“Youaregoing through a midlife crisis. Are you fucking insane? You paid over six million dollars for one week with a woman when you turn women down left and right? She must be some woman.”
“She is.”
“Well, damn.” He surveys me more closely. “You’ve got feelings for her.”
“All the feelings are trapped right here.” I grab my junk and smirk. It’s an asshole move, but I’m not exactly myself right now.
“Bullshit.” Zumo steps closer. “Utter bullshit.”
Air whooshes out of my mouth in a loud sigh. “I know. I’m screwed. So fucking screwed.”
Sympathy splays over his face. “I hate this for you. You finally find a woman you want for more than just sex, and she’s already fucking married. This won’t end well, Fiero. You should put her back on a plane to Miami before you do anything. You can’t fuck her. You won’t want to give her back.”
I’m not confirming I’ve already decided she’snotgoing back.
“It’ll just be sex. I just need to fuck this craving away and it’ll be fine.”
“You’ve pulled some stunts in your time, brother, but this might be the craziest of all.”
Debatable, but my little brother isn’t privy to all my escapades.
“The board will have your balls for this, Fiero. We don’t treat women like this in New York. Bennett and Massimo have worked hard to introduce equality, fairness, and respect and to include women more in our world. This shits all over that notion.”
“Which is why they can’t know. I promised her dinner and a show, and I want to take her to some of the main sights, but the rest of the time, I’m keeping her here away from prying eyes. I need your help to keep this a secret. I need you to handle a few things for me and to cover my back when I need it.”
He slaps me on the back, agreeing without hesitation like I knew he would. “You got it, brother. Whatever you need, it’s yours.”
When I return to the bedroom after Zumo has left, Valentina is asleep in my bed in the tatty black cotton nightdress and not my soft white shirt. That’s still lying in a crumpled heap on the white carpet.
She’s such a defiant little thing.
One part of me welcomes her rebellion, but the other is frustrated she’ll obey that fat fuck she calls a husband and not me.Would it have killed her to sleep in my shirt?I want her in my clothes, and cheap cotton has no place nestled up close to such perfection.
A wicked grin trips over my lips as I strip down to my boxers and pad downstairs to the kitchen, rummaging in the drawers until I find what I need. Ana will bust my balls for messing up her organization, but I pay her to sort my shit, so she won’t complain too much.
Returning to the bedroom, I set the scissors down and very carefully peel the comforter back, revealing Valentina to me. She mumbles in her sleep, and while it’d be easier to do this while she’s unconscious, I’m not opposed to her waking either and fighting me. But she merely turns over onto her back and settles into the land of nod, leaving me to execute my dastardly plan in peace.
I stifle my chuckles as I carefully cut the nightdress up the front, holding it out from her body so I don’t accidentally hurt her. It falls to the sides, exposing her bare body to me, and my dick instantly thickens, blood surging through my veins at the sight of such perfection. Natural tits with small rose-colored nipples salute me, and my mouth waters at the thought of tasting all that soft flesh. My eyes rake over her flat stomach and lower to her beautiful pussy, my mouth salivating at the fine strip of shaved dark hair and her toned thighs and long slender legs.
I’m painfully hard, and my cock spasms, thrusting involuntarily with the need to plunge into her wet warmth. I squeeze the head of my dick, and precum leaks from the tip. Knowing I need to deal with it this time, I snip the thin straps of her dress and cut the rest fully away before dumping the ragged threads into the black bag I also brought from the kitchen.
Valentina must be exhausted since I managed all that without her waking. I blow her a soft kiss before carefully covering her with the comforter. Then I head into the bathroom and jerk off into my hand to visions of my sleeping beauty with her mouth latched around my cock.
Returning to the bedroom, I head into the closet and tip the contents of her shabby case—bar the cash envelope, toiletries, and pill box, which I leave alone—into the bag and head outside, making a beeline for the gardener’s shed.
I pull a steel drum outside and dump the bag inside. “Who’s got a lighter?” I ask into the darkness, knowing one of mysoldatiwill hear me.
“I’ve got you, boss.” Dino steps forward from the trees, fighting a smirk as he scans my boxer-clad form. “Here.” He slaps a cheap red plastic lighter in my palm, and I grab an item of clothing from the bag and hold it up as I set it on fire. Then I dump it into the drum and watch with smug satisfaction as every stitch of clothing Valentina came here with goes up in flames.
It feels prophetic, and I wish I had dragged her out of bed, kicking and screaming, to watch her old life startto burn.
12
VALENTINA
Snuggling into the warmth of the bed, I inhale the fresh floral scent from the pillow as I slowly wake. Cool air kisses my cheeks as I stare in initial confusion at the large airy bedroom until it all comes back to me. Heat seeps into my skin from the large palm pressed firmly against my tummy from behind, his long fingers dangerously close to my most intimate parts that are bare like the rest of me.
What the hell?I know I went to sleep in my black nightie. That asshole must have removed it while I was unconscious. I’m usually a light sleeper, but I guess I was really out of it last night. It’s been an exhausting weekend, so it’s not altogether surprising. My eyes scan the floor and the room at large, but it’s nowhere to be seen. The shirt he gave me to sleep in lies in the same crumpled heap where I left it, and that’ll have to do. I attempt to free myself from his grip, but Fiero pulls me back flush against his body, and a strangled sound rips from my lips when his morning wood presses up against my ass.
