Chapter 18
SETH
The sound of the back door sliding open grabs my attention. Is Madison leaving the house again? It’s dark—I don’t think she should be going anywhere. The cliffs can be dangerous, and the beach has a nasty undertow.
I tell myself I don’t care, but I do. It’s because I feel responsible for her, nothing more. She was my sister-in-law. Kyle would want me to watch out for her.
I peer out my bedroom window and see Madison standing next to the hot tub. She wrestles with the cover, but manages to get it off.
She’s wearing the clothes she had on earlier, no bathing suit. I watch, puzzled. Maybe she just wanted to see if the hot tub was on, before getting changed.
She looks around, as if checking to see if she’s alone. I duck away from the window. I don’t want her to know I’m watching. I don’t want her to know I care. Because I’m not watching, and I don’t care.
With a little shrug, she starts pulling off her t-shirt.
Shit. I shouldn’t be witnessing this. And yet I can’t look away.
She shimmies out of her exercise pants next, shoving them down and stepping out of them. She kicks them to the side, next to her t-shirt. Next, her bra comes off, leaving her in her panties. She looks around again, then shoves those down as well.
Madison is fully naked on the back deck.
Fuck me, she’s gorgeous.
If Kyle wanted me to watch out for her, I sure as fuck don’t think he’d want me to “watch out for her” like this. But I can’t look away.
She picks up her phone, holds it out to take a selfie, and then sets the phone down again.
Aha. So Damiano is behind this. She’s texting him proof that she’s following his instructions.
Which means that more is going to happen. Much more. Damiano won’t be arranging a quiet, relaxing moment in the hot tub.
Madison steps into the tub. At first, she doesn’t do anything except lean her head back and close her eyes. The water is still, so I can see her body easily—nothing is obscured by bubbles. I imagine running my hands over those curves, feeling her skin smooth and silky in the water.
My phone buzzes with a text. Keeping my eyes on the scene below, I fish it out of my pocket.
Damiano sent me a text, with an image attached. The image is Madison’s selfie. Her shy smile is at odds with her bountiful tits and those proud, pointed nipples. Damiano’s message reads, Are you seeing what I’m seeing?
Does she know you’re sharing her nudes?
Of course. She consented. I’m not a monster.
Well, I didn’t fucking consent to receiving this image. But I don’t say so, because the truth is, I’m grateful. He could send me one of Madison’s nudes every minute, and it wouldn’t be enough.
When I don’t respond, he texts again. You’re watching, aren’t you? I told her you would be.
Fucking asshole. I type back, I’m watching.
Madison opens her eyes and reaches for her phone. She looks at the screen for a moment, then her gaze shoots straight to my window.
This time, I don’t back away.
Her lips purse in a pout, but she doesn’t try to hide herself from me. Damiano was right—she knew I would be here, watching.
She finally breaks eye contact and props her phone up against her clothes. I can’t see the screen, but I’m pretty sure she has Damiano on a video call. I crack open my bedroom window so I can hear what they’re saying.
“He’s watching you, isn’t he?” Damiano asks.
“Yes, Sir.” Madison sends another glance toward my window.
“Do you like an audience, my little exhibitionist?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I know it.” He chuckles. “How about you play with your breasts for us, bella? Show us what gives you the most pleasure.”
She hesitates for a moment, before seeming to decide that following his instructions is in her best interest. Then her hands come up to fondle her tits.
I can’t fucking breathe. My lungs don’t work because all my blood has gone straight to my cock.
Madison looks self-conscious at first, but Damiano murmurs something I can’t decipher and she closes her eyes. Pleasure overtakes her features as she circles and pinches her nipples. Her legs move subtly beneath the water, like she’s wishing for something to fill her.
I could fill her. I want nothing more than to go down there and give her what she desperately needs—a hard cock pumping in and out of that sweet cunt.
I press a hand against my dick, trying to relieve the ache. I should look away from her. She’s only temptation, no release.
“That’s it, bella,” Damiano says from her phone. “I see what you need. Fuck, I wish I was there with you. I bet you’d love my tongue in your pussy.”
“Yes, Sir, I would.” Madison sounds breathless. “So much.”
I can’t take it anymore. I shove down my sweatpants and take my cock in my hand. I curl my fingers around the base and squeeze. The thought of Madison’s cunt rippling around me makes my eyes close, but I snap them open immediately. I don’t want to miss a second of the scene below.
“Finger yourself, Miss M.” Damiano’s voice is raspy. He’s probably doing the same thing I’m doing right now.
She sends one hand beneath the water, between her legs. The moan she lets out goes straight to my balls. I wish I could see how she touches herself, the way she moves her fingers, and how fast. I got a good view at Low Vice on auction night, but I want more. Always more.
She’s turned me feral for her. Nothing will be enough.
