Mr. Caruso

Chapter Two

Maisie

It wouldn’t stop there. Just like I had watched him with another woman, I would make him watch me fuck his father. What did he say? That I was nothing and just a pawn in his game and a doll for his sexual satisfaction? That no one would ever want to be with me? That I was only needed to get his father’s properties? No! I would make him witness me take those properties myself. How I’d do it, I didn’t know yet, but I would make sure of it. Finn had unleashed the dark side of me, and now he would face my wrath. He had to pay for the wasted years, the wasted love, and every single moment I spent on him.

Now… to his hot father.

I turned to face him again, my eyes shamelessly tracing every inch of his body. Mr. Caruso stood there, his arms crossed, his chest rising and falling a little too quickly. There was something in his eyes—something dark, something hungry. It made me bold. I had to get what I want.

"You need to leave, Maisie," he growled, his voice a little rougher than usual. "Finn isn’t home."

I didn’t move. I wasn’t leaving, not now, not when I needed to make the bastard pay for what he did to me. "I don’t want to leave," I replied, my voice soft but confident, my gaze dipping to the obvious bulge in his shorts. My God! How could he be that huge?

I looked into his eyes, and he had a forced and hard gaze, my breath caught, but I couldn’t resist teasing him. "Do you always walk around like that?"

I saw the way his jaw tightened, his eyes darkening with lust he couldn’t hide. Actually, I had been seeing the way he looks at him, but I thought he was just admiring me sometimes he would say he wished his daughter could walk like me, as she was confined to a wheelchair after an unfortunate accident. I thought it was all about that, but now… looking at the expression on his face, and how he was trying to hide that he was loving this, I knew it wasn’t just that.

"Sometimes. It’s my house," he muttered in a very low and dangerous voice. "Why?"

My heart raced, and an idea started to form. One that would’ve made the old me blush in embarrassment and walk out of that house. But the old me was gone, and the only thing I wanted now was revenge. Sweet, filthy revenge.

"Would you like me to walk with you?" I asked, my fingers already tugging at the hem of my shirt, lifting it over so slowly. "Like this?"

I wouldn’t do this on a regular. I had never even given it a thought to cheat on Finn, not for once in the years we’ve spent together. But realizing that I was never in his plan, and he had been hooking up with an older woman all along has pushed me to the edge. I didn’t care about the consequences of my actions, the only thing I wanted was my revenge.

Mr. Caruso frowned, his confusion showing through his clenched jaw, and furrowed eyebrows. "What the hell are you talking about?"

I didn’t need to explain. The more the explanations, the harder it’d be for me to get under his skin. Actions were what I needed.

I let my shirt slip over my head, baring my skin to the cool air, and the bra that barely held my heavy breasts in place did nothing to hide the effect he had on me. His eyes drifted lower, betraying him. I loved that he was starting to give in, although he still had that reluctance in his eyes.

I smiled as I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my hips, stepping out of them and standing in just my underwear. The way his eyes scanned through my body from head to toe sent shivers through my spine, and I stood frozen right before him for minutes, losing myself in the intensity of the moment. Until he spoke again.

"Mai," he snapped, his voice sharp, almost pleading. "Put your clothes back on. You’re Finn’s fiancée. What the hell do you think are you doing?"

Was his reluctance going to stop me? Absolutely not.

He was being hard, acting like he didn’t want this. But I could see it. The way his chest heaved, how his fists clenched at his sides, and how his eyes darkened even more as he devoured the sight of me. He wanted this as much as I did, even if he wouldn’t admit it. I stepped closer, feeling the heat radiating from his body as I let my fingers trace the waistband of his shorts, teasing and taunting him.

"It doesn’t matter that I’m Finn’s fiancée," I whispered, feeling the thrill of danger rush through me. I knew this could be a bad idea, it could be dangerous, and wicked to drag his father into this, but fuck that! He should have done a better job in raising Finn. "He doesn’t have to know."

I let my hand slide lower, pressing over the hard length of him, and I gasped… he was so damn huge! The thought of what I could do to him, what he could do to me, had my blood rushing, desire pooling low in my belly, pushing down to my core. I was dripping! Just by pressing over his hard length.

That old woman can have Finn’s five inches cock for all I care, because his Father’s cock… this huge cock, was mine now.

Suddenly, his hand shot out and gripped my wrist tightly, but not tight enough to push me away. "Don’t tempt me… Mai," he warned, his voice a growl that made my skin tingle with excitement. "If you do, you’ll regret it."

