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“Lorenzo D’Angelo sends his regards.” I smirked as I let Shunk’s lifeless body fall to my feet, and walked out of the bar. I wasn’t covered in blood for once, choosing a clean method tonight. It was under Lorenzo’s orders, go in, quick and clean, get out, send a clear message. It wasn’t quite as satisfying as the brutal, bloody messes I usually made, but I had to stay in his good books after the number of lines that I had crossed recently.I got back into the car and silently drove on. I fucking hated this stupid babysitting shit that Lorenzo had me doing. He didn’t actually say that was what it was, but it clearly was. The only thing that was bringing me any joy was the knowledge that she hated it too, and anything that ruined her day made mine a little better.I had snapped Skunk’s neck. It was a new technique for me. I had only ever seen it done in films, thought it was a bit of a joke really. I’d had to use a lot of force to cause that fatal snap, and although it had released a lot of pent-up feelings, it was something that I’d probably avoid using in future if I could help it. When I’d first let Uncle Sal start training me, I learned that holding someone’s life in my bare hands was an incredible way to find a release, so fun or not, I was feeling a buzz.My little murder high didn’t last for very long though, as Mallory decided to speak to me, again.“Are you going to tell me what we’re doing then, arsehole?” she asked irritably.“Nope.” I popped the ‘p’ and kept facing forward, focusing on the road ahead, and hoping that my lack of interest would shut her up.“How am I supposed to get ready if I don’t even know what we’re doing? I’m calling Lorenzo.” She moved to reach over into the backseat of my car, and I swung the steering wheel, making her jolt back into her seat, then straightened back up and continued down the road as if nothing had happened.“What the fuck is your problem?” she shrieked.
I didn’t respond, so she attempted to go and find her phone, again.
I swerved, again.“Argh.” The sound of her frustration was music to my ears, and I couldn’t wait to hear the noise she made when she realised where we were headed.“You shouldn’t need to get ready, you should be able to think on your toes,” I said with a disapproving glance her way.She sat still in her seat, her gaze burning into the side of my head. My lips pulled into a cruel smirk. She was going to lose her shit any second now. I turned left, and she looked out of the window, another left and she snapped her head back to face me.“Why are we here?” she asked in a shockingly calm voice.I answered with a loud amused snort of air.“Adonis, why the fuck are we here.”Oh, there it was, the rage. Her voice was icy cold. Mallory had finally realised what was going on. What I had been asked to do.“There isn’t a job, is there?” she snarled.“There was a job.” I turned to her as I pulled up to the large gate and waited for it to open. “But you weren’t on it.” My mouth lifted to a sarcastic smile and then dropped into a cold, stiff line.The gate opened just as she let out a scream of anger. “So what, you’re just some fucking courier service now? Picking me up and dropping me off to him whenever he sees fit?”“It’s more like a babysitting service,” I said, meeting her gaze. “Except I’d prefer an actual baby over your bratty ass.”“You’re such an arsehole, Adonis. Fuck you,” she yelled in my face.“Don’t shout at me, cara. I’m not the one calling the shots here.” I raised my brows at her, and she sat back, letting me drive up the long, twisting driveway in peace.“Sorry, Don,” she whispered.“Don’t,” I warned. I hated that. I didn’t want her apology. And I didn’t want her calling me Don. Mom used to call me Don, and now, I could only tolerate hearing it come from a select few people’s mouths. Mallory was not one of those people. She never would be.“Do you really hate me so much that you can’t even let me apologise?” she asked, and I cut the engine. I had nothing to say. Yes, it was true that I couldn’t stand her, but what was the point in saying it out loud.“Fine, I take it back then.” She leaned closer to me, pushing her lips up close my ear, and whispered. “Fuck. You.”“In your dreams, cara.” I looked at her from the corner of my eye. She was so close that I could smell the lemon body wash that she had used at some point today, it was subtle now, mixed with sweat. My jaw tensed as I breathed her in, wondering how someone I found so repulsive smelled so damn tempting. I blinked away whatever the hell had just come over me and opened my door.
