Chapter Ten
Leonardo
I exhale deeply, feeling the release as I empty myself into the condom. Susan, the blonde on my bed, makes a sound between a whine and a moan as she reaches her climax. She collapses onto the sheets as I swing my legs out from under the covers, planting them onto the chilly tiled floor. Standing, I make my way to the bathroom to discard the used condom. Upon returning to the playroom, the blonde I just fucked is still on the bed, spread in a relaxed position.
Her gaze meets mine, and a slow, seductive smile curls across her lips. “Come back to bed, baby,” she purrs, her eyes smoky with desire.
I grab my pants from where they’re discarded on the floor. “It’s time for you to leave,” I say coldly, pulling my pants to my waist.
She looks surprised, like she thought I would let her stay here. “B-but it’s late. I can’t go home now…”
“A driver will take you home,” I retort, my tone sharp but not without consideration. It's late, and I'm not heartless enough to let her leave alone when I have drivers at my disposal.
This isn't the first time Susan and I have been together, and she knows the rules—no one stays overnight at my place. Ever. The fact that she just tried to initiate that means that this will be my last time having sex with her.
Without further protest, she begins to hastily dress, collecting her scattered clothes from the floor.
Running a hand through my hair, I step outside onto the terrace adjoining my room. The breathtaking scene unfolds before me: the moon shines brightly in the night sky, casting its ethereal glow over the expansive compound below. I inhale deeply before stepping towards the railing. As I grip the iron railing, my attention is immediately drawn to the garden beneath my bedroom.
But it’s not just the garden, it’s the person in it.
There, amidst the neatly manicured greenery, is Lorena. The corner of the garden where she stands is a bit dark, but I can recognize those blonde, long and curly strands anywhere. My eyes trail slowly over her figure which is illuminated by the soft moonlight. Her silk nightgown stops mid-thigh, exposing the creamy, smooth skin of her legs. The material drapes over her curves—her perky breasts, slim waist and round ass.
A gentle breeze rustles through her hair, causing a frown to appear on her face. A few stray hairs fall onto her face, and in a fit of frustration, she harshly pushes the strands away from her face.
She has her back to me now as she paces back and forth, frantically speaking to someone over the phone, and as she turns again to face my direction, I see the worry and distress etched onto her features.
For a brief moment, I wonder who she’s talking to.
The result of the background check from Vito I asked to be run on her came back okay. She comes from a small, nice family in Florida, moved to Sicily five years ago to attend the Academy of Culinary Arts, a culinary school here in Palermo, Sicily and has lived here ever since, right up till the moment she got this job.
Everything about her seems normal and innocent. She appears to have a pleasant family background, and everything seems to be in order.
Yet, I can’t help the unsettling feeling that lingers within me. As I watch her, a sense of unease grips my heart, whispering that there's more to her than meets the eye.
Why is she out here, away from prying eyes, making a frantic call in the hidden depths of the garden? Is she hiding anything, or rather, is she hiding from anyone? I can't help but wonder what secrets lie beneath the surface. Is there a past she wishes to be kept hidden?
The uncertainty gnaws at me, igniting a fire of suspicion that grows by the minute. Yet, despite my doubts, I find myself unable to tear my gaze away from her. It’s like a strange allure, a magnetic pull that keeps my attention solely on her, that keeps her in my mind all day long.
The moonlight dances upon her face, accentuating the lines of concern etched upon her brow. Curiosity mixed with desire surges within me, and I feel an intense desire to rush down and…
And do what exactly?
“Fucking hell,” I curse low in my throat, running a hand through my hair again.
I am hard and aroused, just by staring at her, after having sex with someone else just minutes ago.
She turns at that exact moment as if she heard me, and her eyes meet mine.
We stare at each other. It is intense, almost primal, and there are no words for it. I have never been so… so affected by anyone before. I haven’t thought about a woman the way I think about Lorena. And it’s almost amusing because I haven’t even touched her yet. But now, my blood thrums, my heart beats, and my skin seems charged with electricity as my eyes remain fixed on her. I am completely focused on her.
From my height above, I see her lips part slightly, and my gaze can’t help but drift to look at it. They look soft, full and plump. Her pink tongue darts out to moisten them, and a thrill races across me, heating my groin.
I don’t even kiss. What the hell is wrong with me? What is she doing to me?
I want to take her to my bedroom and fuck her senseless on my bed.
But I can’t. I won’t.
She blinks, and the moment is immediately gone.
Dragging her eyes away from me, she walks towards the house, until I can no longer see her from beneath me.
