Chapter Seventeen

I cocked an eyebrow. Anna leaned in the doorway in what looked like an oversized dress shirt and a wide leather belt accentuating her narrow waist. She wasn’t wearing shoes or tights, and the top buttons were open.

She held a shoebox in her hand. “I need batteries.”

I got up from the kitchen table where I had been typing and deleting my letter of resignation to Dante for the last hour. It wasn’t the first time I did it either. I’d lost count of the number of resignation letters I’d written and deleted by now. Ever since the night Anna had snuck off with Maurice two weeks ago, I’d been considering quitting the job. I knew what I should be doing, but I couldn’t bring myself to hit send. For weeks I had been fighting with myself. I couldn’t stop thinking about Anna, about her body, about her coy smile. About how I’d let Maurice have her. I’d smelled his aftershave on her another time after she’d come out of fashion school. He’d probably snuck in and met her for a quickie in a bathroom stall. Anna hadn’t denied anything, and I had tried to bottle up my unreasonable jealousy and fury.

“Santino?” Anna strolled over to me and of course, I tensed. I closed the laptop. If she found out I wanted to quit she’d find a way to make me stay and I had a feeling I’d gladly allow her to do so.

“Don’t be scared. I’ll be nice,” she said with the teasing smile that drove me up the wall.

“You’re intolerable.”

“Most people find me charming.”

“That’s because you are charming to them and keep your intolerable self for me.”

“That’s because you are one of the few people I can be myself around. You already don’t like me very much. It’s not like I could impress you.”

If only she knew…

“What do you need the batteries for?” I asked as I got up and opened one of the kitchen drawers where I picked up a selection of batteries.

Anna opened her shoebox. My eyebrows shot up and my dick gave a little twitch. Inside the box lay three little sex toys. One looked like a red computer mouse with a suction cup.

“Trust me, a mouth can do it much better,” I said.

She picked up the red toy. “I know, but if I don’t have a mouth on hand, I can use this one to have some fun.”

“I suppose even with Maurice’s mouth around, you still need that thing to have fun.”

She ignored my snide comment and turned the thing on and motioned at the small suction part. “There are different intensity levels. And I can take it into the bathtub with me. That’s not something a man can do no matter how talented his mouth is unless he can breathe underwater.”

I was fairly sure I’d drown happily if it happened while I sucked at Anna’s sweet little clit.

She had two more toys in her shoebox. A white, smooth slightly curved dildo and a dildo that also had a suction mechanism.

“They are all very good.”

“I suppose it’s a good thing you don’t have to worry about Cliffy being pissed if he can’t poke your hymen with his dick considering Maurice and your dildos got there first.”

She simply smiled, not at all fazed by my words. Just thinking that Maurice might have been the guy who’d popped her cherry two weeks ago drove me up the wall. I really wanted to find the guy on principle and kill him.

Anna motioned at the red toy. A light was blinking red and then the suction stopped. “I need batteries for this one.”

“Why don’t you give Maurice a call and ask him to take the place of the toy?”

“Because you’d only kill him if he showed up.”

I gave her a sharp grin. “You never know.”

Anna shrugged. “I won’t risk it. But if you’re so concerned about the performance of my toy, why don’t you take its place instead and show me how talented you are?”

She didn’t wait for my reply, only grabbed a couple of batteries and her shoebox before she headed back into her room.

I leaned back against the chair and stared up at the ceiling, debating if I should just follow Anna and give her the pussy-licking of her life. She’d never praise that fucking toy, or Maurice, again. I sucked in a deep breath, remembering Dad’s concerned email from yesterday and Dante’s and Valentina’s warning words. I grabbed my laptop and went into my room, lest Anna came out naked.

I was about to write my father when the hum from Anna’s room made me put down the laptop with a groan. Her bed was right against the wall my bed was pressed up against. The humming got louder and soon Anna’s soft moaning mingled with the traitorous sounds of her little suction device. I wondered which of her pleasure devices were at work. The small pink suction device didn’t create such a hum, so she definitely had a dildo in hand as well. The image of Anna pushing a dildo into her pussy immediately sent blood into my cock.

