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To Hell with being silent. I was not a monogamous kind of man. There were far too many options in the world to not sample a few. That was how men operated in my world, and she of all people would have to understand that.
The last time I had fucked a woman had been two weeks ago, and I had been going feral after day 5. The news of my upcoming wedding didn’t help in my lack of sex either. I was frustrated and angry that my life was being controlled by my father. I was a full-grown man who should get a say on who he would share his bed with for the rest of his life.
Never in a million years would I have picked Savina Baratelli as a bride. The woman was too calloused to be the bride of even the Diavolo himself.
No. I refused to think about her when I had perfectly good pussy right here.
I turned Danny around and pressed her front onto the table. I lifted her pencil skirt before I freed my dick from my trousers.
“Andres, no,” she ‘protested’ as she moved her ass toward my hardened cock.
Women like her tried to make themselves seem classy and moral, but underneath that facade, they all craved the two things I exuded naturally from birth: money and power.
I was a shot of heroin in her veins. I gave her access to that euphoric high for only a few moments. I gave her access to the most dazzling part of my world—yachts, cars, and money—only a few people get within a 10-mile radius. They were hooked from the get go—just like any other druggie. And no matter how much you broke them and tore them to nothingness, the moment you appeared before them they were putty in your hands all over again.
I didn’t bother to ease myself into her. I just plunged right into her tight hole. Her slickness caused as little friction as possible, but my sheer size had her straining to stay controlled.
“Andres!” She screamed my name and I knew there was no way that my wife-to-be had not heard that one. “You’re so big!”
I pounded into her from behind, unleashing all my pent-up frustrations on her tight behind. My hand came down to slap her cheek hard, leaving a red mark on her pale skin.
I had fucked this woman a dozen times over, but now that I was looking at her like this, I could not help but compare her sickly color to that of a more tanned complexion.
I shook my head trying to erase that witch from my mind.
“Harder!”
“Don’t tell me what to do.” I fisted her blonde hair in my hand and lifted her just enough to cause a little discomfort. “I make the rules, Daniella.”
“Yes…” she whimpered, her forehead beading with sweat already. “More… please… I want to come.”
“A dirty mouth you have.” I slapped her ass again.
I could feel her walls squeezing around me. I could feel the tension growing with each stroke I took. I drew closer and closer to the edge, but something held me back from taking that last step.
I moved faster, working myself more to reach that euphoric feeling. I chased down my release relentlessly, wanting to take out every ounce of anger and tension that had riddled my body the last two weeks.
The door to the office opened, then, and in walked my fiancée. Our eyes connected, and I waited for the outburst of anger, but it never came. She stood by the door, her phone in hand. The expression on her face was blank. She hid every ounce of emotion away from me so I had no way of telling what was going on in her head.
“Oh my God! Miss Baratelli I—”
My hand came down on Daniella’s ass hard, haunting her words. I continued to take her from behind all the while my fiancée watched me fuck another woman in her presence. I pounded into her harder, my eyes remaining locked on Savina. The intensity between our gazes ignited a series of sparks that crackled in the air around us.
I tilted my head to the side almost in a challenging way. This was my way of asserting my position at the top. She needed to understand that I was the one that ruled in this partnership, and I would not bow down to her words.
Daniella’s walls constricted around my cock, and I found my release. My eyes stayed locked on Savina, who had not moved an inch. She simply stared at me with that blank expression that she walked in with.
I pulled out of Daniella and packed myself back into my trousers as if nothing had just happened.
The poor woman in front of me scurried to go to fix herself in the eyes of the bride whose groom she had just fucked.
“Miss Baratelli I…”
Poor Danny. I wondered how she was going to get herself out of this one.
“I have another meeting to attend.” Savina kicked off the wall. Her heels clicked against the marble floor of Daniella’s office. Her gaze cut to our wedding planner, who looked like she was about to shit her pants. “Send over the rest of the details for the wedding. I also need a special menu designed for my cousin. She’s currently on a vegan diet.”
Her reaction was not one I had been expecting.
