15

"Don't touch me! " My expression darkened at her. It was well-known that no one was allowed to lay a hand on me unless I permitted it first. 

"I'm sorry, Caelum," she replied, cowering as if she were a child awaiting punishment. 

"What did you just call me? " My tone rose in intensity. Only Vincent referred to me as Caelum.

 "I'm sorry, Don. " Chiara lowered her head, trembling like a frightened leaf. 

"Get out of my sight! " I commanded, and she hurried away in tears. I understood she would willingly submit to me, but the thought of touching her felt completely wrong. 

A child would never be my wife or anything meaningful in my life.

 "I imagined you munching on kids as an evening snack. Seems I wasn't mistaken. " Solenne was behind me, laughing as if she'd cracked the best joke ever. 

"Hey Sol, let's go. " My cousin Enzo called her over, and she skipped toward him. She better not be leaving. 

"What are you doing? " I asked Enzo, and all his playfulness vanished. He was a kid near Vincent's age and always seemed to get into trouble. He was a player, and his eyes were fixed on Solenne. 

"We were going to play some cards in the billiards room. Your cousin dared me I couldn't win at poker, and I plan on proving her wrong. " He draped an arm over her shoulder, and I felt a surge of irritation. What did he mean by cousin?

 "Strip poker, darling. " She joked, running her fingers along his jaw as she leaned against him for balance. She was clearly intoxicated. 

"I'll beat you, and you'll be naked in no time. " She playfully slurred. "I hope so," he leaned in to kiss her, but I yanked him away from her. 

"Get lost! " That was all it took for him to flee like he was escaping danger. Enzo didn't understand what he had done wrong, but he realized he had upset me.

 "Antonio, take her inside. She's completely wasted. " I looked at her with disdain. Vincent had only been buried hours ago, and here she was acting promiscuously with the first guy who approached her. What was it that drew him to her? As soon as the party started to die down, I headed to my second bedroom. I had a darker room downstairs lit with red lights for when I entertained women. 

Tonight, I craved a tight body and a woman who would obey me. I almost felt guilty about how roughly I intended to use her. I'd had a few drinks, and my frustration was boiling over. I had failed Vincent and now had to keep watch over his ungrateful mistress. 

Even though I thought about breaking my vow if she went too far, I never could. I wouldn't even make a minor promise to Vincent. The moment I stepped into the bedroom, a woman was waiting for me on her knees. I didn't say anything to her. I undressed and then yanked her up by her hair. My hands ran over her body, tearing away her tiny black lingerie before I bent her over roughly. I skipped any foreplay—I just wanted to have sex.

 I appreciated a nice set of breasts to hold onto, and this woman's were surprisingly nice. Full and yet perky, just like Solenne's. I put on a condom and thrust into her with full force. She screamed, probably from discomfort, but she begged for more. After three orgasms, she lay limp over the bed. I didn't change positions or even make her perform oral sex. I enjoyed a woman who could satisfy me completely. 

Tonight, I just needed something to penetrate. I was nearing my climax when the door cracked open. That enticing little figure stood in the doorway with wide eyes, watching me as I thrust into the woman. My hand was tangled in the woman's hair as I pulled her back to amplify her cries. Looking deep into Solenne's frightened eyes, I reached my blissful release inside the condom. It felt incredible. She scampered out of the room like a frightened mouse, and I let out a chuckle. I withdrew from the woman still bent over before getting dressed and leaving.

 I seldom talked to the prostitutes, unless it was to issue a command related to my needs. They existed for a single purpose, and she had done her job well. Now, I could finally get some rest. I quickly showered and lay down on my bed. Everything felt so messed up. I was meant to be the Don, then raised to be a second after my parents were murdered, and now, for some reason, I was in charge. Vincent had died in my arms because I failed to protect him.

 Even if no one said it to my face, I could sense the whispers. They thought I either failed him or allowed his death to seize his power. If anyone dared utter those words to me, I would tear their tongues out. Vincent was the better man, and that foolish woman destroyed him. My thoughts wandered back to her watching me at the door with her eyes fixated on my body as I entered that woman. I grasped my dick and started stroking, envisioning Solenne bent over for me.

It felt too wonderful to masturbate to her body, so I was unable to bring myself to be disgusted by her. I knew just how she looked without clothes and how well my hand fit around her neck.

 I let out a loud "Fuucckkk!" as I imagined my hand gripping her bare body against the wall while I fucked her, and I instantly began coming. Damn! I desired that little fucking woman.

 This is how she accomplished it. She was either a witch or something. Turning men all brainwashed by her pussy.