Page 21 of Beautiful Enemy

I kiss Jessica harder. She doesn’t seem to mind as she moans into my mouth.

It doesn’t take us long to get naked and in the bed. I use a condom because I’m not fucking stupid. I may be clean but that doesn’t mean she is.

But my god is Jessica hot.

I fuck her with wild abandon and she returns the favor, arching and bucking into me.

I shut my eyes as my orgasm washes over me.

Nadia’s face flashes behind my eyes. I come, thinking of her, as I fuck another woman. Jessica moans her own release. I’m nothing if not giving in the bedroom.

But my mind isn’t in it anymore. I’m too fucking distracted with Nadia in my basement. Thinking of her in her white wedding dress, looking so innocent. So pure.

My cock stirs again at the idea of being inside Nadia. I could fuck her innocence right out of her. I could laugh in her pain. Her fear.

I pull out of Jessica and slump to the bed.

But I don’t want to rape Nadia. Yes, she’s beautiful and I do want her body but I want her to come to me willingly. I want to know that I managed to break Anya’s little sister so far down that she’ll be begging for me to take her of her own accord.

That’s the sweetest form of revenge. Making Nadia so consumed by me that she’ll turn against her family. That will break Anya’s mind and in turn that will break Erik’s. Sergei will be pissed at the idea of losing his little girl to me. That’s just the cherry on top.

“Where did you go?” Jessica asks me.

“When?”

“Just now. When you were coming. You seemed like you were somewhere else. I was curious.”

I was with the girl I have locked up in my basement. Somehow, I don’t think that will go over very well.

“Just got lost in the moment. You were good.”

She smiles under my praise. “You were good too. If you ever want to do this again, call me.”

“I don’t do numbers. This was a onetime thing, I’m afraid.”

“You don’t like to get attached, do you?”

“Jessica, it’s like you know me so well.” I give her a wink before slipping my clothes back on and leaving her there without another word.

It’s pointless to get emotionally attached to women. Unless she’s Mafia herself, she would never understand what I do. There’s no Mafia women I’m interested in at the moment. Fathers in the mafia lock their daughters up and expect them to wait until their wedding nights. I guess the Mafia has that in common with the Bratva.

The only thing, in my opinion. The Bratva are brutes whereas us Mafia men are works of art. We’re more calculated and smart.

At least, I know I am.

If I wanted to fuck a Mafia woman, I would have to marry her. No fucking thank you.

So flings with normal women are just easier. None of them can have my heart though. It’s reserved for only one thing.

Revenge.

Nadia

The mattress doesn’t offer much comfort. It doesn’t protect me from the cold.

I can tell it’s dark by now because of the small window. It’s like it’s mocking me. So close and yet so far away.

The darker the night gets, the colder I become.

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