It just wasn’t fair. That he could get under my skin. That I could entertain the mere chance of having him to myself just once.
No. You can’t. Stay strong and don’t slip.
My premature thoughts of this being an in-and-out job for my uncle seemed like a pathetic joke now.
I had been here for almost a month now. Everything I sent my uncle was useless, and his annoyance with my sub-stellar performance as a spy was evident in all the nasty texts he sent me.
His lousy mood was probably more to do with the loss of all the men at the warehouse. After I picked up on what he said and what Andre and Oleg said here, I realized that the night Andre showed up with those injuries had to have been the one where he and Oleg had been ambushed and fired back. My uncle could moan and groan about losing more of the Giovanni force, but hey, that was karma. If he wanted to be so stupid as to fight dirty against others, then that was nothing more than an epic case offuck around and find out. If my uncle could ever try to get ahead on his own, not by targeting what others had, maybe he wouldn’t always be in this position.
I shook my head, dismissing any thought of Uncle Roberto.
I’d much prefer to dream or fantasize about Andre again because that at least made me feel good.
Nothing would feel good about submitting to him. Not in the long run.I knew that. Because I was a Giovanni, nothing permanent could ever stick between us.
Yet, with every day that passed, the temptation of that sexy man grew stronger.
Each time he looked at me as if I were a woman he lusted and coveted, not a pawn to use, warmed my heart.
Every moment in his presence when he’d snap and tug me aside for a stolen kiss taunted me to be a traitor to my uncle and accept Andre’s affection.
You can’t.
Defying my uncle wouldn’t ruin me. I despised the man who’d taken over my life since my parents died.
But not doing as he said would result in Esmeralda dying even sooner, and in pain.
I closed my eyes and fought the horrible thoughts back.
I didn’t want my uncle on my mind. I didn’t want to dwell on how I’d inevitably lose my cousin.
Going back to what I recalled of my naughty dream, I reached over to the nightstand and got my vibrator out. I hadn’t consciously packed it in my bag when I took this job. It’d just been in a zipped-up compartment. But with my determination to resist Andre, it sure had come in handy to take the edge of this lust off.
Thinking back to Andre in my dream, I envisioned him kissing a path down my stomach. I stroked my vibe over my flesh.
I imagined him pressing his fingers to my pussy and opening me up. At the same time, I spread my folds with my fingers.
In my mind, he hovered over me and lined up his big dick to me. And in this small bedroom, I poised the tip of the vibrator to my slippery entrance.
“Please. I need it,” I whispered aloud, frowning as I squeezed my eyes closed.
Pushing the vibe in, I fantasized that it was him filling me and stretching me. That it was my boss, my enemy, who was sliding his hard length in and out of my cunt.
“Oh, Andre. Yes.Yes.” Carried away with the naughty pictures in my mind, I tried to let fantasy merge with reality. That I wasn’t pleasuring myself off, but being fucked byhim.
“Oh. Oh, my God.”
I couldn’t stay quiet. As my juices and arousal made sluicing noises against the withdrawals and thrusts of my vibrator, I fell deeper into the illusion it was Andre pushing me close to coming. The merging halves of my wicked touch canceled out all thoughts. Worries ceased to matter. Only the physical pleasure and burning tension to welcome an orgasm could. The mental conviction that it was Andre pounding into me.
Before I could stand it any longer, whimpering and moaning, I crashed. A sudden dive off the edge had me crying out. Relief swarmed in. Waves of pleasure tingled me inside out. From my womb to my hard nipples, zinging bolts of elation took over.
“Oh…” I lowered my arm, letting the wet vibrator fall to the mattress. My arousal smeared on my thigh, but even that couldn’t rouse me out of the sleepiness that stole over me as I sighed and relished the pleasure of coming so hard.
To him.
Before I could give in to the lure of sleep, too blissed out to stay awake for long, a fleeting little dread pricked my mind.
What was that?
