Three | Massimo
Three
Massimo
THE MOMENT SHE GIVES me the middle finger is the moment I make up my mind.
All I usually have to do is look at a woman, and she's mine.
But that girl...
That sweet, hot, infuriatingly stubborn girl...
She's seen me fucking someone else, and even though we both know it's turned her on—-
She decides to flip me the bird instead of flipping to her stomach so I can fuck her, too.
She's like no one else, and that's fucking why...
I want her.
And I'll do anything to have her.
But first I need to deal with Ana, and with just a flick on her clit, I already have the other girl cumming with a gasp, and shudders are still rocking her body as I swiftly pull out of her and zip my dick back into my pants.
Ana collapses on the floor, and she's still cumming by the looks of it. My own cock is still aching with unspent desire, but I don't feel the slightest temptation to sink back into her, if only to relieve me of sexual frustration.
"Master," she moans. "Come back inside of me—-"
"We're done."
Her eyes start welling up as soon as she hears this, but I also notice how she straightens up in a way that will push her breasts out in a blatant attempt to seduce me into changing my mind.
"Orazio outside will take care of your fees—-"
"B-B-But Master—-"
"Quit the theatrics, Ana. You'll get ten times your usual rate tonight, and the same amount next month. Consider it as a parting gift."
This finally does the job, and the threat of her tears disappears the moment she realizes how much I'll be paying her. She quickly gets up, the smile breaking over her lips making it clear that she's not at all bothered by her nudity—-or the termination of her agreement.
"Oh, thank you so much, Master!"
I've always known money is the only thing she's after, and I would've paid her even more if she hadn't tried the fake-crying route with me.
Orazio raises a questioning brow as soon as I step out, and the older man starts laughing when I impatiently fork over a thousand-dollar bill.
"Always a pleasure doing business with you, signore ," he says with a smirk.
The two of us had a bet that the next girl to come in would join Ana and me in a threesome, but that obviously wasn't the case.
"You just got lucky, Raz." I'm about to ask him which direction my runaway beauty has taken when I spot her on one of the benches lining the sidewalk. She looks like she has trouble catching her breath, and satisfaction almost has me smiling.
Did I excite you a little too much, ciliegina mia?
She even has a hand on her chest like she can't believe how hard her heart is pounding...and seeing it makes me want to do things that can make her heart race even faster.
After instructing Orazio on how to settle for Ana's services, I start walking toward my prey.
With a black silicone mask covering most of her face, all my mind can obsessively commit to memory is the raven shade of her hair, the delicate frame of her body, and the olive tone of her skin.
She jumps to her feet when she sees me coming, and she quickly walks away when she realizes I have no intention of slowing down.
My pace remains unchanged even as she keeps looking over her shoulder to gauge the distance between us. If I want to, I can get to her before she can even draw her next breath.
But I don't.
Because her nervousness is something I want to savor, and so I bide my time like a predator wanting to lull its target into a false sense of security...before pouncing to devour my prey.
She wants me.
I can practically fucking smell the silken wetness of her womanhood like a goddamn wolf.
This girl wants me as much as I want her, but the fact that she's managed to resist me this long also tells me I need to take extra fucking care.
One threatening misstep from me, and she'll run like hell. The only reason she hasn't yet is because of her pride, and I need to keep it that way.
A swift look around us shows that most of tonight's guests are at the concert.
Good.
With the main driveway of our property mostly empty, the accompanying silence gives me the chance to draw her into a conversation without getting too close.
"What's your name?"
She lifts her shoulders in an I-don't-know shrug, and my lips twitch.
"Do you know who I am?"
She shakes her head, and I chuckle. "Liar."
Another shrug, which I assume is her way of telling me to think whatever I want.
"I'm no evil man, ciliegina mia—- "
She skids to a stop and turns around to glare at me.
Interessante...
"So you think I'm evil?"
She rejects this with an impatient gesture with her hand, and my lips curve.
Ah.
"So you do think I'm evil, but that's not what bothers you. Rather, what you didn't appreciate—-is me calling you my little cherry."
Her fingers curl into fists against her sides, but this only makes me want to provoke her even more.
"Perché?" Why? "Do you doubt that I am the man to pop it?"
Her eyes widen with outrage, but just when she's about to tear her mask off her face to chew me out—-
"Ynez!"
She breaks into a run without looking back, and fuck, fuck, fuck!
I'm fast, but I'm no fucking wolf to track her by scent, and I lose her the moment she joins the sea of girls wearing Boston Says Boo shirts and dancing to the main act up on stage.
FUCK!
I waste no time in trekking up to the main house, and Cesare is visibly surprised to see me come barging inside our security room in the basement.
My brother swings around to face me, and behind him is a wall of monitors showing real-time footage of what's taking place outside our property. The cameras installed inside that people see are all dummies; what we do here is our business alone, and even if that means not having video evidence of any instance we're under attack, it's a risk that our famiglia is willing to take.
"è successo qualcosa?" Did something happen?
"I'm looking for a girl."
The worry on Cesare's face immediately turns into exasperation, and I shake my head, saying, "This one is different."
"You've never said that about the others, I'll give you that." My brother's tone, however, remains slightly skeptical, but I take no offense since he's only stating the truth. Women are nothing but objects for hire in my life, and for the large part, I know it's the same for all of my brothers...except Giancarlo, of course.
I throw an impatient look at the other guys on duty, asking, "Who's in charge here of admissions?"
Cesare points to a younger man seated at the back, and the latter straightens nervously in his chair. "Sì, signore?"
"How many guests named Ynez do we have registered?"
His fingers tap furiously on the keyboard. "Just...one, signore ."
"Email me everything you have on her."
"Sì, signore ."
My phone vibrates in my pocket a moment later, and after just a few clicks, I finally know what my little cherry looks like.
Ciao, ciliegina mia.