This was the purest torture. I wasn’t even sure why I was still holding back. Things between Anna and me had already crossed into unprofessionalism a long time ago. I might as well bang that sweet pussy and stop that snarky mouth from spouting more provocation.

Anna wanted me. She wanted a few meaningless fucks without the risk of attachment. I was the man for that. Or I used to be. With Anna things were more complicated, but why should I deny myself sex with the woman I desired only because a few complicated feelings were thrown into the mix? Most of them were annoyance anyway.

As if Anna could sense my resolve slipping, she kept pushing all my buttons. She was going in for the kill and I was ready to fall victim to her.

Fuck, we were thousands of miles away from home, away from my Capo. I’d banged married women with their husbands sleeping in the next room and thrived on the thrill, but with Anna it was different. Mainly because of Dante.

It was late, already after dinner when Anna stepped out of the bathroom in a man’s shirt. I couldn’t tell if she wore anything beneath it and the thought was enough to drive me insane. I wasn’t sure if it was a shirt she’d bought in the man’s department of a secondhand shop or if Maurice had given it to her during another meeting in Anna’s fashion school. I hadn’t smelled him on her again, and I tried to tell myself that she wasn’t seeing him anymore. I tried to keep an eye on her as much as possible, but it wasn’t always possible during her fashion studies and Anna used every chance she got to shake me off. “Is that Maurice’s?”

I was a sucker for punishment. I didn’t even want to know the answer.

Anna glanced down at herself and gave a shrug. “What if I say yes?”

“You should be careful. Maurice knows who you are. He could ruin your reputation.”

“I doubt it’s my reputation you’re worried about, Sonny. Can you just stop the fucking charade and admit that you want to fuck me and that you regret that Maurice had me first?”

She knew exactly when to use the hated nickname to rile me up.

“I’m sorry if you regret your past choices but I won’t sit back and wait for you while you are busy banging our married neighbors.”

I wished I had actually banged one of our neighbors, but Anna held me in her teasing iron grip.

She gave me a pitying smile. “I bet you wish you could turn back time now. But it’s not too late yet, Sonny. You can have me now. I’m free tonight. Maurice has other plans. We’re not exclusive, you know?”

She bent over to pick up a hairpin she’d “accidentally” dropped, causing the dress shirt to ride up, revealing her perky ass cheeks and a tiny red thong.

And fuck, I could see a darker spot. She was aroused. Pissing me off got her wet. My nostrils flared with rage and desire.

Something snapped in me. I’d controlled myself for far too long, had let Maurice get a taste of something I’d been craving for many months. I was done holding back, done playing noble when I was anything but. I stalked toward her, grabbed her arm and pushed her against the kitchen table.

Her eyes flashed up to mine, and a knowing gleam filled them.

She’d be my downfall. One day, I’d die because of Anna Cavallaro.

She opened her mouth, but I was sick of her provocation. I grabbed her narrow waist and hoisted her up on the table. I fell to my knees, ripped apart her tiny thong, and dove between her legs. I licked her from her firm ass crack up to her swollen clit, tasting her sweet arousal. She cried out as if she was already close to coming, but she’d suffer first.

I shoved my tongue into her tight pussy and began fucking her with it, getting off on the tight hold of her muscles. She tasted like pure sin. I sucked one smooth labia into my mouth, enjoying Anna’s twitch and gaspy moan. Her fingers clutched the edge of the table and her eyes were wide with surprise.

I smirked against her dripping flesh. She pushed her fingers into my hair and tugged sharply as I admired her wet flesh. Her bundle of nerves was pulsing with blood, desperate for some love. I drew in a deep breath of her heady scent, memorizing it. My cock was rock hard in my boxers, ready to explode from our banter.

Her hand in my hair tightened and she pushed me back against her pussy. I took her up on the invitation but gripped her hand and tore it away from my head. She wasn’t in control this time.

I plunged my tongue even deeper into her pussy. She cried out again, her legs parting wider and her toes curling. I fucked her with my tongue as my hands held on to her ass cheeks, messaging them. Her ass taunted me as she lay spread widely before me. As I buried my tongue deep inside of her once more, I pushed the tip of my thumb into her tight ass. It was a primal part of me that wanted to claim a part of Anna first, and even if Maurice had taken everything else, he didn’t strike me as the type who knew what to do with a woman’s ass.

