Page 22 of Blood Money

“Can you have him call me?”

“Of course. This number?”

“Yes, this is good.” It was one of many burners I had.

When we arrived at the safe house to clean up, Gabriel and I parted ways. He went home, and I went to see Dahlia.

There was no foreplay. I breezed in, told her what I wanted, and she stripped. Meticulously, I folded my clothes and laid them over the chair. Then I approached the bed, where she waited, ass in the air. I placed my hand on the small safe by the bed and removed a condom, then locked it again. Yeah, I was a little fucking paranoid. I wasn’t using condoms she provided because I wasn’t taking chances.

I rolled it down my length, coated it in spermicidal lubricant, and climbed behind her. When she lifted her head to look over her shoulder, I shoved her back down so her face was in the pillow. All that was visible was the wild disarray of curls—I’d paid for her to get a perm.

God, I’m sick.

Absently, I wondered how long it would be before she started having feelings and I had to get rid of her. Once they started to get emotionally involved, I paid them off, moved them out, and cut them loose. I would never get married, and I wasn’t about to let any of them trap me.

Shaking off my cold thoughts, I lined up and dipped in to see if she was ready. Satisfied, I drove in and fucked her hard and fast. I didn’t want romance, just to lose myself for five goddamn minutes. When she came, I filled the condom with a roar. Still hard, I pulled out once she stopped spasming. Through pants, I told her, “I want your ass.”

“Okay,” she breathlessly agreed.

After removing the first condom and setting it on the floor, I retrieved another one, then the lube. Once I knew she was ready, I pushed in as she moaned in pleasure. She was so fucking tight this way, and I knew I’d come the way I needed to.

“Vittorio,” she moaned as I moved.

Without hesitation, I smacked her ass. “Don’t fucking talk,” I ground out.

Knowing it would ruin the illusion, I didn’t want to hear her voice. I didn’t want to see her face. I didn’t want to cuddle or whisper things I didn’t mean. I wanted to fuck her and leave.

Fuck, I’m getting worse.I hated that this was who I’d become.

Wordless, she nodded.

“Good girl,” I crooned, then thrust deep in her ass as I closed my eyes and pretended it was the tight pussy of another woman. “Play with yourself so you come again,” I grunted.

She whimpered and did as I instructed. Those quiet sounds I could imagine were someone else’s. I conjured up dark red curly hair and the most beautiful green eyes I’d ever seen. In my mind, she held my gaze over her shoulder as I buried myself inside her tight body again and again. “Kendall,” I whispered as she came.

With that thought, I didn’t last long.

As I exploded, I shouted, “Fuck yes. Kendall!”

Breathing raggedly, I pulled away and removed the condom, then took it and the first one into the bathroom. From under the sink, I pulled out a bottle of bleach. I filled each one with bleach and left them sitting in the sink while I returned to the bedroom for my clothes. I was disgusted by the lengths I went to because of what that old, twisted fucking bastard and his bullshit had done to make sure we understood not to knock up someone who wasn’t our wife.

No bastards for the De Lucas. Nope. No way.

Except Francesco had fucked up. But truthfully, I was glad, because we had Charlie. The old man wouldn’t have anything to do with him, so he was safe. I just wished Frankie had lived to see his son grow up.

As I stared at myself in the mirror, I got sucked back in time.

“You fuck some slut, I don’t care. But don’t you fucking dare get them pregnant. Do you hear me?” he shouted as I stood in front of his desk like I was a soldier at attention.

“Yes, Grandfather,” I murmured, trying to appease him. I closed my eyes to hide my eye roll. He was in a mood, and that never ended well.

“You think this is a joke?”

“Of course not, but I’m fifteen. I’m not even having sex,” I lied.

Suddenly, he was out of the chair, around the desk, and holding my dick and balls in a punishing grip.

I gasped, fighting to breathe, and trying not to drop to my knees because he’d rip them off for sure.

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