Page 4 of Tempt Me (Dark Odyssey 4)

I know I’m an asshole, but I don’t care. I’ll pick my own medicine to help me do what I have to.

This is what I do to try to ease the guilt from my mind.

She slides up the bed and starts undoing the buttons on my shirt. I should go home, but I can’t just yet. Today has been shit, and I need this. I need to escape. After all, isn’t that one reason people come to The Dark Odyssey?

The escape.

The escape into fantasy.

I don’t have any fantasies, but I’ll take the escape. I’ll take the respite and the freedom my brothers and cousins provided when they set up this place. A sex club where you can live out any fantasy and be with any woman you choose. With the wild masquerade lingerie parties they hold here, it’s all kinds of wild. A mating ground and the playpen for the billionaires. They all come to seek out a play mate.

I don’t have to try. I’m Vincent Giordano, and I’ve never had to try for anything. Never lacked for a woman at my side, and I never will. I come here, and there’s always a never-ending supply of them eager to please me, and I take it.

Falling into pleasure is better than rage.

“What do you want me to do to you tonight?” Aurora asks, running her fingers over my chest. She circles over the tattoo of the Japanese character for fire, and her smile widens.

I look up at her and slide my arm behind my head. This woman is a beauty. I’ll get lost in her tonight, and then I’ll go back to reality and be the leader I’m supposed to be.

“How about I allow you to be creative?” I tell her.

She slides off the bed, and her little red negligee floats about her thighs. “You like when I strip for you… and give you a lap dance. We could start there and see how creative I can get.” She runs her hands over her massive tits and grins.

Good… this is my distraction.

It was a good idea to come here tonight. I need to forget my current debacle because I’m like a time bomb waiting to explode.

It’s a good thing I didn’t find Mark. You don’t screw with mobsters and not expect to get burned.

“Yes, you do that,” I say to her, and she nods. She’s a good girl—that’s why I pick her when I come here. She follows instructions well and knows what I want.

And… she looks a little like her. Like my Sorcha. It’s the hair. She used to wear her long brown hair down just the way Aurora has it, with the long graceful waves kissing her elbows.

Aurora makes a show of smoothing her hands up to her tits again and circles her nipples, which strain against the lacy fabric. Her hands go up to the straps, and she pushes them down her slender, silky smooth arms.

I watch, and I’m aroused, but I don’t have that intense desire to take her. Not the way I did with Sorcha.

It’s always a fuck with these women.

After Sorcha’s death, I reverted to the guy I used to be in many ways, changed in others. I fuck to forget, especially when I can’t kill.

That’s what I’m doing tonight.

Her massive tits bobble when she pushes her negligee down her body and allows it to float down her legs. She’s wearing a thong, and her perfect mind works just the way I want it to, so she knows to turn slowly so I can see her ass. The red line of the thong running down the middle of her cheeks only enhances the vision of her.

She gives me a saucy grin and grabs her tits again, squeezing. I smile back.

“Come here,” I say. Just then, the fucking phone rings.

She stops when I answer straightaway.

That’s what I’m like now, and I’m not thinking about the job when I do that. It’s my son I’m thinking of. Timothy.

“Yes,” I say in a hurried voice.

“Boss, it’s me.” It’s Tony, one of my men. I bare my teeth and seethe.

My prior rage rushes right back, and I straighten up knowing what his call means, especially when I told him hours ago not to call me unless he had good news for me. Good news as in he found Mark, that piece of shit who thought he could fucking get away with stealing from me.

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