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“Fuck, yes,bambina, soak me through with your cum,” I rasped, my lips pressed to her pussy before tonguing her clit more, making her convulse against me and squirt more of her pleasure on herself. I looked up at her face and drank in her expression.
Tears had run tracks down her cheeks, her eyes bright and hazy at the same time. She panted and stared at me like I really was her chosen God. I stowed away that look of reverence inside the cold, dark recesses of my heart to treasure.
“Good girl, Charlotte. See how well you come for me,bambina. But we aren’t finished yet,” I told her.
Her breath hitched as I settled myself between her legs. Her thighs, and the bed around us, were wet with her cum, and it was fucking glorious.
I wanted to bathe in it, fuck in it, live covered in it. Proof that my quest to make this woman as obsessed with me as I was with her, was working.
I pushed inside her, my aching dick, not able to take one more second of torture. She was slick and hot and so tight it was hard to push in. Once I was in all the way, I reached for the strap around her lips and tugged it off. Her mouth was red and swollen. She whimpered as I licked the tears from her cheeks and then kissed her.
I lost myself in that moment, kissing this woman who had stolen my heart when I’d thought it had forgotten how to beat. I kissed her and fucked her until she came again, tightening around me like a vise, and then I followed, pumping cum into her, marking her insides with my best intentions, hoping that my seed would stick and root deep.
When I slid free on a rush of white, my fingers were there, pushing it back inside her hole. My thumb circled her clit, and she cried out. “I can’t come again, I just can’t,” she panted desperately.
The way her beautiful, tearstained eyes pleaded with me was a fucking turn-on.
“You beg so prettily,anima mia,” I told her, pressing my white, slick fingers inside her while fingering her clit. “But I promised to show you what proper fucking was, and I’m a relentless teacher.”
I leaned in and kissed her when she came again, muffling her scream. My breath was in her mouth, my fingers in her cunt, and my name in her heart, right where I wanted it to be.
26
RENATO
The North Shore Club was the place to see and be seen by Atlantic City’s elite. Mostly, it was rich old men playing golf, feeling up the staff, and pissing in the bushes. A real circle jerk of privilege and corruption. I owned every single one of the members there, in one way or another. I wasn’t like my father, who’d watched one too many movies and relied on a “horse’s head in the bed” approach to managing the business. Fear and threats could only take you so far. I preferred leverage and mutually assured destruction. We were not the same.
People who’d crossed my father, they’d gotten their ass beat, or a member of their family might have been taken hostage. People who crossed me? I buried them socially, professionally, and then, once they’d suffered through that, physically.
It wasn’t enough to kill a man like those who frequented the North Shore Club. You had to embarrass him first. You had to destroy his reputation.Thenyou killed him. Everything at its right time.
I waited with Elio until Commissioner Reynolds and Judge Ellens were at the hole farthest from the club before heading toward them.
“Good morning, gentlemen, what a coincidence. I didn’t know you played here.” A lie, of course, obvious to everyone present. I knew every goddamn thing about these slimy excuses for men.
Commissioner Reynolds recovered the fastest. “Renato! I didn’t know you played? I’ve never seen you on the links before.”
“What can I say, my work keeps me busy, and I neglect my hobbies. Something I suppose you aren’t familiar with, Commissioner. You never neglect your hobbies, do you?”
The commissioner’s face turned red as he gave a strangled cough.
Reynolds’ hobbies were pretty standard. Drinking, snorting whatever illicit substances he could shove up his nose, gambling away his life savings, and chasing down some poor escort for the night, disappointing her with a poor performance. I knew exactly how poor because I’d seen the footage. With Giada’s skills at my disposal, it was easy to get exactly the kind of evidence that could ruin a man.
“Meaning?”
“You’ve been going hard lately. We talked about credit before, if you remember?”
Reynolds licked his lips. “I remember.”
“Bene. So, that particular part of the conversation doesn’t need repeating. How do you know Juan Castillo?”
Reynolds blanched, and Judge Ellens got fidgety, suddenly very interested in the grass at his feet.
“Who?” Reynolds asked weakly.
I smirked at him. “You’re going with that?” Playing dumb wasn’t going to work for me, but Reynolds had never been the brightest bulb.
“What?”
