Page 46 of Captured Fantasy

He hung up and I laid aside my phone. My clothes were gone from the floor so I walked naked to the bathroom. The door was shut and I could make out the shower running on the other side. I turned the handle—it was unlocked.

The bathroom was filled with a sweet, lavender scent and thick steam. Through it, I made out the shape of her on the other side of the glass. She had her head turned to the side and her eyes shut. Her slender fingers stroked between her legs. Just touching herself without any of the excitement of masturbation. It struck me as beautiful, how given over to her pleasure she was with her hand on her pussy and hot water streaming down her body.

“You can come in, Cosimo,” she said softly.

I stepped into the stall with her and her eyes opened. She kept still as I cradled her head in one hand and kissed her mouth.

“Are you leaving?” she whispered.

“I do have work,” I said. “But I want to do this again. I meant to fuck you last night, Enza.”

Her eyes darted down to my cock, which was halfway hard.

“What happened?”

“You tasted too fucking good.”

“You know, you’re the only man who’s ever made me come.”

“That’s a badge of honor I’ll wear with pride.”

She smiled and her fingers skimmed up my body to the dried blood on the side of my smallest finger. It had stopped bleeding by the time I’d gotten to her house last night. As the water washed over it, it became clear it was a flesh wound. I would bandage it when I got home to keep it from splitting open.

“What happened?”

I hesitated, knowing the unspoken rule about involving women in outfit business. Lucien would have my head if he knew I was spilling secrets to her. Hell, he would have my head if he knew I was naked in her shower after having spent the night in her bed. I swallowed back the desire to spill my guts to her and brushed back her wet hair.

“Nothing you need to worry about, Mrs. Russo,” I said.

Her mouth tightened. “Sometimes I feel like a porcelain doll on a shelf.”

“Why’s that?”

“All my adult life I was Gino’s caretaker. He let me go out, handle the money, manage the house,” she said slowly. “Then he died and Federico took my car, my money, my freedom. I’m not useful to anyone…except the church, I suppose. But I keep getting told that I should just sit in this house and behave myself and look pretty and not ask questions.”

“And that’s not what you want,” I said.

“For all his faults, Gino at least treated me like an adult,” she said bitterly.

I wasn’t sure what to say, but she wasn’t expecting a response. Instead she wrapped her hand around my cock, her violet eyes locked with mine. I slid my fingers between her thighs and she jerked me off while I stroked her clit.

I didn’t want to leave, but it had to be done. I’d left the world in shambles last night and wrapped myself up in her sweet, lavender haven. Reality hit me hard as I drove away from her house and I found my shoulders tensing and my hand throbbing. It was funny—I hadn’t felt it all night.

When I got to the downtown office, Lucien stood outside on the porch smoking. He was impeccably dressed in an expensive gray, Italian suit. He watched me, his ice cold eyes disinterested, as I parked and walked up to the porch.

“I was about to call you,” he said.

“I’m here,” I said, climbing the steps.

“In my office.”

He turned abruptly and disappeared into the house. I followed him, turning and stepping into his office and shutting the door behind us. Lucien crossed the room and stabbed out his cigarette, taking a seat behind his desk. He flipped open his computer.

“Was it Russians?” I asked.

He shook his head once.

I stared at him, confused. We were at peace with the Irish so it wouldn’t make sense for it to be them. He began typing rapidly, ignoring me. Lucien could be incredibly charming and socially aware when he wanted to be, but most of the time he expended little to no energy on his social interactions. I waited, knowing he would speak when he was ready.

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