Page 1 of Filthy Desire

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GIO

“The escort has arrived.”

“Already?” Giancarlo ‘Gio’ Ferraro looked at his watch. “She’s a half hour early.”

“Do you want her to wait in the parking garage?”

“No, you know the drill. I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Gio replied and ended the call.

As the most powerful don in New York, Gio thrived on routines and being in control. He didn’t like surprises, including early guests. But given that he was about to get laid tonight, he let the matter slide. But first thing tomorrow he’d contact the agency to make sure this mistake didn’t happen again.

Being caught off guard made him edgy.

He was stuck in midtown traffic on a busy Saturday evening, and he wouldn’t get home to Brooklyn for another half hour. His guest would have to wait.

Gio tapped his phone and the security feed for his penthouse apartment popped up. He watched as the woman, his escort for the night, was brought inside by his chief of security, Roman Divoli.

Roman was a trusted friend from childhood and Gio’s right-hand employee since he was twenty-three, just before Gio’s father passed. Roman’s father Angelo had been Gio Sr.’s lead security and so the family tradition continued. Being an only child, Gio took over the family business at a young age from his grandfather and had built the Ferraro empire into the multi-million-dollar success it was today.

But Gio was never satisfied and, at thirty-five, he craved more. Always more. The money, the power, it was never enough.

Gio was always on the hunt.

And he so enjoyed watching his prey tonight.

The blonde was just his type, with nice curves and a face that was pretty but not too made up. A bit on the slender side but whatever.

Gio watched as Roman walked her down the long hallway and opened the main bedroom door. Once the woman was inside, Roman closed the door, locked it, and headed back to the foyer. Roman looked up at the camera and gave a thumbs up.

The woman took her clothes off and headed for the bathroom. Good. She knew the routine and Gio’s expectations.

As with every woman Gio requested from the Q Agency, the escort was to arrive promptly, shower, and wait for him in his bed.

Using the service saved him time, and time was precious to a man as busy as Gio. Controlling legal and not-so-legal businesses was a careful juggling act. Gio was handsome enough to draw the ladies, with thick black hair, dark blue eyes, and a permanent five o’clock shadow. But he didn’t have time to woo a woman, and he didn’t care to. His wealth had many benefits and having women on call was one of them.

Gio’s blood began to pump fast and hot as he thought about all the ways he wanted to fuck this one tonight.

He was on edge after several meetings that didn’t go as expected. His legal businesses were doing fine but his underground operations, in particular the casino in New Jersey, was plagued with missing cash. The books weren’t adding up. Some asshole was duping him, stealing his money, and Gio’s anger was set to unleash.

No one betrayed him and got away with it. No one.

When Gio caught whoever it was, they would die a painful death.

He’d had his security team, including Roman and his second in command, Vincent Verano, working on figuring out who was responsible.

Until then, Gio would have to be satisfied with fucking away his stress. He didn’t even care to look at the woman’s face as he railed her. He just wanted to pound every hole - her pussy, her mouth, her ass - and get the relief he craved.

Other people used alcohol and drugs, and he’d enjoyed his share when he was younger. But Gio’s vice now was sex. He needed it often, and the agency was the perfect solution. He didn’t need to bother with flirting. The escorts arrived willing and eager. And well compensated for their time.

Glancing at his phone, he noticed that the woman had exited the bathroom but was now wandering over to his closet. She opened the doors and peered in, then began to check each one of his suits.

What the fuck was this?

The women he paid never disobeyed the orders they were given by the agency. They showered, got into bed, and waited for him. They weren’t stupid enough to snoop around in his closet.

The woman wandered back out and pulled her phone out of her purse. She was holding the phone up. It looked like she was taking pictures.

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