As I climbed out of the car I heard her exhale, a deep, ragged noise that sent a tingle through my entire body. I leaned back down to look inside my car with my brows pulled tightly together. She was sat with one hand on her chest, her fingers gently tapping, and the other slowly caressing her earlobe. What was that all about? She noticed me watching her and suddenly dropped both hands, straightening up and plastering a furious look on her face.“Fuck off, Adonis,” she snapped.“So aggressive, hurry up.” I slammed my car door, instantly wincing at the noise, this was a nice car, I shouldn’t let some pathetic cagna piss me off enough to potentially damage it.She grabbed her bag and followed me into the house. “Clive.” I nodded in greeting. The man was like a magician, always appearing out of nowhere and disappearing in the blink of an eye. During my first few days here I didn’t even know the guy’s name, Lorenzo hadn’t exactly given me some big house tour or introduced me to any of the staff, so I just worked shit out for myself, like I did with most things in my life. Listening to other people, watching them, working out what was what. It wasn’t hard, but not many people seemed to be capable of it.“Mr Corone, I have made up the guest room for you while the adjustments that you requested are being taken care of. It shouldn’t be for more than one night.”I nodded and thanked him.Lorenzo had selected a room for me, apparently Mom had set it up ‘perfectly’ in the hope that one day I’d come and visit. I hadn’t. The room was fine, not to my taste though. Her idea of perfect was far from mine. The furniture was all glass and metal, it was harsh and cold, I could see why she had presumed I’d like it; it fitted my personality well. But I’d requested it all be removed and replaced with solid oak pieces. Something myself and my stepdad had in common was our appreciation for beautifully handcrafted wood. My room had floor to ceiling windows like the master bedroom, and it was one of the only things I liked about the room as it was. I had laid in my bed the first night here and fantasised about fucking some girl against the glass, looking out onto the moonlit grounds. I’d have to make that fantasy a reality soon.The biggest change that I’d requested for my room had caused and argument between myself and Lorenzo. The room next to mine was a bathroom, I’d be the only one using it, but I didn’t like the fact that I had to leave my room to access it. I wanted a direct door fitted.Lorenzo had finally caved when I’d threatened to move back into my apartment. He had agreed to the changes so long as I sold the apartment. I said that I would do it, but it was a lie. I wouldn’t be giving up that place.“Good evening, Mallory.” I heard Clive say as I made my way to Lorenzo’s office. She greeted him in that overly polite way that she used for almost everyone except for me, putting on the nice girl act that irritated me so much.“The boss has requested you wait for him in the dining room while he finishes up,” he informed her.I glanced over my shoulder, and was far from disappointed when I caught the look on her face. Her tongue was pushed into her cheek, and a small v shape had formed between her eyebrows. I tossed her a smug look, accompanied with a small finger wave, and continued into Lorenzo’s office.“Oh dear, boss, you have royally pissed off your little puttana tonight.”His eyes shot up to mine, a murderous shadow crossing them. “Do you think it’s wise to continue calling her a whore?” he asked, his tone sharp.I clicked my tongue and flopped down into one of the chairs opposite him. I shrugged and smiled at him. “You’re not going to kill me for it, so…”“Don’t presume, Adonis. One day I might.” His eyes darkened further, but the slight lift to the corner of his lips confirmed that I’d gotten away with it this time. “I presume everything went smoothly this evening.”He adopted a comfortable position, one leg hooked over the opposite knee, and glanced at his phone as a message notification pinged. An evil smirk spread over his face and curiosity sparked inside me.“Smooth, clean, perfect. What’s got you pulling out the evil villain smile?”He laughed darkly. “I found someone I’ve been looking for all day.”“Should I head back out?” I asked, cracking my knuckles and praying that this person needed to be taught a lesson.“Not tonight, Son. Grey is dealing with this one.”I scowled at his use of the word ‘Son’, but brushed it off quickly. I was sure I’d get used to it eventually.“Do you need to discuss anything else with me? I’m late for a very important date,” he said as he stood and unbuttoned his shirt sleeves, folding them neatly to expose his tanned forearms.“No.” I got up and walked to the door. “Enjoy your date.” I let disgust lace my voice and my face twisted to match it.“I will, enjoy your right hand.” He gave me a knowing look.“Left, actually.” I corrected him.I wasn’t going to be doing that though. It had been far too long, and I needed the real thing. I had managed to accumulate a few phone numbers since arriving here in Westeroak. I hadn’t taken any of those girls up on their offers, I wasn’t the type to sleep with whoever, but needs must. The barmaid from Onyx, the shy one, Clara, she would probably be my best option. She might be fun. She had already managed to surprise me by even giving me her number, and I didn’t think she would be the type to show off about being with me. A lot of the girls I met seemed like they’d brag to anyone with ears about fucking a monster like me. I hated girls like that.I made my way to the kitchen and sent a message to the shy girl inviting her over. She replied a few minutes later telling me she would be finishing work at eleven, and could be here half an hour after. It gave me enough time to grab something to eat, shower, and catch up on my own business. I’d not checked in for a week now and I was annoyed with myself for pushing it to the back of my mind for so long. I may have new goals, but I couldn’t let my business fall apart over it. I could manage both.I started to hunt through a drawer, trying to find a takeout menu that looked appealing. Cooking wasn’t my thing. I could do it, but I didn’t enjoy it. Not when it was a meal for one, and I still wasn’t completely comfortable with the staff here doing shit for me.
