.
Women have their place, and once I’ve had my fill, I send them on their way. It might make me an asshole, but at least I make sure they’re satisfied before they leave.
I rake a hand through my thick hair, letting out a deep sigh. I can’t help but think about what would happen if I ever gave in to the years-long battle with my conscience and acted on my desire for Caterina. The idea of sending her away like all the others bothers me—not just for her, but especially for my daughter.
How could I look her in the eye and tell her I slept with her best friend and discarded her like yesterday’s news?
I walk barefoot through the first floor, my swim trunks sticking to my muscular legs.
A sudden urge to go to her almost overpowers me. My body says yes, but my mind says no. Our dirty little secret would remain hidden, something we’d both pretend never happened, especially for Tatiana’s sake. I can only imagine her reaction if she found out what went down tonight.
My daughter must never know, but Caterina is in for a shock if she thinks I won’t address what happened. Now that I’ve seen beneath her innocent facade, there’s no going back.
I’m consumed with desire, but I let my brain make the final choice and enter my study instead of continuing down the hall. The first thing I do is head for the bar and pour myself a drink, hoping to cool my overheated libido. What I need more than anything is to dull my senses and calm the desire threatening to harden me once again so soon after coming. Images of fucking her and filling her with my cum, of claiming her completely, filter through my head.
The first sip isn’t enough to rid me of the mental image of a pregnant Caterina, her body swollen, thanks to the life growing inside her. The life I placed there. It’s too enticing to dismiss that image, and I allow it to percolate in my imagination as I sip my scotch and pace the room. Sweet, trusting Caterina. Glowing, radiant, carrying my child. How perfect would that be? The very idea spreads warmth in my chest that has nothing to do with the drink in my hand. A pleasure that goes beyond the physical. If I didn’t already know I was going to hell for the things I’ve done, I’d certainly earn a spot thanks to the direction my thoughts are running. The girl is twenty years my junior. She has her entire life ahead of her. A future. A fucking boyfriend. I grit my teeth at the last thought. I want to kill the bastard. He doesn’t deserve her.Yet he’s the one who has her. And here I sit, imagining myself claiming her. Owning her body, impregnating her, allowing her to carry the evidence of my claim for the world to see. There is no worthwhile excuse for that.I turn my attention to the dark, silent grounds visible through the picture windows behind my desk. Even in the quiet, I know there are always eyes on the lookout for any signs of trouble. Guards are a constant presence, not just for my own protection, but for my daughter’s. She shouldn’t have to suffer because of the dangerous world I’m part of.
My thoughts drift back to Caterina. How could I possibly consider involving her in this life? She’s so much younger than me. Could I trust her to keep my secrets or follow my commands for her own safety? Opening myself up to her feels risky, especially given my past experiences. I’ve trusted only one other woman before, and it ended badly. The idea of Caterina being pregnant terrifies me, a nightmare I fear becoming reality. Yet, the desire to claim her, to make her mine, burns intensely within me.
The answer is simple.I couldn’t ever trust her.But that won’t stop me from entertaining the idea of storming into my daughter’s bedroom to find her. Dragging her down the hall tomybedroom so I can tie her to the bed and make sure she can’t escape while I feast on her pussy until she passes out.
No doubt she’d seize up in fear, terrified at the prospect of the big, bad, dangerous villain she’s secretly lusted after finally giving her what she’s desired all this time. I can almost hear her sharp, rapid breathing in my ear. The tiny gasps and barely stifled moans she’d make while I woke her body with my hands, lips, and tongue. She would learn how dangerous it is to play with fire, to confess to the dark desires she’s entertained. It would’ve been better for both of us if she’d walked away tonight. It’s too late now.I’ll never forget the way she looked right fucking through me into the deep confines of my soul as she creamed on her fingers.
Fuck, my cock is hard all over again. I fall into my desk chair and set my drink aside in favor of pulling myself from my shorts. How long has it been since anyone or anything has excited me enough to get me hard so soon after coming? I honestly can’t remember. I’m that jaded, not to mention no longer as young as I used to be. The ringing phone on my desk startles me, and unnecessary guilt pierces my chest the instant I identify the number on the screen. Of all the times for my ex to call. It’s like she knows I’m enjoying myself and wants to bring an end to it. Sometimes, I wonder what I saw in her. How could I have been so blind? How did I miss the emptiness in her? An endless cave of screaming misery which she disguised with a tight body. I fell for it. Pussy will do that to a man, I suppose. A lesson I learned the hard way. “Amalia,” I growl, cradling the receiver between my ear and shoulder. “To what do I owe the dubious pleasure?” She’s silent long enough to make me wonder if she’s on the other end before muttering, “Oh, hello. I didn’t expect you to answer.” I blink slowly. What the fuck? “You called at two in the morning, assuming I wouldn’t be awake to answer, huh? Why? So you could leave a voicemail like a coward?” It’s all too predictable. “Don’t you know better by now than to underestimate me?” “How’s the weather up there on your high horse? I had a busy day and only now had the opportunity to call. I imagine Tatiana’s still out celebrating. How did the graduation go?” “You realize you could’ve witnessed it for yourself, don’t you? She set a ticket aside for her loving mother to attend the ceremony.” The silence on the other end of the call speaks volumes. My ex’s mind is not the mystery she wishes to believe it is. It infuriates her, knowing I find it easy to read her thoughts—or at least the selfish motivations at the core of her behavior. While she silently scrambles for a worthwhile excuse, I prompt, “Let me guess. You forgot about it.” “And what if I did?”“If you’re so determined to avoid responsibility, then you’d need serious professional help. Our daughter tried reaching out to you multiple times.”
