Page 30 of Filthy Desire

He wandered back to the kitchen and picked up the remains of her green velvet dress. Then he walked back to his bedroom, threw the dress on his bed and headed to the bathroom. He took a long, hot shower, washing away the cum and sweat from his body. His mind kept picturing Kara in here with him. Fuck, he should’ve at least fucked her a few more times before he sent her on her way.

No.

He ignored his erection and headed to bed.

Checking his phone one last time, he lay down. Two hours later, sleep still didn’t come. Until Gio jerked off to thoughts of a red-haired gypsy. He came all over what was left of her dress.

After throwing the ruined garment aside - and cursing himself - he finally fell asleep.

Kara

Kara ignored the trembling in her legs, the racing of her heart, and the heavy weight in her chest. She ignored her body’s reaction to the best orgasm of her life and instead focused on the fact that she’d bested the filthy don of New York.

And at his own game.

He’d withdrawn his threat – or so he said – and things could now go back to the way they were. She’d start sending women his way again and everything would be as it was. As it should.

Only… she wasn’t sure she’d ever be the same.

It was rare that she met a man who challenged her outside of the bedroom as much as in it. Another time, another place, she might have pursued him. But that was insanity.

Her trembling eased as the elevator dropped. The farther away she got from Gio, the more her head cleared. Vincent didn’t look at her which was oddly reassuring. She looked ridiculous in Gio’s sweats and t-shirt - with heels no less – but what else could she do? She could send him another bill next week – this time, for her ruined dress.

The car ride home was quick, and she entered her apartment a half hour later. Taking off Gio’s clothes, she was tempted to dump them in the garbage disposal but instead, threw them on her chair in the corner of her bedroom.

She didn’t want to think about why.

After indulging in a luxuriously hot bath to soothe her well used muscles, she slid between the sheets and curled up next to her cat. Riley mewled her displeasure at being disturbed from her sleep but quickly quieted again and purred against Kara’s chest.

Kara looked over and stared at Gio’s clothing. She wondered what he looked like wearing such things at home. Did he sit and watch sports in his sweats? Did he go commando? There was nothing sexier than a shirtless man wearing sweats that rode low on his hips. Especially Gio. She felt his taut abs through his shirt even though she hadn’t seen them.

Maybe that was for the best. She was a highly visual person and once she saw something she liked, that was it.

When sleep didn’t come, Kara did what always gave her comfort. She worked. She perused her lists and decided on Gio’s escort for next week. Even though her stomach cramped just thinking about it.

Ridiculous.

Natalia was the perfect choice for him. A former model, she was beautiful, could hold an intelligent conversation, and had a high sex drive. Natalia enjoyed her work as much as she enjoyed the money she made. And she had very few limits, which made her in demand with the kinkier clients. She would be perfect for Gio.

Just thinking about Gio and Natalia together made Kara’s temper spark.

Stop it. He’s a client.

She had to remind herself that this was what she wanted. Having bested Gio Ferraro was no small accomplishment. The sex tonight was a surprising bonus, but it would soon be forgotten.

She had everything she needed. Kara didn’t need a man in her life and certainly not a man like Gio.

Just his money…

Boom. Lightning struck for the third time.

She thought about the way Gio had quickly dismissed her and got her out of his place. Her plan to draw out one of his secrets had been quashed.

She hadn’t won that round, he did.

Kara should have been relieved. Playing with fire was dangerous. She should stick to boring billionaires like Geoffrey Saint.

Still, she couldn’t deny that Gio had an intriguing pull on her. He was ruthless, to be sure. He was cunning and not to be fucked with. Well, maybe just the sexual kind.

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