Page 49 of Dirty Mafia Sinner
The scent of his cologne, a fresh, complex mix of lemon and sandalwood, confirms my shocking suspicion. My mind swirls in confusion, leaving me able to utter only a single word.
“Al?”
SANDRO
If I gotoff on her submission before, I’ll get off on her terror now.
“Feel that?” I sink my teeth into her earlobe and thrust my cock into her ass. She relaxes beneath me in a far too familiar way, her every action a lie. “That’s the one and only part of me that doesn’t despise you.”
“Oh my God,” she exclaims. “Itisyou.” So fucking innocent, Sunset Boulevard should have a billboard with a golden halo circled around her head.
“Shut up.” I lift off her, pull her to her feet, and then hiss through my teeth as the sheets pool around her ankles and I get an eyeful of long tan legs and tight ass. She bends to grab the sheet, and a low fucking growl vibrates from my throat. That does it. “Leave it,” I snap.
“She’s staring…” she protests.
I look beyond her to the housemaid who has paused her vacuuming to watch the spectacle unfolding. She’s one of my favorite fuckdolls I keep at my beck and call. I can whip her ass, and then ride it hard, and it’s still not enough. Barbara or Bernadetta—her name eludes me.
As do her eyes right now … which are glaring daggers at the woman in front of me. I thought Tommaso cleared the room?
“Vattene da qui adesso, cazzo!” I bellow.
She flees, leaving the vacuum behind.
Before the traitor can follow, I grab her by the hips, then spin and toss her over my shoulder. My ribs protest despite her feather-like weight. But my pain’s nothing compared to the kind she’ll experience.
I charge across the white tile floor then turn down a long hallway to my office.
Once inside, I dump her on the carpet without warning.
With a panicked cry, she lands hard on her hands and knees.
The sound doesn’t soothe my rage or please me. Though it doesn’t stir my fucking sympathy, either. When it comes to her, I’m twisted—always have been. I’d like to say nothing’s changed, but then I’d be the motherfucking liar in the room.
Her first mistake was seducing a monster like me. The second was believing she could betray me and get away with it. The third was not remaining locked up and out of sight. Three strikes, and you’re out, right? I should kill her already and be done with it.
“I don’t understand …”
“Shut up.” Locked away to rot—she deserves no better.
I stalk across the room and swipe my arm across a table, sending shit flying. A fucking magician, I whip off the tablecloth, and then haul the custom cage collecting dust beneath it to the center of the room.
She’s on her knees with her eyes on the floor. The picture of perfect obedience. I pause for a moment to take her in. Long limbs, tight waist, killer breasts, though I avoid looking at her pretty face and fixate on the arms covering her chest. Always hiding what’s mine, whether I want it or not. My cock stiffens in agreement.
It’s understandable how an average man might be duped by her duplicity.
There are new rules now.
She’ll either play or pay.
I move by her to my desk and take out the first lesson to be learned—obedience.
I come to stand before her. “Look at me.”
Ever so slowly, her eyes rise.
Her fear fades quickly when she finally sees my face.
“Oh my God. What happened?” Her expression becomes wild as she takes in my battered face. Yellow-and-black-ringed eyes. Bandaged broken nose. Clown lips. Her eyes drop to my body, but the broken ribs and bruising are hidden beneath my suit. “Are you okay?” Her voice quivers as she speaks.