“Do you even understand how many—”
“If I can remember an event amidst everything else, you should certainly manage it.”
“Did you ever think it was you I was trying to avoid?” She has a knack for twisting any situation to her advantage. Is that the sound of her sniffling? Of course, it is. She’s a pro at manipulating the narrative.
“If I can put the past aside for Tatiana’s sake, so can you.” As she starts spewing more excuses, I cut her off with a growl. “Forget it. Tatiana didn’t need you today, and she’s probably figured out by now that she can’t count on you.”
She scoffs. “Oh, and you’re the perfect father?”
Not by a long shot. I’ve faltered in more ways than I care to admit. I’m not the picture-perfect, sentimental father you’d see on a sitcom. That’s not me.
But I hope my daughter knows she can rely on me, that my main concern is her well-being and happiness. I keep her shielded from the darker sides of my life, as many parents do when their work isn’t exactly family-friendly. I may not be the affectionate type, but I believe I’m a good parent.
“I’m a damn good parent, and we both know it. Even if I weren’t, at least I’m trying.” The line goes silent for a moment before I continue. “And since you’ve apparently forgotten so much, let me refresh your memory.”
I lower my voice to a threatening growl. “We both know you’re avoiding signing the paperwork you’ve conveniently forgotten. Here’s a nugget of advice: dealing with your stalling is less convenient than having you removed. Do you understand?”
“Is that a threat?” She laughs, but I can hear the fear in her voice. She knows I’m not entirely bluffing. If anyone knows what I’m capable of, it’s her. When it comes to protecting my daughter and my business, I’ll go to any lengths—even those that could land me in serious trouble.
“A little reminder,” I murmur. “Hear that ticking in the back of your mind? It’s not your biological clock—though that must be screaming by now. It’s the ticking that started the moment those papers arrived at your door. My offer isn’t going to get any better. This is your last chance. Sign them, or you’ll see just how unpleasant I can be.”
“Ooo, I’m trembling,” she taunts.
“The clock is ticking,” I reiterate, ignoring her attempts to provoke me. I have more pressing concerns than getting dragged into a petty argument. I end the call abruptly and head to the private bathroom in my office to relieve myself. Amalia is a chapter I can’t completely erase from my life, though she did give me Tatiana—the greatest gift I’ve ever received.
But she’s part of the past.
My thoughts quickly shift: does this mean Caterina is the future?
I catch my reflection in the mirror. Hot water steams up the glass as I watch the battle unfold between the angel and devil on my shoulders. The lines on my forehead show the weight of my struggle.
This feels fundamentally wrong, on a level deeper than anything I’ve done before.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t get Caterina out of my mind. The idea of having her won’t leave me. It was hard enough resisting her before I saw her watching me.
Now? The word “impossible” comes to mind.
CaterinaTatiana: Sorry, running late. Long story.I know her well enough to guess that Christopher is probably involved—he’s the kind of guy who stirs up trouble or dismisses plans, and Tatiana never lets that slide. I want to tell her to cut him loose, but that’s not my place as a friend.Me: I’ll be waiting. :)I add a smiley face to keep things upbeat, even though what I really want to say is how much I’m looking forward to seeing them. The eerie feeling I had on the way here, like someone was following me, is something I’d never admit. I don’t want Tatiana to think I’m paranoid.For now, I’m surrounded by people in the club, so I should be safe. The attention I’m getting is just because I’m alone, and I can handle that.Breathe in, breathe out. You’re just being paranoid.The bar is quiet at the moment. A few people are scattered at the bar and at tables around the dance floor, while the balcony above is mostly empty. I came early to avoid the noise and catch up with Tatiana befo
Both Tatiana and I flinch when Roger opens the car door and leans in. “Everything’s clear,” he reports, his eyes scanning both of us. “Some drawers are open in the bedroom, but other than that, the place is empty. He’s taken all his belongings. I doubt he’ll come back, but I’ll arrange for one of the guys to change the locks, just in case.”“Thanks,” I say quietly as he returns the key. “I appreciate you checking.”“Not an issue.” He extends a hand, helping me out of the car. Once I’m on my feet, he reaches back to assist Tatiana. “Let’s move, princess. I’m not staying here all night.”“You’re such a jerk,” Tatiana mutters as she exits the car. “I don’t need a ride home in the morning. I’ll arrange something else.”“I’ll be here at eight. Don’t think about finding an alternative, or I’ll inform Daddy that you’re disregarding my instructions and your safety might be compromised.” His tone is harsh, a stark contrast to how he’s treated me. “Be ready, or face the consequences.”“Whatever
