She scowled.
Not in your wildest dreams.
She huffed, making me laugh.
Then she got into her vehicle and pulled out of the driveway. I waited until she was completely out of sight, then left to head home, change my clothes, and prepare for the list of tasks I had to do today.
I stepped into the shower,the hot water cascading over my body, and sighed.
I’d just seen Catalina not even half an hour ago, yet I couldn’t wait to be near her again.
I kept thinking about her laugh, her lips, how plump and round they were, how it would feel to run my thumb over them before I'd kiss her.
How long would it take for my fantasy to become a reality? How long would she fight against the inevitable? My cock grew hard at the thought of it.
I wanted her to fight me. I wanted her to challenge me. I wanted to prove I was worthy of her and her heart. That I could andwouldtake care of her. I'd rather sacrifice my life for her thaneverhurt her. There was nothing I wouldn't do for my vicious little queen.
Closing my eyes, I envisioned her before me, felt her skin against my own. I could smell her scent vividly, as if she was right there in front of me, too tempting to resist.
I could have slipped inside her house last night. Her intricate security system wouldn't have stopped me.
What did she sleep in? Did she prefer a baggy t-shirt or pajamas? Or nothing at all? I moaned at how delicious she would look, naked and vulnerable to me.
I'd trail my fingers over her skin, her breasts, and farther down her stomach to her sweet pussy. She'd roll over onto her back, thinking it was a dream, as I spread her legs and fingered her, tasted her until she came all over my face.
My cock throbbed, and I was so lost in my fantasy of her, I fisted it and stroked myself.
Her voice when she said my name rang in my ears, over and over as I squeezed my cock.
I braced my hand against the wall as I pictured her eyes wide, mouth parted, body sweaty and shaky as I made her come again. She’d welcome me between her legs, letting me slide balls deep inside her, fucking her exactly the way Ilongedto.
She'd be so hot, so wet, soperfect, and I'd make her come. Once. Twice. Three times. More. I wouldn't stop until I'd rung every ounce of pleasure from her.
And when she thought she couldn't come anymore, I'd make her. Her moans and pleas would be the perfect melody as I rammed inside her cunt.
My heartbeat thundered in my ears, mixing with the water from the shower. I thrusted into my hand like a madman, completely caught in the illusion of her.
It was too much.
Stream after stream of my come hit the tile wall and floor. It was so intense I had to rest my forehead against the wall and lock my knees to keep from falling over.
I hadn't jacked off since I was a teenager. Yet here I stood in my shower, reduced to nothing, after having the most realistic vision I'd ever had about a woman who could barely stand to be in the same room with me. And yet I still couldn't get her out of my mind.
I caught my breath and cleaned myself before getting dressed in a suit ready for work.
I had Samuel scour the dark web for anything they could find on trafficked victims out of New York or nearby surrounding areas. I put out calls to my famiglia in Italy, making sure they alerted me to any trafficking news, especially involving American women. I also instructed them to conduct their own investigations into any famiglias there who might be in the market to buy.
At noon, I sent another text to Catalina.
Have you eaten lunch yet?
No, and I'm not eating it with you.
Hey, I'm doing you a favor by asking.
And why would you think that?
I smirked.