Raised voices echoed from the room next door and I paused my hunt to listen to Mallory exploding at Lorenzo. She was furious with him for the stunt he had pulled tonight, and in all honesty, I was on her side. Not that I’d ever tell her that, but the way Lorenzo had planned to get her here was kinda messed up. If it had been anyone else, I might have attempted to talk him out of it. But pissing her off was such a treat.
I smiled to myself as she went on a long rant. Had she forgotten who she was talking to? I waited for his response once she had finally stopped yelling. But it never came. He hadn’t shouted back, there were no gunshots, no screams of pain from her, nothing. Was he tolerating her behaviour? I had the sudden urge to be a fly on the wall in that room. How the fuck was she getting away with that?I shook my head in disbelief and picked up the closest menu, realising that I probably didn’t want to know. I scanned it and called the number, ordering myself a large veggie pizza. Clive would get the door and bring it to me when it arrived, just like he had done the last time I’d decided that I didn’t want to cook or eat with Lorenzo.Once I was in the guest bedroom, I checked the closet, finding a selection of my clothes hung carefully on the rail. Good, I wouldn’t have to go to hunting for them. I kicked my shoes off and headed to the bathroom, feeling slightly annoyed that I’d had to argue for a door to be fitted in my room when the guest bedroom had an en suite. None of my own toiletries were in here, but a new toothbrush was sitting on the side and fresh towels were hanging on the heated rail.I tossed my clothes into a hamper across the room and switched on the shower. The water warmed to a comfortable heat within seconds, and I stepped under the stream, closing my eyes and taking a few slow breaths.I reached for the body wash bottle that sat half empty on a shelf and squeezed a generous amount into my hand. The scent hit my nose as I began to lather the soap over my skin.Lemons.I froze. She used this. This was… hers. And now I smelled like the girl I despised. That tempting fucking scent. I rinsed it off as thoroughly as I could, and hunted for something else, anything that didn’t smell like her, but I came up short. All that was in the bathroom was lemon body wash and a honey shampoo and conditioner set, all hers. I coated my skin in the honey shampoo, scrubbing my skin until red marks were showing on the skin between my tattoos, sure that wasn’t what it was for, but at least my brain didn’t associate that scent with her as deeply as the lemon.When I stepped out of the shower, I was tense, and filled with disgust and annoyance. In the bedroom, placed on a lap-tray on the edge of the bed, was a pizza box. It had come fast, but my appetite had completely vanished. I flipped the top of the box open and hoped that the warm gooey food inside would bring it back. It didn’t. I forced down a couple of slices as I sat in a loosely wrapped towel, the food now only serving the purpose of fuelling my body rather than being enjoyable. Fucking cagna had ruined my dinner without even being in the same room as me.I decided to ignore any thoughts that had anything to do with Mallory, and focused on the paperwork that Emilio had sent over from the store. I had bought the empty space when I had been searching for somewhere to live. The huge space below the simple apartment had looked like the perfect place to open my own tailors. Emilio had followed me across the sea when I told him my plan. We had worked together for four years back home in Italy, he was far more talented than I was, I had a great eye for style, but my business brain was what would make us an incredible team. It had only taken a couple of weeks for us to have the place ready to open. It helped that Lorenzo was supportive of this venture, and I had every single one of his contacts at my disposal. E D Tailors was doing well from what I could see, the launch had been successful, and the work had kept coming, I was proud of myself, of both of us.“Mr Corone, you have a visitor,” the head of staff announced from behind the bedroom door. I quickly checked myself in the tall mirror, I looked comfortable in black joggers and a fitted tee, but the look on my face, accompanied by the dark ink that covered the majority of my skin, was all danger. I wasn’t sure if my features were even able to soften anymore. Not that I cared, I preferred it this way.I opened the door to find him stood like a fancy statue with his arms behind his back and his spine tall and perfectly straight. I wondered if this guy ever relaxed.