1. Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Emilio
S ix months later
As I watch the woman on my phone screen, her beauty almost makes me forget how much she makes my blood boil. In all of my thirty-eight years on this earth, no woman has ever affected me this way. I want to sift my fingers through her long, black hair, and run my hands over her hourglass figure, but I have to remind myself that she's just a means to an end.
Serena Martinelli is precious to her asshole brothers, but in my book, she’s the enemy. One day soon, I'll corrupt her, make her my whore, and force her brothers to pay for what they took from me. Then, I'm going to take just as much from them.
She moved home a few months ago. Since then, I've been watching and waiting for the perfect moment. I know her schedule, what time she eats, what time she sleeps, and when she leaves for work. The woman loves cannolis and pizza like no one I've ever seen. I also know she chews her fingernails while trying to figure out her event schedules and seating charts for weddings she's in charge of.
I watch her as much as I can, unless she's at events. Following her home isn't just an investment in my future, it has consumed me for the last two months. Her beauty makes it hard for me to remember she’s my enemy. The idea that I should hate her is becoming harder and harder for me to reconcile.
Her landlord was an asshole when I tried to buy the house that she lives in from him. He acted like it had sentimental value because his mother lived there for years before she passed away. That was bullshit. Somehow, he knew how badly I wanted to buy that house and made me pay five times the market value. He peacefully overdosed in his sleep. Hope he enjoys his money in hell.
Anyone who tries to come between me and the woman that I want is going to suffer the same fate.
After purchasing the property Serena lives in, I had my tech specialist hook up the cameras. No one has access to the cameras but me, because if another man looked at her, I'd rip their eyes from the sockets and make them swallow them whole.
Serena walks into the house, puts her purse down on the counter, and sifts through her mail before throwing it down. She enters her bedroom, where she pulls off the silky dress that has made her tits look amazing all day. Letting it land in the hamper, she stands in front of the dresser, taking something.
Looks like a birth control pill. I make a mental note to get those switched to a placebo. She won't be needing birth control. I have a doctor on my payroll who’s paid well for his services. Focusing on the pill container next to her, I zoom in and capture a screenshot of the brand name, saving it to my camera roll. Sending a text to the doctor, I let him know I want a placebo with packaging that looks like Serena's regular pills.
I look down and see the tent in my pants. This woman can get me hard faster than anyone I've ever known, and we haven't even officially met yet.
My eyes drift back to the phone screen, noting Serena's subtle movements as she places her hands behind her back, unclasps her bra, and lets it fall to the floor.
Unable to control myself any longer, I quickly unfasten my belt buckle and release my sizable, thick cock, running my hand along the length twice to relieve the throbbing sensation.
My girl slowly pulls her panties down her shapely thighs, allowing them to drop to the floor. She's smooth. My mouth waters as I think about what she's going to taste like when I get my mouth on her. Not sure how much longer I can wait for her to be mine, I let my head fall back onto my chair and rub my hands over the tip of my hard dick. Precum leaks out and I use that to lube my cock up.
Seeing Serena rummage through her dresser, dropping clothes that she then has to bend over to pick up, causes me to release an audible groan.
Back in bed, she lies down and languidly traces the contours of her body with her hands. After a few minutes, she reaches for her sleek, silver vibrator and settles onto her plush bed. The room fills with a faint buzz as she spreads her legs and switches on the device. When she presses the vibrator against her clit, a soft whimper escapes her lips, and the sound ignites a surge of desire within me.
Then, she lets out a loud groan that makes my dick jump.
I pull at my cock with more force, stroking my hand up and down while simultaneously massaging my heavy balls. A tingling sensation spreads in my lower core as the sight of that bare pussy almost overwhelms me with the urge to come.
The thought of what's waiting for me in my desk drawer makes me pause, prolonging this feeling just a bit longer. Opening the drawer, I grab the pink silk panties and put them over my mouth and nose, inhaling deeply. My lips quiver from the need to taste her.
My tongue darts out and I lick the crotch. Immediately, I’m rewarded with a light, musk honey flavor on my tongue as I jerk myself harder until my dick explodes. Cum coats my stomach, my hands, and the panties.
Using the panties to wipe up my juices, I subconsciously mark her pussy as mine by mingling our essences in the silky material. They will be in her mouth one day. I'll gag her with them as I fuck her from behind.
Rubbing my hands over my face, I realize how exhausted I am. Sleep has eluded me for the last forty-eight hours. Often, I take a sedative that knocks me out so that my body can rest and reset, but since I've become obsessed with Serena, I’ve avoided using them.
After taking a shower, I go down to the kitchen. Serena's in the kitchen, heating her dinner. I go to the fridge and get the same thing she's eating, and pop it in the microwave before sitting down. As I continue to watch her, we take each bite in sync with one another as if we are eating dinner together at the same table.
It takes a bit of coordination to sync our meals, but when Serena goes to the grocery store, I see her unpack her groceries on camera, and I order the same items. When she calls for takeout or delivery, I immediately order the same dish. It makes me feel closer to her, but soon, our lives will be entwined in every way.
Serena likes to eat Greek yogurt, eggs, and veggies for breakfast, as well as fish, chicken, and salads for lunch and dinner. However, she never seems to eat anything that fills me up. I miss the bread, fruit, and potatoes. Sometimes, I feel empty after we've had dinner because she seems to eat so little. I have to supplement by eating protein bars and snacks in between meals so I don't starve to death.
My housekeeper seems surprised by my frequent food and grocery deliveries. She's paid well for her troubles and my quirks, so she overlooks it. Although cleaning is her job, my cooking means she rarely has to make dinner in the evenings.
When I started watching Serena Martinelli, I figured she was just some spoiled mafia princess living off her daddy's money and going to high society events. She's nothing like that. She works, and as far as I can tell, she's independent too.
Do I know my fixation with her has derailed my revenge plan somewhat? I do, but I can't control the need I have for her. It started out as hate, but now I hate her family and what they did, whereas she's become part of me. Oh, I will get my revenge on the Martinellis, but Serena? Well, I have to have her. By any means necessary.
Often when Serena goes to sleep at night, I lie in bed and watch her from the camera I had placed above her bed. Merely watching her rest is captivating. She's got that vibrator hidden in her dresser drawer that I can't wait to destroy.
For now, I allow it; I’ll even join in, jacking myself off to the video, but I won't permit it once we are together. The thought of anything inside her that isn't me makes my hands clench into fist. She's mine and only my cock, my fingers, and my tongue will be allowed to touch her.
Even after jerking off to her on camera earlier, the thought has me hard as nails. My obsession with Serena grows with every moment I spend watching her. The more I watch and follow, the less control I have. I have a need to be inside of her body that I'm unable to contain any longer. I'm becoming chaffed from how often I have to find my release to keep myself in check.
This all started when I found out my father was murdered. When I learned about my enemies and what their biggest weakness was, it was my plan to use her to get back at them. It still is, but it's blown up to something so much larger now.
Soon, my girl will come home where she belongs. With me.