Tesoro~ Sweetheart

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Raffaele (rahf-FAH-eh-leh)

“Dispose of their bodies,” I said to my men, using a towel to clean my knife, still stained with their blood.

I can’t help what I am.

A killer.

Violence raised me, and expectation perfected me.

The blood on my hands wasn’t shame, it was proof.

“Yes, sir,” they chorused, already moving expertly.

Those who made mistakes under my reign didn’t live long enough to correct them.

I headed straight for my bedroom door, already knowing what waited behind it.

Two naked girls.

My pulse still thrummed from the kill. A part of me should have felt something else but there was nothing.

I always needed to release tension after a kill.

And more often than not, I preferred it to be sexual.

My footsteps echoed down the hall, and I deliberately avoided the framed photos of my father and brother.

They were reminders of what had been lost, reminders of why I carried this life alone and I didn't need to feel the guilt right now. Not today.

The hall was minimalist and quiet, the thick carpet muffling my footsteps like a grave.

“Raffaele!” they squealed the second I stepped inside.

“We’re not done yet!” the brunette giggled, still holding the chalk between her fingers like she had any idea what she was doing with it.

“I am,” the blonde breathed.

A slow smirk tugged at my lips.

We have a winner.

I had… multiple kinks and attractions, and I wasn’t ashamed to admit any of them. One of my favorites? Hot women with even hotter brains.

Every woman I decided to fuck had to solve or know at least some basic things first. Strange? Maybe. Fun? Absolutely.

It wasn’t complicated … just enough to entertain me.

With the amount of horrors I witnessed and participated in, I needed some way to be entertained.

And you’d be surprised how smart women suddenly become when money is involved.

“You’re going to give up sex with me for a geometry problem? I'm naked here" The brunette whined

I rolled my eyes at her attempt at looking convincing. "I won't remember your face by tomorrow morning Tesoro, now leave."

She huffed as she walked out of the room, sending me a final furious glare.

“You.” I beckoned to the blonde, my fingers grazing the waistband as I undid my jeans.

“Begin.”

Warm lips wrapped around the head of my cock, her tongue swirling as she sucked me deeper into her mouth.

My hand tangled in her hair, gripping tighter when she moaned around me. She took me to the back of her head with the kind of expertise that was supposed to turn men brainless.

"Fuck" I muttered, as her hands pressed into my thighs, bobbing faster, wetter.

She pulled off with a loud pop, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before moving over to straddle me.

Her thighs were slick and warm, trembling slightly as she reached down and guided my cock inside her.

Her body was as obedient as she was. I liked them obedient… but today, it didn’t excite me.

She leaned forward,her lips brushing my ear "You're even better than what i expected".

I didn't answer.

I grabbed her hips, slamming faster into her, trying to focus on the naked body underneath me.

She arched her back, her hands braced against my chest as she let out moans of pleasure.

She sounded perfect… but strangely, I wanted more than obedience.

I wanted her to defy me.

My grip tightened. Her body was tight, and wrapped around me like velvet.

But it wasn't enough.

“Oh Raffale!"

I flipped her onto her back, pressed her knees to her chest and fucked her deeper, ignoring the constant creak of the bed.

Her lips parted in pleasure, her nails digging into my bicep.

“Shit” I growled as I pulled out, abruptly, fisting myself in one hand as I released between her thighs.

It was hot, fast and empty.

She blinked up at me, attempting and failing horribly at looking seductive. I slipped on my boxers without a word, grabbing a towel off the side table and tossing it towards her lap.

"Get out" My tone was flat.

I sat on the couch beside the bed, my elbows resting on my knees.

I didn't look at her, only hearing the rustle as she put her clothes back on,mumbling something about how she was supposed to be on the cover of a magazine next month.

“I would like to do this again,” she said as she walked out the door. I couldn’t help but scoff.

“I don't care about what you want” I answered without looking at her.

I didn’t fuck the same woman twice. I didn’t have time for the sentimental attachments that came with a constant sexual partner.

A sigh escaped my lips as soon as I heard the door close.

I had used a body to fix a problem, and the problem was still there, buzzing under my skin.

Emilia Visconti.

That was the name of the loud-mouthed girl who had jumped into my car two weeks ago.

I had my right-hand man dig up some details, purely out of curiosity. She had crossed a lot of boundaries that day, and I hadn’t reacted the way I normally would.

Normally, I’d have shut a girl like that down immediately.

I only got her name because I thought that would be enough to satisfy my curiosity.

But the truth… the truth was darker.

Her defiance had a way of making my blood pound.

The way she talked back, looked me dead in the eyes while daring me… I could practically feel her on my lap, arching into me, begging and resisting at the same time.

And the worst part? I knew I wouldn’t stop thinking about it until I did.

I grabbed my phone and dialed Theo, my right-hand man’s number before I could talk myself out of it.

What was the worst that could happen, anyway?

“This better be important,” his voice cut through after the fourth ring, smooth and teasing. “You just paused the greatest orgasm I would have gotten in all my years.”

I rolled my eyes. “The girl I need—”

“Already done,” he interrupted, casually. “I did it… just in case.” I could hear the smug smile through the line.

“Well?” I pressed.

There was a pause.

“I’m not exactly sure you’re going to like what I found,” he said finally.

Something about the hesitation in his tone made me know this wasn’t just dirt.

This was going to be trouble and it was the exact kind of trouble I couldn’t resist.