“Thanks.” I nodded sharply and he took it as the dismissal that I had intended it to be.At the bottom of the stairs, standing in the wide, white foyer, was Clara, looking all sorts of adorable in a pale pink sundress and matching ballet pumps. My brows raised as I took her in, questioning my choice, she was so far from my usual type. But she had agreed to come over with no hesitation, the bluntness of my message had made my intentions very clear, so maybe appearances didn’t mean anything. I didn’t need her to look any type of way for what I wanted to do anyway.“Follow me,” I said without properly greeting her, and headed into the main lounge. I grabbed two glasses and a decanter filled with Angels Nectar whiskey and placed them on the coffee table in the centre of the room. Clara had followed me in and was perched nervously on the edge of a large red sofa.“Drink?” I offered.She nodded and thanked me in a quiet voice as I handed her a glass. I threw myself down in the high-backed armchair and sipped my whiskey. Lorenzo’s whiskey. Sometimes, I could see what Mom has seen in him; the man had excellent taste. In most things.After a few minutes of silence I spoke. “How was erm, work?”Her lips curved into a small smile before she replied. “We don’t have to do that, you don’t care about my day, and I don’t care about yours,” she said softly. “I know why I’m here.”She placed her glass on the table and stared at me, her big blue eyes shining. “And you kinda suck at small talk.”She giggled nervously. I was rendered speechless for a moment, and then I sighed in relief. Thankful that I didn’t have to pretend that the night would be something it wasn’t to spare her feelings. This girl was bold in her words and cute in her delivery. She was the kind of girl you’d want to take home to meet your parents, she’d probably go through old photo albums with your mom, and then get on her knees and blow you in your childhood bedroom. Shame that wasn’t what I was looking for, but she would make some guy seriously fucking happy someday.“Do you know what I do to girls who insult me?” I asked darkly, it was a test, to see how she would respond. Her answer would tell me how far I could push her. How fun the rest of my night would be.“Punish them?” she answered and pulled her plump lower lip between her teeth. She opened her legs slowly, revealing white lace panties beneath her pretty dress. I leaned on one elbow as I held my gaze on the fabric, not bothering to look back up at her face.“Yes,” I confirmed, pleased by her response. She seemed to be willing to do what I wanted, but I’d give her a choice. “You have five seconds to decide if you’re going to stay and be punished, or leave and forget that I ever invited you here.”I kept my eyes on her panties and began to count down.“Four.” She stood up.“Three.” She lifted the skirt of her dress a little.“Two.” She slipped her panties down her tanned legs.“One.” She stepped out of them and sat back down.“Stand,” I commanded, pointing to the floor before me as a smirk crept along my lips. She did as she was told and I shot a look up to her face, noticing that her lip was trembling slightly.Was she scared?I had given her the opportunity to leave though, this was the choice she had made.“Turn, bend over, and place your hands on the table,” I instructed.Once she was in position I stood. Her dress hung just low enough to cover her bare ass. I trailed my fingers up from the back of her knee, lifting the pale pink fabric of her dress to expose soft skin. Without warning I struck her ass, forcing a yelp of pain from her lips. Her skin instantly reddened, and I removed my hand to repeat the motion again, ensuring to hit the same spot. The same noise left her, but the third time my palm made contact with her stinging skin the sound turned into a long moan. Good, I needed her to enjoy it a little.I stripped off fully before sitting back down in the armchair, the same armchair that I had found Mallory’s shoes beside the other morning. I wonder if the puttana had been doing something similar to this when she was in here with my stepfather. Anger rose inside me at the thought, but I didn’t want to think into the reason for my reaction.“On your fucking knees,” I snapped at the girl whose ass was still glowing in front of me.