“Santino,” she cried out. Her ass muscles fought the intrusion but her pussy begged for more.

I rubbed my tongue along her seam over and over again, while my thumb kept circling her other hole. Anna’s face was flushed red and her usually immaculate hair was all over the place. I never wanted to stop devouring her. She’d probably have rug burn from my stubble tomorrow, and I knew I’d love the sight of it. I pressed even closer, pressing the flat of my tongue against her opening before I flicked the tip up. Her legs fell open completely as she let loose, and handed me control for the first time.

“Good girl,” I murmured against her pussy, smirking at her sound of protest, but my tongue circled her clit, silencing her.

And then I closed my lips around her swollen nub and sucked. Anna went off like a firecracker. She almost leaped off the desk. Her pussy pulsated against my mouth as she came hard. She rocked and moaned loud enough that the neighbors from across the street could probably hear her too. I licked up her release eagerly, almost delirious about her body’s reaction. Fuck, she was explosive.

I watched her and slowly drew my thumb out of that tight ass, eager to replace it with my cock.

She gave me a triumphant smile as if she’d gotten exactly what she wanted. This woman was trouble, pure trouble.

I shoved to my feet, leaning over her. “You showed me your perky ass for weeks now, why don’t you bend over and let me claim your tight ass with my cock.”

Her eyebrows climbed her forehead. I couldn’t read the emotion in her eyes. I definitely caught her off guard. What? Did she think I wouldn’t talk dirty to the princess? We’d crossed that line the first time she walked around in front of me half naked.

Fuck, I wanted to kiss her. But I knew all bets would be off if I kissed those smirking lips right now. Anna already had me wrapped around her fingers, and I hoped she’d never find out.

“You’ll have to settle for my mouth,” she said with a teasing smile.

Anger surged through me. Of course, she still wanted to stipulate the conditions of our fucking sessions. Always in control. Always teasing me.

“Then I’m going to fuck it as I would have your ass,” I growled.

“It’s all yours.” One corner of her lips darted up. She was sweaty and a flush still spread between her breasts. Her inner thighs were red from my stubble and her pussy was glistening invitingly.

Sooner or later, I’d lose my mind.

Anna hopped off the table with a smirk. Hints of her lust remained on the wooden surface. I raised my eyebrows at her. “How much longer do you intend to make me wait for your mouth?”

“You’ve waited for so long for this moment, Santino. Don’t pretend otherwise. And now that you tasted me, you’ll yearn for me even more.”

She was right. I’d go berserk if she went near another guy again because I wanted all of her for myself. Just the knowledge that someone like Cliffy and this goddamn Maurice fucker had any part of her before me was enough to drive me to the brink. I wanted to fuck them all out of her system thrust by thrust.

Anna stepped close to me, peering up at me with a coy smile. “You want me on my knees?”

“I want you on your back.”

Confusion flickered in her eyes. I gripped her by the waist and carried her over to the sofa where I dropped her so she was stretched out tantalizingly and her head lay on the armrest.

I glowered down at her and unzipped my jeans. I had trouble freeing my cock because it was so goddamn hard. I gripped the backrest over Anna’s head and leaned over her, my cock dangling over her face.

Surprise flashed in her eyes when she realized what I wanted. “Not ready for having your mouth fucked?”

Her expression became taunting. “I’m not the proper virgin, remember? You aren’t the first to claim my mouth.”

She moved her head farther back, stretching her narrow throat and peering up at me daringly through her long lashes. “If this is what you want, it’s yours.”

I wanted so much more, but I’d take this before I got nothing. I bent my knees slightly as I guided my cock to Anna’s still smirking mouth. My tip brushed her lips, coating them with my lust for her before I parted them. My grip on the armrest tightened when my cock slid deeper into her mouth. She stared at me, but I couldn’t read her for once.

“Ready?”

She smiled around my cock.

I began to slide in and out of her mouth, leaning even more over her. Soon my thrusts sped up, taking more of her mouth. She breathed heavily through her nose, swallowing sickly around my girth.

Her fingers dug into the sofa, trying to steady herself as she took me into her mouth.

“I bet Maurice never did this. Too proper to fuck properly, right?” I snarled. Anna pulled back, spittle running down her chin.

