Page 8 of Blood and Penance
“I see the way you look at me, Georgio.” I move my hand across his stomach toward his belt. “I know you’ve wanted me for a long time. Now’s your chance.”
I step away from him right before I reach his crotch, and by the look in his eyes, he’s so close to taking me up on my offer. He just needs a little more incentive. So, I undo the tie on my robe, inch by inch open it, giving him a view of my silk pink nighty that’s underneath. It's lace and molds to my curves. When his eyes zero in on my breast, then move down my body, I know I’ve got him.
Hook, line, and sinker.
“He’ll never find out.” I grab one of his huge, calloused hands and bring it to my breasts. “I can be all yours.”
He groans when he squeezes my full breasts. “Fifteen minutes,” he says.
“Twenty. I need to give him a show, Georgio.”
He pauses for a minute then nods. “Twenty minutes. That’s it.”
I nod, and he drops his hand then immediately heads upstairs. I blow out another breath. “One down, one to go.”
I’ve got twenty minutes to do what I need to do, then get the hell out of here before Georgio comes looking for me. It’s cutting it close, but there’s nothing I can do about it.
Before I even reach the door, I hear Lio's moans sounding down the short hallway, causing me to roll my eyes. You’d think they are filming a porn with the amount of noises I’m hearing.
I don’t bother knocking and push open the door. He’s sitting on his brown leather couch with his pants around his ankles and her between his legs. Her black cocktail dress is hiked above her ass and one of her hands is shoved between her legs playing with her pussy.
One of his hands is intertwined in her long dark hair, and a cigar is in the other while her head bobs up and down on his cock. His eyes land on me, then move down my body. When he focuses back on my face, he arches his brow. He puffs on the cigar, then blows the thick white smoke into the air. He groans, tightening his grip on her hair.
“What are you doing here,amore mio?”
My love.
I hate when he calls me that.
I close the door behind me, then face the man who has become my nightmare instead of the man of my dreams. “I thought I’d join you.”
I walk over to his mini bar, ignoring the skeptical look on his face and the noise of her giving my husband a blow job in my home.
“Join me?" he questions. "Hmm.”
After I pour a glass of whiskey for him. I pull the small baggy from my robe’s pocket and slip the entire package of powder into his drink. Even though I could give him just a little to put him to sleep, I prefer him to sleep permanently.
I stir it with my finger, making sure the powder dissolves. When I face him, I plaster on my face a fake smile, and stroll toward him and the woman who hasn’t even acknowledge I’ve even come into the room.
She sure is ambitious.
“Yes, Lio. Unless you rather someone else scratches this itch. Perhaps Georgio. Maybe Matteo.”
I hand him the drink, and he doesn’t hesitate to grab it, then down it in one shot as anger swirls in his eyes. While he fucks around on me, he doesn’t like the idea of any man fucking me.
Such a hypocrite.
He yanks the woman’s mouth off of him. “Leave.”
She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Lio… are you fucking serious!” she yells as she stands to her feet, then pulling her dress down over her ass.
“I said, leave!” he shouts, not taking his eyes off me. I see the desire mixed with anger dancing in them, but this night won’t end the way he wants it to.
She jumps from the loudness in his voice, snatches her clutch from the couch, then rushes to the door. When it slams behind her, I focus back on my husband. I take the whiskey glass from his hand and place it on the table beside the couch.
“What are you up to, Phoenix?” He grabs me by the waist and pulls me close to him so I’m standing between his legs. “You never come to me.”