I had the perfect view of her already soaked pussy, but I didn’t want it. Not yet. Instead I gripped my cock, and once she was kneeling before me, I gave her a pointed look. She obediently wrapped her lips around the tip of my hard cock and teased it. I was in no mood for teasing though. Instead of letting her ‘show off’ I twisted her hair around my hand until my fist was tight against the back of her head. I closed my eyes and pushed into her mouth, hard and fast, giving her very little time to adjust to the brutal movement of my hips and hands. She choked around my shaft and saliva dripped down to my balls. It didn’t take long for her to start to moan around me, this sweet girl was enjoying the way I fucked her pretty mouth. The sound of moaning filled the room and I groaned, feeling my release coming closer and closer, until something quickly dragged it away.I could hear someone else moaning. My eyes snapped open, and I looked around, ignoring the woman bobbing up and down on my cock and noticed the two bodies just outside the lounge doors. I had stupidly left them open, and now had a clear view of Mallory sitting on the console table in the foyer, moaning in delight while Lorenzo’s face was between her legs. Her eyes opened and met mine, and she moaned louder. I wrenched Clara’s head back and let go of her hair.Mallory was deliberately trying to piss me off.I looked down at the girl on her knees and took in the confusion on her face. Fuck it. I wouldn’t let Mallory bother me again.“Get on.” I patted my lap. “And show me how well a good girl can ride.”Clara straddled me in the chair and lowered herself onto me. Her mouth found my ear and she let out a breathy moan as I filled her, but I was distracted. Out in the foyer I could see that Mallory was trying to leave.“Surely that has convinced you to stay?” I heard Lorenzo say.I couldn’t hear her response due to the moans coming from the girl riding me that were getting theatrically loud, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from rolling in frustration. I looked at Clara, with her head thrown back, and realised that this was doing absolutely nothing for me.
A squeal drew my attention back to Mallory and I caught a glimpse of her ass in the air and legs kicking as Lorenzo carried her away over his shoulder. My jaw tensed. A soft hand caressed it and as I growled deep in my throat, I realised that all of the moaning had stopped, and the girl on my lap was sitting still.“What do you need?” she asked between heavy breaths.At least someone had been having a good time.“This.” I gave in to my anger and frustration now and tugged her dress off, ripped her bra from the centre, and dug my fingers into her full breasts, groping the sun-kissed skin and tugging on her nipples. The noise that left her lips was honest, pure delight, and she finally had me where I needed to be.I threw her from my lap and rose to my feet. Her eyes widened as I wrapped my hand tight around her throat and directed her towards a wall. Then she cried out, a pain filled noise, when I hoisted her leg up and slammed my cock deep into her. My hand dropped from her throat to lift her other leg, my fingers digging into her plump flesh, and she moulded herself to me, wrapping her legs around me and allowing me the perfect angle to make her scream. I clawed at the skin on her thighs as I drew closer to my release, marking her body and feeling every fragment of stress inside me push to the edge. I claimed her pussy, fucking her like I doubted any man ever had before.
I didn’t care who she was, what she liked, anything. I didn’t want to know anything about this girl. I just wanted to destroy her. She clung to me and shattered around me repeatedly, barely recovering between each orgasm. I felt my cock swell, and I dropped her legs to pull out of her. She wobbled and sank to the floor, her back against the wall, and looked up at me with a plea in her eyes. I pumped my dick, and she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. I squeezed my eyes closed and let myself spill over her.Eventually looking down, I saw the mess that I’d made on her face. My cum was coating her lips and dripping from her chin down to her chest. She smiled up at me and licked her lips. I smirked, satisfied as I felt how much I’d needed that release. I crouched down in front of her and smeared my cum over her nipple, painting her body, and heard five words echo in my mind.“Your work is messy, Adonis.” Oh cara mio, you have no idea.