Chapter Thirteen

Ludovico stared at the paintings on the wall. The sound of the shower running filled the silence. He'd painted those pieces a long time ago, before he'd gotten rid of his father. Back when he'd wanted to be an artist. He scoffed. Dreams. He traced the blue lines with his gaze. Few people noticed it there beneath the other colors, permanent, never easing, always hiding. Yet, Gigi had seen it. He clenched his jaw. She was nothing more than a tool. A toy. Right? He ran his fingers through his hair. So why had he told her about his father? He'd never confessed that to any of the women he'd dated. None. Then again, none of them had inquired about the pieces. He laughed to himself. He even remembered that one time when one of them had declared they were the ugliest thing she'd seen. The sound of the phone's ringtone brought him out of his thoughts. He scowled. It was Gigi's phone and he recognized the number on the screen. He picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Ms. Evans?"

"Is not available at the moment. Who is this?"

"This is Police Officer Harris. And you are?"

"Her boyfriend."

The words came out of him before he could think them through. He grimaced. Ludovico, what are you doing?

"Boyfriend? We have no record of her having a relationship."

"We? Are you spying on her, Officer Harris?"

"Not at all, Mr…?"

Ludovico remained silent. The man on the other end of the line sighed dramatically.

"Please tell Ms. Evans to give me a call back at this number."

"Regarding what?"

"That is confidential information."

"I am her boyfriend." Fuck, why did those words come out so easily? He'd gone from admiring her ass to declaring he was in a relationship with her. It was impulsive and that was the last thing he was.

"Still. I'd rather talk to her personally. Please, tell her we've called. Thank you." Harris hung up the phone. Ludovico clenched his teeth. None of this seemed right. If the police were calling Gigi, it was because they knew something. What they mustn't have realized yet was her link with him. He ran his fingers through his hair. He had to think of a way out of this.

Gigi came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her body. His cock stirred at the memory of her smooth body on his, her soft mouth brushing every inch of his body.

"Who was it?" she asked, noticing her phone next to him.

"The police."

Her eyes widened and a visible tremble coursed through her body.

"What did they want?"

"To speak to you."

"About what?"

"They wouldn't tell me."

"Oh. What did you tell them?"

"I told them I was your boyfriend."

Gigi gaped at him. Her cheeks reddened.

"Why?"

"What was I supposed to tell them? That I was the murderer and I was extorting you? Or would you have preferred I told them we'd just had hot sex, even though you know I murdered a man, several men?"

"No."

Ludovico laughed. A thought formed in his mind. He still had the upper hand.

"Yes. Now, my dear Gigi, you've gone from victim to accomplice. You have just fucked a murderer."

She shook her head.

"And you enjoyed every second of it, if your screams were anything to go by."

Her back slammed against the wall, and she crumbled to the floor.

"I don't want any of this," she muttered.

"And yet, you screamed out my name as your orgasms shook your body." Ludovico approached her. He grasped his cock which was quickly becoming erect again. "You'd do it again," he challenged her. "You'd suck me again, you'd fuck me again. Don't deny it, Ragazza. You'd spread your legs for me anytime, anywhere. Even if none of this had happened, if we had just met in your office, you would have surrendered to me."

She glanced up. Her chest heaved as she breathed heavily. Slowly, she came to her knees. Her mouth wrapped around his dick, and he groaned. Her doe-eyed gaze met his and a tremble coursed through him.

"You're my slut, Ragazza, my troia."

She moaned, the reverberations coursing across his cock to every nerve ending. Ludovico groaned. He wouldn't last long this time around. Fisting his hand around her hair, he pumped into her mouth with reckless abandon. His gasps mingled with her strangled whimpers. His cock grew thick, and he erupted.

"Troia. Mine."

"Yes." She lowered her gaze. "I'm yours, Ludovico. Your bitch."