Page 68 of Venice Vampyr: The Beginning

He turned away from the bed and reached for his clothes, giving her one last view of his backside before he stepped into his trousers and pulled them up.

Lorenzo congratulated himself. He’d scared her speechless. To do that to a woman, was a feat in itself. To accomplish this with a woman who’d given his cock appreciative glances when she thought he hadn’t watched, was a magnificent achievement. He almost felt like patting himself on the back. Nico and Dante would howl with roaring laughter once they heard the story. At least it would make for good entertainment.

It did nothing for his aching cock though.

“What do you expect your mistress to do?”

Lorenzo almost choked on his own saliva. Was she asking him because she was considering his offer? Hell, it hadn’t even been an offer. He had no intention of acquiring a mistress. “Signorina—”

“Just tell me what you expect from your mistress.”

What would he want from a mistress if he really were in the market for one? “Everything. She has to be uninhibited, open to experimentation, and she has to want it. I don’t want a woman who’s merely lying on her back. I don’t want to fuck a stiff board.”

“I understand.”

The finality in her words told him that he’d finally managed to dissuade her. He reached for his shirt and put it on. “Fine, then once you’re dressed I’ll escort you to a hotel or a boarding house.”

“You expect your mistress to live in a hotel or boarding house? I had expected so stay here.”

Lorenzo swiveled on his heels, dropping his hands from the buttons he’d been trying to close. He simply stared at her. After all he’d told her, she wanted to be his mistress? This couldn’t be happening.

“I would expect you to suck me,” he warned her.

Bianca loosened her grip on the pillow and nodded. “I can do that.”

Swallowing hard, he pushed his luck further. “I like to take a woman from behind like an animal.”

Was he hallucinating, or was the pillow she was holding sliding lower to reveal the top of her breasts?

“So you can get really deep?” Her pink tongue emerged to trace her lower lip. “I like deep.”

His legs carried him closer to the bed. “I like to tie my women up so they are at my mercy.”

Her hand pushed the pillow further down, revealing one nipple to his hungry gaze. Shocked, he stared at her face. Could he shock her with nothing? “There are times when I enjoy having somebody else watch me while I fuck my woman.”

“Who would you like to watch us?” she asked, her voice low and seductive.

Had she said “us?” Lorenzo felt sweat build on his brow. “A male friend.”

“Would he want to join in?”

Knowing Nico, he would, but would Lorenzo want him to? They’d shared women before, but would he want to share Bianca? Hell, what was he even saying? She wasn’t his mistress, and she wouldn’t become his mistress. Under no circumstances whatsoever!

“Listen, Signorina Greco, I didn’t mean—” His next words got stuck in his throat as she moved the pillow and threw it to the foot of the bed, exposing her naked body to him, her legs still spread open, her cunt still glistening from his saliva and her juices.

His brain stopped functioning. Mistress meant sex. Daily sex, hourly sex. Sex whenever he wanted it, without even having to leave the house, without having to go through the whole process of flirting with a woman or without negotiating a purchase.

Lorenzo’s gums itched as his sensitive nose filled with her arousal.

“As my mistress you’ll live here with me. My house, my rules.”

“Rules?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Two rules. Rule one: we sleep during daytime, and the curtains stay closed.”

“And rule two?”

“I’ll take you whenever and wherever I want, and you won’t refuse me.”