Page 77 of Greed

“I can’t, Leeanne, not this trip.” She twisted her head to the side as she inspected me and then stood in one graceful, fluid motion. She bowed deep, her tits with their hard nipples hung toward the floor. Her lithe ass swayed from side to side to side, and I stared at it as she walked out the door, closing it behind her.

“What the fuck is wrong with me,” I growled and marched for the bathroom.

Flipping on the shower, I didn’t care what the temperature the water was and jumped under the spray and ripped off my open shirt, tossing it to the shower floor. My hand immediately grabbed my throbbing cock and squeezed it tight in my fist. The angry head throbbed painfully as I stared at the tip.

I’d never had the need to pleasure myself, and I could’ve had Leeanne take care of this, but no, I had to feel… I didn’t know what I felt. Was this guilt? Real guilt? I didn’t like it.

The strokes were not slow. There was no savoring a release. It needed to be fast and dirty. I pictured spreading the thighs of the raven-haired beauty that was a floor below and slamming my cock into her as she screamed my name. I could almost hear her yelling my name as she came all over my shaft.

The first jets of my release splattered the wall, but I needed more. My hand never slowed as I finished. I tightened my grip further, almost to the point of pain, and sat down on the built-in seat of the shower. The drain made a slurping sound as the water swirled around, and I continued to beat out my frustration on my cock.

The sound made me think of Minetta and how I wanted her with her mouth wrapped around my cock, and just the thought had my back arching as another release threatened to make an appearance. My balls pulled up tight to my body, the shaft becoming more engorged a moment before the climax ripped through my body. So fierce was the powerful explosion from the tip that it lifted me off the seat, my wings breaking free of their tattooed state and taking up all the space in the normally large shower. I couldn’t be bothered trying to figure out why I’d lost control as the need continued to rip through my body at a blinding pace.

My arm moved fast, my muscles burning as I yelled and thrashed against the shower until my ass slid off the seat, and I landed on the floor with my back pressed into the wall. I was closing in on a third release and gasped, heart pounding hard in my chest.

The earlier anger and frustration melted and folded in on itself. The image in my mind was of Heaven’s gates as they closed in my face when I tried to return and seek counsel with Father. The memory brought pain to my chest, and then it morphed into something else, something stronger. The unusual emotion settled like a weight pressing down on me.

The potent mixture of pleasure and pain was coursing through my body as the strokes became more insistent. I jerked hard on my still rock-hard dick, my hand traveling over the sensitive head. I gritted my teeth and bucked against the movement, my ass slapping off the floor as my hand forced a third orgasm.

I screamed, the glass shower door and wall exploding outward as my wing smashed through it and sent small fragments flying. Sparkling pieces embedded themselves in the walls with the force. The rest of the shards made a tinkling sound as they fell to the gray tile floor.

Breathing hard, I slumped against the wall, the water traveling down the drain the only sound left in the otherwise quiet room. Whatever mess there was could be cleaned up tomorrow. Closing my eyes, I decided to stay and rest right here with the water beating against my chest and deflated cock still locked in my vice-like grip.

Nothing would ever cleanse my blackened soul, but there were cracks in the once pitch darkness. Little slivers of light were seeping through and creating a vein-like pattern in my mind. The warmth of the glittering golden hue throbbed stronger than my dick had a moment ago. It was impossible, yet I could feel parts of my old self, parts of a self I’d assumed dead and buried, trying to break free of the black prison.

Parts of myself I didn’t know if I wanted to return.

Minetta sat in the garden, her feet dangling into the pool, a pink fruity drink in her left hand and a book in the other. She had tried with very little success to concentrate on the words on the page as her mind wandered over the last couple of days.

Riker had taken her back to Venice as promised, and they’d spent all morning on a gondola ride that allowed her to see the old buildings and learn about the history from the gondolier as he showed them around. She wandered Mark’s Square and purchased a few trinkets. Well, actually, Riker paid for them, but she promised to pay him back.

They took a private tour of the Doge’s Palace and ate on a patio overlooking the water for lunch. He then took her to his winery that was somewhere near Florence, and by some miracle, she didn’t throw up all over his car.

When they arrived back at the Villa, she was wiped and decided to soak in the giant tub in her room. She’d kind of expected and secretly hoped that Riker would knock on her door, and when he hadn’t, she paced her room until she was practically sleepwalking.

Riker had been oddly aloof all day yesterday, and now today, she’d yet to see him. He’d turned into a ghost. He’d sent Leeanne to tell her that he would be working for a few hours in his office, and he’d come to find her when he was done. It was now rounding on dinner time, and she had to wonder if she’d done something wrong or maybe there was more going on between him and Leeanne.

For all his talk of wanting to try a relationship, she was having a difficult time picturing it. You don’t go from having sex with a lineup of different girls every week to monogamy. Could you?

What was worse was that she hated the idea of him being with another girl. She’d never been the jealous type, but this was different. He made her feel more than she wanted to analyze too closely.

Closing the book, she stared at the aqua water as the sun warmed her back. The rays glittering off the water’s surface reminded her of the way Riker’s eyes could unnaturally shine.

“Signora?” Minetta looked up at Leeanne. “Signore has sent a message to go ahead and have the chef make you dinner. He will be tied up for some time yet.”

“Thank you, Leeanne.”

“My pleasure.” The woman bowed her head, and as silently as she arrived, she disappeared through the walls of greenery. Minetta watched her leave and a pain constricted in her chest. Why wouldn’t he want the stunning sun-kissed beauty? She seemed to be exactly his type, beautiful, willing, obedient, content with his lifestyle. She rubbed her eyes as she played over all their interactions. Why did she always push his buttons? Why couldn’t she be more like Leeanne and not question every decision he made?

No, he was going to have to like her for who she was and that was someone that questioned things. She’d never been great at standing up for herself, James was proof of that, but she couldn’t do that again. She couldn’t let someone steamroll her life. She wasn’t sure what Riker wanted, he was a hard to read unless he was flirting or proudly showing off something he valued.

She stared at the sparkling water as she debated what to do. This was their last night here, they were going home tomorrow, and one thing was certain, Riker had decided to avoid her, or he’d decided to put the ball firmly in her court to make the next move. The question was, did she want to make the next move?

Pulling her feet from the water, she stood and stared up at the massive expanse of the Villa. Her dad’s dying wish was for her to take chances in life. She wasn’t sure if this was what he meant, but it was certainly the biggest risk she’d ever taken. She slipped on the little flip-flops and grabbed her towel as she marched toward the house with renewed purpose.

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“No! How many times must I repeat myself?” I gripped the dresser like it might give me the strength to deal with the incompetence that had decided to vomit all over my company while I was away for a few days. Was it really so difficult to do what I asked in a timely manner? I didn’t think so, but apparently, I was unreasonable.