I am incredibly hard as I walk back into my room. I need to release my pent-up arousal, and I almost regret sending Susan away.
I never regret sending women away from my house.
I groan again before collapsing onto my bed. Folding my hands behind my head, I stare up into the ceiling, willing the sleep to come. Of course, it doesn’t. I’m too turned on to sleep. Normally, I would go to my office to distract myself or go grab a bottle of whiskey.
Today, I don’t. I fear that if I step outside my room, my legs might take me over to Lorena’s bedroom, and I’ll do something I will definitely regret.
After hours of staring mindlessly at the ceiling, my eyes finally begin to drift shut. Sleep consumes me, and I sink into a comfortable void.
I lose track of time until moments later when I hear the door of my bedroom creak open. My eyes flutter open. The room is dark, but I catch a blurry silhouette sashay towards me. Long hair framing her soft curves, the same silk nightgown that barely covers her legs, bare feet. The sleep fades from my eyes as she steps into view, bending over the bed and brushing her hand lightly along my hair.
I shiver involuntarily as a deep groan slips out of my mouth.
“Lorena. What are you doing here?” I drawl, unable to keep the strain out of my voice.
She bends downward, her face hovering directly over mine. “You wanted me,” she whispers, her words sending a jolt of electricity through me.
Her long hair falls around our faces, brushing my skin like delicate fingers. My body hums with desire. Her familiar vanilla scent fills my senses. Inhaling deeply, my arms reach up and curl around her waist.
“Come here,” I murmur.
She obliges without hesitation, throwing her legs across my waist and sinking down slowly onto my lap. A soft breath escapes her lips as she settles on top of my hard dick. My hands immediately find her waist as she runs her hand over my chest, caressing my bare skin.
I shiver again when she leans in and presses an open-mouthed kiss on my neck. She bites softly, before soothing the spot with a gentle tongue lick. My head tilts back, offering her more access as she nibbles at my jaw.
My hands slide down to her ass, and I grab the soft flesh. I hiss as she begins to grind against my erection.
“Lorena… you're killing me,” I hiss painfully through clenched teeth, digging my fingers into her skin. She continues to grind herself against my hardness, licking and biting my neck simultaneously. I grip the straps of her nightgown and pull it down her hands and stomach. Pleasure rolls through me as I grab her soft breasts in my hand.
“Leo,” she moans softly, burying her hand in my hair as she bites my neck.
Impatient, my hands trail down to her thighs, and I pull the ends of her nightgown up to her stomach, revealing her bare center.
My hardness strains against the confines of my pants as I drag a finger over her wet pussy. I feel her clench in response, a shaky breath leaving her mouth.
“You’re so wet,” I whisper hoarsely, running my finger through her folds. She whimpers, gripping my shoulders tightly with both hands.
With no warning, I flip her over gently and spread her legs. She stares up at me, her green eyes wide in desire as I pull my pants off and toss them across the room. I kneel between her parted thighs and bury two fingers into her slick center. She gasps and arches into my touch, her legs clenching around my hips. She writhes beneath me, and the sight of her completely exposed drives me wild.
Since I can’t wait any longer, I lean down and sink my dick into her tight pussy. She moans loudly, digging her fingers into my flesh as I begin to thrust inside her. Her hot center pulsates around me as I move in and out of her.
“Oh my God, Leo, you feel so good,” Lorena gasps breathlessly, gripping my shoulder and arching into my thrusts.
The sound of her moans only heightens my pleasure. The feel of her slick walls tightening around my length drives me mad. I slam deeper into her as she rolls her hips, meeting my thrusts eagerly.
Grabbing her legs, I flip her onto her stomach before entering her from behind. She moans loudly, arching her back against me. My hands run over her ass and squeeze, lifting her further away from the mattress as my cock continues to pound into her.
Her loud moans become muffled by the pillows as her body spasms, her pussy clenching around my thick length in her orgasm. My own orgasm crashes over me and I explode inside of her, filling her up. We shudder together, both breathing heavily as we ride out our orgasms together.
Finally, I collapse onto the bed on my back, my breath still heavy. She lies beside me still on her front, staring at me, her face flushed and her hair a tangled mess around her face.
Just as I reach out to touch her face, my alarm starts blaring loudly. Startled by the sound, I bolt upright and look around me, before reaching for the light switch on my nightstand. My head spins as the lights flood the room. I let out a low groan as the sudden brightness makes me dizzy.
And I realize that Lorena was never here at all, and everything was just a dream.