Nightmares weren’t something he was used to. No bitch! He was the nightmare, not the victim. He’d had one of the most intense nightmares of all time. In it,hewas the sheep in disguise. And everybody knew it.“Bruno, you’re no son of mine,”his father’s ghost had screamed. An ugly beast came for him, an ugly son of a bitch named, Karma. The motherfucker had Castillo’s killer eyes and Antonio’s voice. And karma promised he would die too.
Deeply disturbed, he could not go back to sleep, not now.
Like the stubborn ass fucker Antonio had been, the jackass came for him in his dreams, over and over. The torment was eating De Luca alive on the inside. Another damn headache in his life.
It was hard to live with, but Bruno knew could handle it.
A tired groan escaped his lips. The bed creaked as he stuffed another pillow behind his head, lifting up the covers, he gazed at Annie’s heart-shaped face.
Annie leaned over his groin, between his legs, sucking his cock between his legs, she went to town. Although dazed and still in a fringing on sleep, he moaned and clutched a fistful of her hair tight. All at once he was in ecstasy. His cock was being forced to feel...and it felt fucking good.
“Fuck, babe,” he muttered on a groan.
The woman knew how to deepthroat his cock. Fuck, he loved the way her mouth felt.
Stopping for a moment to meet his eyes, she crawled up his body and kissed his face and then went back down, clasping his thick cock in hand as she slowly pumped it. She licked and french kissed his cock like a lolipop. Her tongue as smooth as silk, lighter than air.
He moaned for more, gritting his teeth in pleasure. He watched her the whole time as his mind swirled in a hurricane of ecstasy. His leg muscles twitched, as his breathing became erratic. With voracious lust, he reached out and grabbed another fistful of her hair, his hips humped the air until he couldn’t hold on any longer, and shot his load deep into her throat.
Without a word, she leaned forward and wiped his cum from her lips, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss. As their tongues danced together, he took control of her body. Spinning her around and bringing his cock to her tight ass. Still rock hard, he rammed into her. Stretching her pussy out from behind.
She was screaming, begging for him to keep going, verging on hysteria.
Hands squeezing tight around her tits, he could feel her heartbeat bumping crazily. He released into her again with a husky, lustful moan.
Then when he was finished, he stood up, tugged his boxers on, and steadied his woman as she tried to stand on wobbly post-climatic legs. He felt so much better now. His Annie knew how to pull him out of the darkness.
Bruno turned out the lights and then raised the bedroom window to get some fresh air. He glanced of his window to the city, ablaze with Christmas lights. Since it was early, no one was about on the streets.
He took Annie into the shower with him and lovingly soaped her sweet curvy body and rinsed her fown under the warn water spray. He shampooed her hair and kissed her neck when he was done.
Ooohing and athing at the lavish attention her body slumped with utter satisfaction. Yes, Bruno knew how to treat his woman right. She was his whole world, and he let her know this in every way he knew.
After towelling her dry and kissing her soundly, he went downstairs. Bruno’s home looked spectacular. Ivy pregnant with berries hung everywhere while mistletoe hung from the walls and no less than three Christmas trees stood on the floor.
He’d gone out back for a smoke when Annie popped her head out the door in her dressing gown, his mobile phone in hand.
Taking the phone, he answered the call.
Marco sighed. “I don’t know how to tell you this…. but we got the wrong man,” Marco said, his voice shaking.
A low growl rumbled from Bruno’s lungs. Raising a fist to his lips, Bruno bit down hard on his knuckles. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“A-Antonio. He didn’t seal the paintings, it wasn’t him.”
For one second, Bruno’s body froze dead, and every part of him went numb. “You fucking messed up, Marco!”
When Marco made no reply, reality came down on Bruno like a brick to the brain.
Stepping inside and slamming the door, Bruno slid back the deadbolt on the kitchen door and sat down. With considerable effort, he tried not to tear the man’s head off. “You’ve really fucked this up, Marco. You told me you knew first-hand who did it! Shit, I’m getting a damn headache just thinking about it.” He shook his head. “Motherfucker! This can’t be happening!” Was this a mistake? For his sake and sanity, he hoped so.
“Bruno...I feel terrible.” Marco sent him a mug shot of a man who’d just been taken into custody for theft, the thick red scar right down his face verifying the truth.
“FUCK HOW YOU FEEL! You little stupid ass bitch!” he bellowed, voice cracking.
Marco sighed. “Boss, tell me what I can do?”
“You can’t do shit!” Needless to say, De Luca was pissed as hell. His body a pressure cooker, his brain a hellacious storm. It wasn’t just Marco he blamed. Both of them had made something out of virtually nothing. Bruno was furious, furious at himself. He’s always said people were stupid. Illogical. Irrational. Dumb as fuck. Now, he was one of them. And that was tough shit to deal with.
