With two hands I shift her off my cock, and she gasps at the sudden pain.
“Wow, pleasure sure brings pain with it.”
The fact that it looks as if she stabbed me in the balls causes her to gasp, “Oh my God. What just happened?”
“Pleasure comes with sacrifice, angel, and that is your innocence decorating my balls right now. I own that part of you and wear it like a trophy.”
“You’re a strange man, Simeon.”
The horror in her expression is amusing, and as I pull on my pants, I shrug.
“It’s not unusual for me to be covered in blood, sweetheart. I prefer this kind, though.”
“You really are disgusting.”
She pulls on her clothes and bites down on her lip, and I can tell that reality is setting in.
Reaching out, I grasp her face to turn to look at me, and I whisper, “Thank you.”
She says nothing, and I rub my thumb against her lips and attempt to reassure her.
“I did not take that for granted, and I would never have forced you to do anything you didn’t want to. I may be a monster to many people, but I’m not where it concerns you.”
Tears fill her eyes, and as the spark reignites in them, she says softly, “You may infuriate me, Simeon, but you’re my kind of madness, if that makes sense.”
“Perfect sense.”
For a second, we gaze into each other’s eyes and reach an understanding. There are no victims here, merely two people figuring it out as they go along. We are a reluctant team that is making the best of a forced situation, and I wonder how the lines blurred so quickly and she became a lot more important than a mere business deal.
The rest of the journey is spent with Alice nestled against me, my arm draped over her shoulder as I scroll on my phone. Her gentle breathing reveals she is sleeping, and I’m thankful for that. We both require sleep now, to regroup and to clean up, and the house just outside the airfield is the perfect place for that.
The mansionin Milan is perfect. We roll onto the grounds as dusk falls, and I’m envious of how peacefully Alice is sleeping. I can’t remember when I last slept well; there are a million nightmares waiting to plague me when my eyes close every night.
The demons dance and my sins punish me, and I wonder how it feels to enjoy a peaceful mind.
I almost consider having to carry her inside, and I’m surprised to find I hope that’s the case. I wonder when Alice Zaferelli became more to me than a project.
Why I enjoy her company and crave one taste from her lips above everything else.
When she glares at me, it turns me on and is considered foreplay. Her free spirit intrigues me, despite having been caged for most of her life.
A woman of God, not even close. Sometimes the devil wears angel’s wings because if Alice is even contemplating taking her final vows in that convent, I am a poor judge of character.
I pride myself on my ability to sum up a person’s character within two seconds of knowing them. However, Alice is an enigma and an intriguing woman.
She stirs as the car jolts to a stop and sits up, rubbing her eyes as she stares out at the serene view, her soft gasp of pleasure dragging an unusual smile out of me.
“This place is gorgeous.”
The sun is dipping below the horizon, painting the scene with master strokes of brilliance. It’s so quiet here away from the bustling town, and the air is still, unbroken by man—recharging.
She steps out as soon as the guard opens the door and leaves me to follow her, wandering around as if in a daze, stopping to admire an exotic flower or merely just inhaling deeply the sweet scent of jasmine that lingers in the air.
“Where are we?”
“Villa Bella, I believe.”
“You believe.”