I’m the worst brother, lusting after Kyle’s wife. But I can’t fucking stop.
Damiano speaks again. “I need to see better. Get out of the hot tub. Sit on the edge and spread your pussy lips. Show us both how you like to be touched.”
Madison opens her eyes and looks up at my window again. A flirty smile plays on that pouty mouth as she hoists herself out of the water and onto the edge of the tub.
Her hands both go down between her legs. She spreads herself open with one hand while fingering her cunt. I squeeze my dick and jack my hand up and down my length. Fuck, it won’t take much before I come.
I want to watch her come first, though. So I keep my hand still, but tight around my dick. Madison continues fingering herself, changing position slightly at Damiano’s request.
“When you come, bella, look at that window. Look at where Seth is watching you. I’d bet everything I own he’s jerking his own dick while he watches.”
Safe bet. How anyone could avoid touching themselves while watching little Madison Greene get herself off, is beyond me.
Madison’s hand moves faster between her legs. She’s rubbing her clit in earnest now. Her eyes are on my window. “Yes…yes…”
“That’s right,” Damiano says, his voice dark. “Make yourself come for us.”
How much of me can she see? I’m mostly in the dark, but she can probably see my silhouette. She can probably see the movement of my arm as I resume jacking myself off.
“Are you going to come, bella?” Damiano asks. “Because I’m about to. Come with me. Eyes on Seth while you do.”
She cries out with her orgasm. I stroke myself harder and faster, feel the explosion of pleasure from the base of my spine radiating outward. I catch my come with my other hand, groaning out loud.
Only when I’m done do I realize the window was open, and Madison heard me. Like I fucking care. Let her see, let her hear.
And let us never say a word about it. Ever.
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DAMIANO
I spend several minutes talking with Madison after she comes. My own release is splashed over my stomach, but I don’t move from the bed. “You were wonderful, bella,” I say. “So fucking beautiful. Are you warm now?”
She’s bundled up in a towel, walking through her bedroom. “Yeah. I got pretty cold out there by the end.”
“I’m sorry about that. You did great, though. Watching you come is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Her cheeks pinken with pleasure. “I certainly enjoyed it, too.”
My phone chimes with a text in Italian. Please, Damiano. I need you.
Sighing, I give Madison a reassuring smile. “I’m sorry, bella. I have to go. More of that emergency I need to handle. Can I call you in the morning before you leave Mirarosa?”
“Sure.” She gives me a tentative smile of her own. “And thank you for this trip. I know it didn’t work out like you planned, but I’m still having a good time.”
We say our goodbyes and I grab a tissue to wipe up as much as possible.
I put myself to rights, grabbing a clean t-shirt, before leaving my flat and taking the elevator down to the eleventh floor.
I knock on the door to Apartment 114. It opens immediately to reveal a tiny woman with dark hair and an anxious expression on her pretty face.
“Damiano, I’m so scared.” Alessia’s golden-brown eyes are wide with fright. “He’s texting me.”
“I showed you how to mute his messages, Alessia.”
“But he texts and I see them just the same.”
I’m exhausted. I’ve given her a place to stay. Food. Money. Advice. “If you cannot do the very simple thing of not looking at your phone, I do not know what to tell you.”
Her eyes fill with tears. “I’m sorry, I know I am doing wrong. I just don’t know what else to do. I’m trapped here with nowhere to go, no one to talk to except for you.”
“Reach out to your family. Your brother. Your father.”
“They take his side! They take his side every time.”
I shrug. I want to tell her that this is her own fault, but I cannot blame the victim. Not after what we have both been through. There is too much at play, and she isn’t entirely safe yet.
Tears flow down her cheeks. She sobs quietly, ineffectively dabbing at her face.
I’m not entirely unmoved, but Alessia’s tears are, and have always been, a manipulation tactic.
It took me too many years to figure this out, but now that I know, I have a hard time sympathizing with her when she cries.
“What do you want from me?” I finally ask.
She looks down, picking at the hem of her silky pajama top. “I—I need you to stay with me. I’m so lonely, so scared.”
“No. Absolutely not.”
“You have to.” She grabs my forearm. Her blunt fingernails dig lightly into my skin, the tiny bite of pain sobering.
Frowning at where she touches me, I say, “I have given you everything you need. I cannot stay.”
“Please, Damiano.” Her grip on my arm doesn’t falter. “I miss you. Don’t you miss me?”
I try to shake her off, but she stands up on her tiptoes and presses her lips to mine.
“No, Alessia.” Anger spreads through me, wicked and hot. I grab her shoulders, as gently as possible, and push her down and away. “This is not acceptable.”
“You cannot push me away like that.” Her voice rises and she gestures between us. “We belong together. You are my husband. I am your wife.”