His words only made me want him more. I leaned in, my lips brushing his earlobe, my voice a daring whisper. "What if I love that? Make me regret it."

There was a moment of silence that stretched into an electrifying moments of tension. I watched as his chest moved, his breathing becoming heavier with every minute passed, and I could feel the way his control was slipping, cracking under the weight of his desire. And then, with a rough growl, he pulled me to him, his lips crashing down onto mine, fierce, desperate, and passionate.

I was right—he wanted this. And so did I.

I kissed him back just with the same fierceness and vigor. His lips were smooth, demanding and sliding against mine, and for a second, I was lost in the heat of it all. I didn’t want it to stop.

His hands gripped my waist tightly, pulling me close against him, the hardness of his body pressing into mine, and I could feel just how much he wanted me. But then, he broke the kiss abruptly, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

“This is wrong,” he muttered, his grip loosening on me. He took a step back, shaking his head. I knew he wanted this, and all I needed was to stop him from thinking about the consequences just like I gave no fuck about it. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

He reached for his gun which he placed on the table beside us while we were kissing, and headed out of the door, stepping back to the hallway of his huge mansion.

I rushed to him, stepping right in his front with a wicked grin. “Why not, Mr. Caruso?” I asked, making my voice sound as sultry it could be.

I glanced around the house. Finn’s house. The thought of it filled me with a twisted sense of satisfaction. Payback. Right here, in the very house where Finn made those fake promises to me. It was perfect.

Mr. Caruso’s eyes narrowed, his battle between giving in and standing his ground evident on his face. "If at all you want to do anything, not here. Not with me, Mai."

His words were obviously betraying him.

"I know," I breathed, stepping until his back was against the wall and pressing my body against his again, I ran my hands over his chest, down the hard planes of his abs. I did saw him take a quick glance at my boobs and he instantly looked away. I continued. "That’s exactly why I want it here. Don’t you think it’s perfect?."

He grunted, his hands hesitating as they hovered over my hips, as if battling the last shred of restraint he had. "You’re playing with fire."

"Then let me burn," I whispered, stretching out my leg until it could reach the door of the next room which was his room. I kicked the door open and pulled him inside. I pushed him onto the bed with a mischievous grin on my face. I didn’t know where I got the strength to push him that way, but it came at the right time.

He fell onto the mattress, his huge body sinking into the soft sheets, and I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, before he could try to get up again. My toes curled as the heat of him radiated beneath me.

His hands flew to my thighs, gripping them tightly, but he didn’t push me away. His jaw clenched as he looked up at me, his dark eyes locked with mine, hungry, but still trying to resist. "Mai… sie…"

I leaned down, my lips brushing against his ear, teasing him in the best way possible. "Do you really want me to stop?" I taunted, grinding down on him, feeling his length grow harder beneath me.

He groaned, his resolve breaking as his hands gripped my hips even tighter, his nails digging into my skin. "You’re going to regret this."

"I don’t care," I whispered, running my hands down his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his skin. Everything about his body was perfect, how was I just noticing this now? After years knowing him. "I need you to make me regret it, Mr. Caruso."

That was all it took. It worked.

With a frustrated growl, he flipped us over, pinning me beneath him, his hands rough as they slid up my body, tearing at the last remnants of my clothing. His mouth was on mine again, his kisses hungry and desperate, as if he’d been holding back for too long.

"You're playing a dangerous game," he muttered against my lips, his hand moving between my legs, teasing and grazing over my clip, pushing gaps and low moans through my lips. “But if this is what you want…"

I arched into his touch. "Yes," I whispered breathlessly, my nails digging into his back. "I want this. I want you. I want…”

"Dad, I'm home." The familiar voice echoed through the house, and I froze.

It was Finn, and he sounded dangerously close to the room. My body went rigid, and my mind blanked. I had carefully planned my revenge, but now, it seemed like I was about to get caught on the very first day, at the very first trail and step.

Mr. Caruso’s hand immediately came over my mouth as he whispered. “Shh…”

“Dad, I’m home,” Finn called again, his voice sending a wave of panic through me, leaving me paralyzed.

“Yes, Finn.” Mr. Caruso answered and nodded at me, as if asking me to be calm. It almost work, but panic surged through me when I remembered my clothes. I left them in Finn’s room. There was no way I was getting away with this.

Fucking hell!