KatyaThe shame lingered till the evening of the next day as I drove to the address given to me in the text.With each walk I made which reminded me of my sore muscles and how many times I had given in last night, humiliation made a tent in my mind. Even as I bathed and changed the sheets myself, it lingered like a venom, reminding me of how many times and positions I had spread my legs for a murderer.He had finally left sometime around 3 in the morning when the rain stopped, while I lay boneless and unmoving on the bed which would be traumatised if it could think.I drove into the street and checked my rearview mirror to be sure I was alone. Kyrian hadn't found the idea of being kept in the dark about where I had to go alone, wise.But then I had lied that I was going to visit Ferrara, and he had clamped his lips shut.I stopped a good distance away from the address and pulled out an umbrella, adjusting my long leather jacket.The skies were brewing for a rain again, but that was

KatyaTwenty hours later"Your phone is ringing again, should I ask the tech security to block the number?" I stood together with Kyrian, my eyes focused on the arrow on the elevator screen moving upwards. I massaged the back of my neck and took in a heavy breath, parting my lips slowly."No, leave it." I knew who it was, the same contact that had been calling when I got home after that energy sucking meeting with Carlos.The man who didn't take my silence for a hint and had come himself to the house, Ferrara De Castello. My eyes burned as I stared at the screen, and I hoped that the concealer I used had succeeded in masking the dark circles under my eye bags. I wouldn't want to visit the sick, looking like a zombie who had come to take their lives. The doors slid open, and Kyrian stepped out first, quickly scanning the hallway before gesturing me towards it. I would have preferred to come alone, but he had been worried after I returned last night, drenched and shivering, witho

Ferrara Quiet enveloped the house, as usual, the dim lighting casting it into an eerie mood and semi-darkness. I swiped the keycard against the door and punched in the security code, before running my biometrics through the system. People thought I was paranoid as fuck? They hadn't been here yet. A familiar aroma hit my senses as soon as I stepped into the house, my eyes darting to the lone figure facing the window. "It's not yet the time of the month, you should have called." The voice was almost deceptively lonely. I took a seat on the couch and crossed my legs, drumming my fingers against my thighs. "But you knew I would be here, so I will cut to the chase. You did that to the lieutenant, didn't you?" Slim fingers traced the windows as the head slanted to the side, silence thickening the air around us. Finally, I received a reply, "he found out. Has he been pronounced dead yet?" I sucked in a deep breath, inhaling that familiar fragrance that was deceptively soothing.

FerraraSmokes and mirrors.That was where all those thoughts went, the moment she palmed my cock, and dropped to her knees in front of me. Unholy crispes...Soft palms gently removed the condom and had it on the floors, pink tongue darting out and swiping against the head of my cock. Fucking murder me. Those diamond pupils looked up to meet mine, and I almost came again.My cock was already hardening, thickening from her palm wrapping around it, my sticky cum providing lubrication as she ran her enclosed palm up and down it. "Katya..." I muttered deeply, my hand cupping her face as my thumb caressed her lips which appeared fuller, swollen from my kisses. She looked down to my cock and placed a brief kiss on the tip. My fingers automatically slipped into her hair and tilted her face, my dick growing and pointing towards her. Then she opened her mouth, and slipped my cock into her mouth. The need to take a picture burned within me.Katya on her knees, her breasts bouncing as sh

FerraraI had never experienced this kind of loss of control. Not during sex, and especially not after I had just cum twice beforehand.But hearing Katya talk about going to other men who would satisfy her tore me apart in ways I couldn't explain.And that was after discovering that she had only come here to distract me, not because she had burned for me the way I did for her.I had felt blinded, irrationally jealous, the desire to possess her gnawing into my skin.At that moment, if my money could buy superpowers to keep her inside me, being mine for eternity, I would have done it. And now it was over, and the expression of volatile hate in her eyes drove me mad. She had limped out of my home, her scent lingering in my skin and every part of my living room, driving me insane, making me crazy. My fist made contact with the bathroom mirror minutes later as I washed up, shutting my eyes against the rippling pain in her eyes when she gazed at me.It was the second time I was making t