Five

LORENZO

“Fuck me, you’re so good,” the woman whimpered as I finally released her and removed the used condom from my cock, tossing it in the trash where it belonged.

A chuckle left my lips and I stood from the bed. I knew I was so good, but to be told that did stroke a lot more than my ego.

She was nothing but some girl I’d picked up at a bar to vent out my frustrations on. Since Talia had riled me up so much, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I wanted her.

At least a fuck would let me taste her just once and I’d let her go. Talia was meant to be nothing more than a fucking escort to me, just another woman who was a pawn to use. Nothing more. But now, I had begun to crave her presence, to feel intrigued by her.

If only I fucked her before now, I wouldn’t be so drawn in, right?

I got dressed and tossed a couple of hundred dollar bills at the naked woman who lay in bliss. It hit her breasts, fanning over her torso.

Without a word I left, entering the Aston Martin I had driven to the bar and driving back to my mansion for some much needed sleep.

The headlights illuminated my path as the gates shut behind me, and I noticed Matteo speaking with Marissa at the front of the house.

My lips curled down with disapproval.

While I loved Matteo like a brother, the last thing I wanted was for him to be with my baby sister.

I exited the car and my arrival had caught their attention.

Maria’s eyes shone with love as she rushed to greet me.

“Ciao Lorenzo,” she effused with love. I accepted the hug and patted her on the head. She wore an elegant dress, and her hair curled in ringlets. “Where have you been? I thought you’d be back before dinner?”

“Yeah Don. Where’d you go?” Matteo’s teasing tone caught my attention as he moved to stand beside Marissa. I wordlessly gave him a warning glance as Marissa leaned slightly towards my best friend and his eyes flickered to Marissa and then to me, before surreptitiously shifting away from her and clearing his throat.

“None of your business Matteo,” I replied to him. Then to Marissa, my voice softened considerably, “I had business to take care of, and it was urgent. I do apologize, Marissa.”

Marissa sighed, tutting and shaking her head.

“Of course, you’re always busy. At least Matteo came to keep me company.”

My glare turned icy and Matteo looked away, chuckling nervously.

“I only came here to see you Lorenzo. But you weren’t home and it would have been wrong to leave Marissa alone, so…”

“I see.”

My voice was blasé on the surface yet entirely not happy.

One thing I didn’t want Marissa to get involved with was the world of the mafia, which I had been in since I was 13. She was a good girl and wanted to be a doctor, so I got her into the best university possible. Maybe one day she could make her choice once she was more independent, but I would be damned if I let her get too close to Matteo, who was not just a friend, but fully involved in our mafia’s activity.

“Enough about all that and come inside,” Marissa sighed, before yawning. “It’s time to have dinner. You are lucky I waited for you.”

Briefly I felt vestiges of guilt trail my words. She had waited for me.

“You should have eaten,” my voice went gruff. “Don’t you have a fucking 6am class?”

“Yes, Enzo. I do. Now if you’d come back early then I wouldn’t have to wait. At least for once can’t we have dinner together as a family?”

I sighed, unable to say anything to her frustrated expression. Damn it, I hated having to make her upset.

“It's fine. You’re right, Marissa: Let’s go inside,” I gently held her shoulder and nodded to a knowing Matteo. His hidden smirk at my softness towards my younger sister never failed to make me roll my eyes at him.

“Goodnight Don, Marissa,” Matteo began to head to his car.

“Goodnight Matteo,” Marissa’s voice was soft as she beamed at my friend. I groaned internally. One day, she would get over this crush she had on Matteo and finally find someone who I would approve of. Not my best friend. Not him or someone like me. I wasn’t going to allow it.

Good girls like Marissa didn’t need guys like me.

My mind turned to Talia unwittingly. Her behavior reminded me sometimes of a timid girl, not a woman who had been in the escort industry for at least half a decade. Almost too innocent for me to touch, like the dirtiness of escort work didn’t break her.

It was a conundrum. Did she deserve the life she had? Or was I just overthinking it? Why did her behavior intrigue me so much?

“What are you thinking about? You’ve been silent throughout dinner?” Marissa’s concerned tones reached my ears and pulled me out of my reverie. We had just finished dessert and I had drifted off again, distracted by my thoughts of that girl.

She was everywhere: in my head, in every girl I fucked. In everything I did, I was starting to think of her more and more. I didn’t like it.

I didn’t KNOW what to feel about it except a faint sense of embarrassment and a lot of frustration.

All I knew was that I had to have her. All of her.

I had to taste those lips to feel her body pressed against mine. To tie her up and fuck her until she became a pleading mess with my cum inside her, and all over her pretty body. To mark her until she knew who she belonged to: me, and no one else.

And I wouldn’t rest until she was mine, body and soul.

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