward the door. “Including you, Vito. No listening.”

“Oh my fucking god, Tigran,” I groan, mortified beyond belief. He keeps kissing my neck, then roughly shoves my top up over my bra and kisses along my breasts.

“I want to hear fucking doors slam,” Tigran shouts, and a moment later, he gets what he wants. “There we go. Now we’re alone.” He shoves my bra up and licks one nipple.

“You don’t know that,” I try, attempting to push it back down, but he keeps me held where I am.

“My men know when to obey orders. Just like my wife should.”

“Tigran,” I moan as he yanks down my pants. He pulls them straight off until I’m half exposed right in the middle of the kitchen, where I was having a lovely time with Vito barely five minutes earlier. “You can’t just… just… come in here and?—”

“Take you?” he asks, kissing up my inner thigh before burying my panties right over my pussy with his mouth. “I absolutely can, my sweet, because you are my slut and my toy, and if I want to come use you, I’ll fucking use you.”

My breath comes in harsh and fast as he shoves my panties aside and laps me up. I moan, my head ringing with anxiety and desire. What if someone comes in? What if any of them stayed inside?

I would die of embarrassment if anyone but Tigran heard my moans.

But I also don’t want him to stop. That’s the twisted bit. This makes me feel so filthy, and that’s exactly what I want. It’s dirty and wrong, letting him go down on me in the middle of the kitchen, and I need him to keep going.

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