Chapter 1 #2
With eager hands, she reaches for my belt and undoes the heavy buckle, the button, and zipper of my pants following shortly after.
My cock jerks when she cups it through the material of my briefs.
Grinning like the cat who got the cream, she pulls the waistband of my underwear down, my hard length springing out.
"Oh God," she breathes out, staring at it wide-eyed. It's a reaction I've gotten used to after years of being with women.
The blonde woman wraps her fingers around the base and begins to slide it up and down the shaft. Impatient, I grip her jaw in a silent command for her to open her mouth, and as soon as she does, I push inside her.
I grunt with pleasure as she sucks on the tip before opening wider to take the rest of me.
"Hmmm," she makes a sound deep in her throat, just before she begins to bob up and down my length.
I throw my head back at the pleasure of being surrounded by the hot, wet silk of her mouth.
"Take all of me," I order, and she's quick to obey, tilting her head back to allow my cock to hit the back of her throat and push into the tight passage.
"Hmm," she hums, cupping her breasts. I can see her hard nipples through her shirt, and she pinches at them, eyes rolling back in her head.
Her expert hand cups my heavy balls and begins to roll them in her palms, all while she continues to move her head up and down my cock. Saliva drips down to the carpeted floor, and tears fall from her eyes, making a mess of her mascara.
I grip her hair tighter as desire builds at the base of my spine, keeping her in place.
"Shit!" I bite out then start fucking into her mouth, hips rolling as I use her mouth to chase my pleasure, pumping into her.
Most women will complain or try to pull away at the treatment, but the blonde on her knees just opens her mouth wider and takes it, one hand sliding down to her pussy while the other continues to play with her breasts. Her eyes are pools of desire shining up at me.
My spine tingles, and my balls draw up as my orgasm finally explodes through me. I let out a low growl as I begin to come, my thrusts becoming jerky as I shoot down her throat.
Finally, I still, feeling loose and relaxed.
The blonde is still on her knees, licking my come from the corners of her mouth, a sly smile curling her lips as her hands glide down my thighs.
For a second, she’s there, watching me as if expecting something.
Maybe she’s waiting for me to tell her to stay.
To flirt back, then fuck her brains out.
But like I said before, I’m not interested.
"Is there anything else I can get you, sir?"
Her voice drips with a practiced seduction, the kind only those used to pretending they’re something more can pull off.
I lift my glass to my lips, taking a slow sip.
"No." My tone is flat, leaving no room for questions. "But you can get out of my sight and go do your job."
Her cheeks flush with a mix of confusion and disappointment. She hesitates before turning away, but before she’s out of earshot, I throw in a half-smile for the hell of it.
“Thanks, though.”
I fasten back my pants and finish my whiskey, the burn in my throat helping me focus again. I then look back down at the papers.
The jet hits the ground with a soft thud, and I feel the weight of everything settle over me again. I’m back.
The pilot’s voice crackles through the intercom, announcing our descent. I exhale slowly, rolling my shoulders, shaking off the impending stress.
“Finally,” I mutter.
I’ve been gone too long. Too many months were spent hiding, building, and preparing. The last time I was here, it was to plan. Now, it’s time to make my mark. My name will be on everything in this city, whether they like it or not.
***
I pull up to the estate, the heavy iron gates parting as I drive through. The place I acquired while I had saved enough back in Venice.
I step out and the cold air bites at my skin. The workers are already there, going about their business like they don’t even realize who I am. That needs to change. I don’t give a damn about the dust on the floors, or the cracks in the walls. Everything will be perfect.
I make my way inside and bark orders at the housekeeper as she stumbles to meet me.
“Mr. Zaytsev.....I’m sorry, Mr. Bellini, it’s good to have you here with us in the flesh.” She sounds genuine enough, but I can see the unease in her eyes.
She’s still thinking of the name change—of who I was before. I don’t give a shit about that anymore. The name Dario Bellini? It’s mine now.
“Thank you, Dannika. Trust you have everything in place like I asked?”
“Yes sir, the house has been well taken care of and updated to the decor you asked for and filled with the necessary staff that have been thoroughly examined.”
“Good.”
I let my fingers trail over the polished wood of the staircase. I didn’t really need a new identity, but it was necessary for the moves I had to make. How else would I have ensured my enemies never saw me coming?
It was never about becoming someone else—it was about becoming someone better.
Someone who hadn’t lived the life I had.
Someone who refused to repeat the pattern his fucked up ancestors set.
The new name, the new nationality—it was all part of the bigger plan.
The one I spent years building, slowly and painfully.
I came from nothing and everything I’ve built is from the ground up. This place? I look around the estate. This is mine now. They’ll remember Bellini.
The housekeeper looks at me like I’ve sprouted horns. But it doesn’t faze me. I don’t need her approval. Hell, I don’t need anyone’s approval.
I don’t waste time and I get straight to business—calling contractors, checking on the workers.
Making sure everything’s in place. Every inch of what I build here is a reflection of who I am now.
There’s no room for mistakes. My mole in the police department has done his job.
These documents should give me an edge. Once I get my hands on the right people, I’ll have this city by the throat.
I’ll use everything I have to burn anyone who dares stand in my way.
I’m not here just to rebuild my empire. I’m here to destroy the one who thought he could destroy me.