“Shut up, Sonny, and keep fucking my mouth.”

“You ready to take me down your throat?”

“More than ready,” she growled, her eyes full of challenge and anger.

Santino and I had been pushing each other more and more in recent days. Ever since I’d returned home from my night with Maurice. Maybe Santino had tried to downplay his anger and jealousy over finding out about Maurice and me, but it had been written all over his face. It had given me a kick, especially because so far it had always been me being jealous, of Mrs. Alfera, Mrs. Clark, and the French-Wench. It felt good to have reversed our positions for once.

I’d finally driven him over the edge. With a lie, or with an omission by which I’d confirmed his assumptions.

My clit still throbbed with the remnants of my orgasm. Everything felt swollen and damp. I’d never thought I could feel this vehemence during an orgasm. I still could hardly believe Santino had gone down on me. Though calling in that didn’t do it justice in the slightest. Santino had devoured me, made me feel dirty and worshipped. I’d barely stopped myself from crying out to the heavens like Mrs. Clark had done a long time ago.

Santino’s expression was harsh as he slid his cock into my mouth. I only saw the hard line of his mouth because he was bent over me to take my mouth. It was strange having my head tilted back so Santino could fuck my mouth.

It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy it, or wouldn’t have enjoyed it under other circumstances but the tension between us right now was toxic so this felt like he was punishing me. Maybe my own game was slowly catching up to me, and I hated it.

Santino tilted his head so he could meet my eyes and I quickly smirked around his length. He returned the smirk and sped up even more. He reached out, his fingers brushing my clit, which sprang to life at once. Santino’s finger teased my folds then he pushed one finger into me and began to finger me hard and fast, the heel of his hand pressing against my clit.

I parted my legs wide and closed my eyes, handing myself over to my body completely, allowing pleasure to guide me and not allow my confusing feelings for Santino to get in the way.

I had trouble breathing around his length and my throat began to feel sore from his thrusts. On occasion, I gagged but I grabbed his thighs to steady myself. I wouldn’t admit to Santino that this was too much for me. I wouldn’t back down. The slaps of Santino’s heel against my pussy mingled with my heavy breathing and slurpy chokes. He added a second finger, making me wince briefly. Luckily Santino didn’t notice and soon pleasure banished the twinge.

My muscles constricted tightly around Santino’s fingers and my mouth widened for a lustful cry which was stifled by Santino’s cock as he plunged into me even deeper only to let out a guttural moan. Something hit the back of my throat and my tongue as Santino slid back and forth in jerky movements. I swallowed quickly when it became too much.

Santino slowed then stilled and pulled his cock out of me. I gave him a tight smile, my mouth full with the last spurt of his cum. A slight soreness pounded between my legs when Santino removed his fingers. I stood and spit his cum in his Pernod glass on the living room table before I sauntered into the bathroom and threw the door shut behind me.

Tears stung in my eyes, which was absolutely stupid, because I’d finally gotten what I wanted. I stared at myself in the mirror. My lips were red and puffy, some of my mascara smeared, and my hair was a complete mess. A wild thudding spread between my legs. I was still sensitive and my nipples were still erect, my body still in orgasm mode.

I leaned against the door, my body yearning for something Santino probably would never give me, for something I should want from Clifford. I wanted him to wrap me in his arms, to hold me while I slept. I wanted things that could only be temporarily mine. Maybe it was better if I never experienced them in the first place. What Santino and I had was safe, and whatever we’d still have in the future would be pleasurable. Emotions would only get in the way, and would complicate things.

I straightened with a resolute sigh. I grabbed a washcloth to clean myself and froze when it came away light pink.

I cringed then closed my eyes, pressing my lips together to stop a furious cry from slipping out. I could only hope Santino wouldn’t notice. I didn’t want to have him ridicule me for being a fumbling virgin.

I’d done my best to convince him otherwise. If it had been up to Maurice, I wouldn’t even be one anymore. We’d kissed a lot that night, had touched each other through our clothes, but I couldn’t bring myself to do more. He’d wanted me but I hadn’t been able to put Santino out of my mind. No matter how often I tried to convince myself otherwise, Santino was the man I wanted right now.