Gianni"That's it, baby. Open up and let me see just how eager you are. Show me what I desire."Damn it. A low, involuntary sound escapes me as the fantasy consumes my thoughts. No matter where I am or what I'm doing, right now, I'm at my desk getting ready for a meeting in thirty minutes. But the meeting—about the status of several new cargo planes for our shipping expansion—seems insignificant compared to the overwhelming distraction in my mind.This plan has been in the works for months and has required countless hours of research, vetting, and inspection. We’re close to finalizing the deal with the current owner of the small air fleet, and somehow, all I can do is sit here and do everything in my willpower to resist the ache in my cock.She’s sitting in front of me, her thighs spread wide to reveal the pink, shining slice of heaven between them. Fuck, business is the furthest thing from my mind, my tongue craving each drop of sweet nectar that will inevitably leak from her perfect
“Thank you for your time. I expect the signed contract in my inbox by the end of business tomorrow.”The seller and his legal team grunt their agreement. Roger, ever the professional, extends an offer to answer any further questions they might have.It’s all just a formality. I’m offering twice the value of the planes, fully confident they’ll boost our profits by thirty percent in no time. Sometimes, being generous is part of the strategy. Turning down my offer would be foolish.Roger’s knowing grin reflects his agreement.“Nice work,” I tell him, loosening my tie as the video call concludes.“Want a drink?” he offers.I decline. “I’m going to grab some coffee from the kitchen.” As I rise, I add, “You should take the rest of the night off. You’ve been burning the candle at both ends.”He looks puzzled. “Since when is working too many hours a problem?”Given that I’m anticipating a special visitor and would prefer not to be interrupted, I’d rather not have him around. I’m unsure whethe
CaterinaFuck it! I promised myself I wouldn't let this happen again. I vowed to stop feeling sorry for myself, but here I am, sitting at Gianni’s desk with fresh tears streaming down my face. I should have held off on breaking down until I reached Tatiana’s part of the house. When she told me her father had the keys, I planned to grab them quickly and retreat to the bedroom. Instead, the moment I clutched the keys, all my suppressed emotions surged back.Everything I managed to keep under control during the frantic packing and landlord negotiations came flooding out, and once the tears started, they wouldn't stop.The reality of it all feels almost unbearable. All that remains are feelings—despair, anguish, heartbreak. The void in my chest widens with every thought. Yes, my relationship with Luciano was deteriorating, and we were probably heading towards a breakup, but that doesn’t make the pain any less. He was my first love, my first serious relationship.My despair quickly turns t
But I don’t want to be good. I don’t want to make the choice everyone expects of me. I’ll never break free if I stay in this cage.“Yes,” I whisper. “I want you.”“Damn,” he growls, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his face. “You have no idea what you’ve just invited. I need to see you. I want to see how you made yourself come, how you touched yourself until you were desperate for more, wishing it was my tongue and fingers inside you.”The intensity of his words hits me, and a shiver runs down my spine. This feels so wrong, and yet I crave it. Tatiana’s face flashes in my mind—what if she finds out? My hesitation is short-lived. An animalistic growl escapes him as his fingers slip from my chin and move to the waistband of my leggings. I gasp as he swiftly pulls them down, the cool air against my heated skin making me shiver.He throws the leggings aside and focuses back on me. When he places his large hands on my knees, I manage to find my voice. “What are you doing?”He pause
GianniThe last few days have been a complete mess. I’ve had to fight every urge to go into the other wing of the house and claim Caterina, trying to make up for my earlier jerk behavior. The things I said in that moment—damn, I wish I could take them back. After everything she’s been through with her ex, I was way out of line. I’m an idiot, and behaving like that is par for the course for me.It would’ve been different with anyone else, but Caterina is not just anyone. I know I shouldn’t want her. I know we shouldn’t continue what happened that night, and that pushing her away was the right call. She probably thinks the worst of me, and frankly, I don’t blame her. Logically, I should know better, but right now, I just don’t give a damn.I don’t regret what happened between us. But that doesn’t make it right. No matter how much I try to distance myself or push her away, I know deep down she will eventually be mine.“The funds have been wired, and I’ve got confirmation from the seller.
It’s this or charge across the room and ravish her on the floor. I’m barely in control of myself. My gaze darts over her, taking in every inch of creamy flesh. I follow a bead of water as it rolls down her chest, soaking into the towel, barely covering the swell of her tits.Will she run?Part of me hopes she does. I’d chase her down, and fuck her hard against the floor, just to teach her a lesson. She only hesitates a moment before taking the first step. That’s the hardest part, taking the first step into the unknown. But it’s not really the unknown that gets you; it’s the fear of leaving what you know, what you understand.Now she’s mine.She’s made her decision.She chose to obey, and now she is mine.“What I really came here for was to punish you,” I murmur as she crosses the room and stumbles over her feet at the announcement. “Don’t worry. That’s not what’s on my mind now.”“What is?” Her voice cracks, matching the fear in her eyes.“Come here, and I’ll show you.”Somehow, she tr