Page 7 of Lust and Honor

“But I think you’ve got me—” Her words get cut off by a few knocks on the door.

The idea of someone interrupting me right now makes my blood boil. I lift my head from her neck and roar, “Get lost! No one comes near me until I say so!”

She startles at the violence in my voice, her body tensing.

I take her hand and lead her toward the bed. Standing by the bedside, I meet her wide, frightened eyes. “Want a drink?”

She just shakes her head, a small no. Time to get back to business. My gaze drops to the swell of her breasts, pushing against the loose, long-sleeved black top she’s wearing. From this angle, I can’t tell the size. I reach out and grab the hem of her T-shirt.

As I start to pull it off, she grabs my hand.

“What are you doing?” she breathes out, her voice shaky.

Maybe it’s the week without sex talking, but every signal I see tonight gets filtered through my cock. My brain—or maybe it’s just my dick again—starts whispering that this girl’s into the fantasy of being taken. Well, all the better.

I’m so caught up, I barely register how... normal her outfit is. Elen never sends a girl to a client dressed like this. Instead, I focus on getting her out of it.

I run the back of my hand across her cheek. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you. Now move your hands, good girl.”

My words aren’t threatening, but my tone is. I shoot her a look that says she either moves her hands, or I’ll rip the clothes off her body. Her trembling hands slide away, and a second later, her T-shirt and bra hit the floor.

Placing my palms on her bare shoulders, I slowly drag my fingers down over her skin, down to the perfect mounds that rule her pale, freckled body like two crowned queens. Her nipples aren’t pink or brown like most women’s. They’re ruby red, two glowing gems staring back at me.

I palm them and a groan tears out of me. I can’t hold back anymore. I shove her toward the bed, my hand on the small of her back, and fall onto the sheets with her. I unbutton her jeans, slide my hand into her panties, and start massaging the soft flesh beneath me. I suck her delectable tits into my mouth, one after the other.

For the next two hours, I lose my fucking mind. The pleasure I get from this sex is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Each time I empty myself into the condom, I ask myself: Is this even real?

When I’m done, I leave a hefty tip on the pillow and for the first time in my life, I decide I want to be with the same woman two nights in a row. I cast another lustful glance at her naked body lying on the bed, and tell her I expect her back tomorrow night.

She pulls the sheet over herself, closing her eyes without even looking at me. She must be so exhausted she doesn’t have the strength to respond. I run my tongue over my lips, already mapping out every filthy position I’ll take her in tomorrow night.

But for now, I’ve got to go. There’s a big drug shipment coming in tonight, and I need to be there to handle it.

A perfect end to a perfect night.

***

Carlo is standing by the fireplace, holding Gabriel in one arm and talking to his blond brother, Brando. Lorenzo and Giorgio are off in another corner of the living room, chatting beneath a jungle of balloons strung across the walls.

I pour myself another drink, and once again, my mind drifts back to the sex room. To that night. To the mystery I still haven’t solved, one week later.

A hand lands on my shoulder, yanking me out of it. Carlo studies me with that probing look of his and drops into the single armchair next to me.

He gestures to the glass in my hand. “What’s going on?”

I toss back the square-cut crystal liquid in one go and decide to tell Carlo my secret. My brain’s been fucked ever since, maybe he can help me out.

“I fucked up, Carlo. Big time. And I don’t know how to fix it.”

The crease between his brows shows he’s surprised, but he stays silent, just waiting for me to go on.

“I went to Heaven the other night, ordered a redhead, as usual.” I ignore the smirk creeping onto his lips and keep talking. “This girl walks in, not dressed like the others. Jeans, a T-shirt. Gorgeous. Not the usual hooker vibe. She asks if I’m Maxim. I thought she was being coy, maybe a newbie trying something different. So I grabbed her by the throat and kissed her.”

I drag a frustrated hand through my hair. “I thought she was just playing along. Someone knocked on the door, I told them to fuck off. And then I fucked her. For an hour. When it was over, I told her to come back the next night. I don’t know why, it was out of character for me, but she was... different.”

“And did she come back?” he asked.

I shake my head. “No. So I asked Elen about her. That’s when I found out she wasn’t one of our girls.”