Shades of Disappointment

Ferrara

I am an impatient man.

Even before I became a don, I didn't wait in long queues or have the patience to court a woman.

After all, the only thing that ever mattered to me apart from my goal was the warm body of a woman against mine, and if they weren't interested in sex, I didn't waste any more time on them.

The only place I exercised the luxury of patience was in bed, where I sent my partners to Paradise after making them anticipate heaven and hell.

Tonight, I was bound to wait. With a fucking painful hard-on, I waited for the lights to be turned off before I pushed myself to my feet, just as the curtains were being pulled upwards.

Some of the others in Paradise fumbled with their pants and looked guilty as hell.

I wasn't the only one worked up by that performance that managed to be more sexy than sex itself, but it had awoken something more than arousal within me.

I gulped the remaining wine in the bottle down my throat and stepped out through the back, a rush of