Page 19 of Beautiful Devil

Her eyes light up when she notices a little precum already leaking from the hardened tip. She doesn't waste any time before lowering her mouth around me. With one hand on my thigh and the other holding the base of my cock, she begins to slowly move her head up and down my length.

And fuck, does it finally feel good.

A low groan passes through my mouth at the relief I’m feeling.

“Mm, you taste so good, Fabrizio. I can’t wait to have you spilling down my throat.”

This girl knows how to give damn good head.

“Oh, fuck yeah. Just like that.”

She brings her mouth back up, and as she reaches the tip, she swirls her tongue around and repeats the move a few more times until I’m hitting the back of her throat.

As she eases up slightly, a loud moan travels up her throat, and I feel the vibrations reverberate through my cock. Cindy picks up speed using her hand to pump me as she sucks me hard.

My head falls back, and the image of big brown doe eyes appears. Shaking my head, I look back down to find Cindy, but instead of the long purple hair I was watching bob up and down before, it's now shoulder-length and brown.

What the fuck?!

When she works her tongue around the tip of my cock once again, my eyes roll to the back of my head. She takes me all the way down her throat as her moans get louder. Her pace never wavers as she picks up speed, and I can feel the telling pull in my balls. I'm close. Ineedthis release.

She gives one more pump as her mouth comes back to the tip before quickly swallowing me again, gagging on my cock while trying to take me further down her throat and moaning –always moaning. Her free hand cups me, and it's all I need for my release. I come quick and hard down her throat.

“Gia,” spills out of my mouth without me realizing.

Cindy rises to her feet, having swallowed my full load and turns to me, saying, “Girlfriend or wife?”

I look at her with confusion written all over my face. “What?”

“Gia,” she replies. “I’m assuming she’s either your girlfriend or wife and the reason you're here?”

Fuck.

I stand from the bed and stalk toward Cindy, getting right up in her face, my hand circling her neck and applying just the right amount of pressure. “You never heard me utter those words. Got it?”

Pressing down on her pulse point, I can feel the fear radiating from her body. She practically trembles as she nods her head in agreement. I spin on my heel and storm out of the bedroom. Taking the stairs two at a time, I make my way out of the club and hop into my car, heading home, because the fuck if I know anywhere else that will help get rid of this feeling.

Back at the house, I make my way into my office and head straight to the bar. I hear the pitter-patter of paws across the floor as I grab a bottle of my favorite whiskey and pour myself two fingers.

I feel Jeff rub against my leg as I down it in one go, slamming the glass down on the countertop out of sheer frustration. A knock comes, and before I can answer, Marco lets himself in. The smugness from this morning is gone, and in its place is his usual stoic look. Neither of us says a word for a beat. Grabbing another glass, I pour us both a drink, and we shoot them back together.

“Bonetti was involved with Gallo,” I say, breaking the silence.

Marco doesn’t say anything, but his eyebrows raise slightly, letting me know he’s surprised at my revelation.

“I left the warehouse and went to Secrets. The bastard was there too.”

“So how do we get to him?” Marco gets straight to the point, knowing I have more brain cells than to just start a war in a club, let alone on my own.

“We get as much information as we can. I don’t give a fuck what you or anyone else says. Gia D’Amatoknowssomething and I’m going to find out what. We get her, we get the information, andthenwe get Bonetti.Capisce?”

With a quick, firm nod, he agrees. We stand in silence, and I can tell he wants to talk more – to argue and try to protest her innocence – but he knows I’m the boss. What I say goes, and no matter how close we may be, he won't argue with me on this any longer.

Now I just need a plan for how to get Gia. I need to know what makes her tick. The best way to get information out of people is torturing them. I’m not one for harming women, but if she has something I need and tried to help that prick steal from me…well, I can’t just let her walk away unscathed.

Marco clears his throat, bringing my attention back to him. I lift the bottle of whiskey and pour us both another drink.

“So, what are you thinking, Fab? Send in one of the girls?”

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