MasukImogen’s POV
As he flung the door just adjacent the staircase, there was only one thing on my mind. My mouth had finally put me into trouble, the good kind of trouble though. He walked into the room and the red light rested on his white shirt that hugged his muscular body so tight. My eyes wandered around the room. It was quite huge and it slowly dawned on me that I was about to get in bed with another man that was not Perry but I didn’t feel the slightest bit of hesitation. Maybe… What in the world? Blond had drawn a curtain to the side and my mouth fell open. Arranged on the wall were different sizes of equipment. Not just any equipment, sex toys ranging from the regular dildos and vibrators; all of different shapes and sizes, chains, candles and nipple clamps. I swallowed as he picked up a vibrator and turned it on. The low hum of the toy filled the room and he turned around to look at me with hooded eyes. He then picked up the furry handcuffs and my mind began to imagine things immediately. “Come here,” he ordered but I ignored him still in awe of what we were about to do. I imagined being cuffed to the bed frame while he rammed into me from behind and I tried to catch my breath because the pleasure got too much. Without breaking eye contact, he walked toward me and stopped, not leaving a space between us. As he gripped my waist, my body froze. It wasn’t fear I was feeling, it was like I was high and I needed release, quickly. “I won’t hurt you,” he whispered. As if he knew I was new to this. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me but I was happy he assured me, I wanted to be touched so bad. I took a sharp and deep breath, and my body shook all over as the vibrator touched my pussy and they both screamed in pleasure. Blond buried his face in my neck, cuddling me. I got lost in his martini scented breath as he pulled my lips into a fierce kiss, I melted into him with pleasure. This was heaven. My hands slid along his backside and pulled him even closer to me. His hips buckled against mine and he pulled away slightly to stare down at me through hooded eyes that glittered with excitement. We were both breathing heavily and looking at each other. I could feel his desire for me in his muscles that pressed against mine, it vibrated through every part of my body and filled it up like a drug. My heart pounded in my chest as a feeling of complete euphoria swelled within me. His eyes were full of passion and emotion. They looked at me and I stared back into them, my own longing mirrored right back at me. He leaned forward again, pressing his lips to mine. I could feel my wetness pooling between my legs and I desperately wanted him to touch me there. Parting my legs, he skimmed the vibrator over my pussy folds as a small moan escaped my lips and I immediately put my hand over my mouth to stop any more sound from coming out. Perry used to say that I hot aroused quickly and it was a turnoff for him so I didn’t want that to happen now. “Don’t be silent. Let me hear it,” he said in a very soft tone into my ear. He loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves letting the veins in his arms show, then he grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled it back gently. For a man that looked so dangerous, he sure was gentle with me. He pulled at my thin dress strap and by the time the second strap was down, his eyes left my eyes to my tits with hardened nipples. His hand quickly grabbed one of my tits and he played with it using his fingers—slapping, pinching even squeezing the already sensitive nipples. If there was anything turning me on aside the way he touched me was the way he was so focused. One of his large hands grabbed my thigh and lifted my leg up on the bed so that i was very exposed and he proceeded to lie beside me with his face next to mine. I wasn’t to hold back the loud moan when he wrapped his lips on my tits, sucking on it harshly and swirling his tongue on it. That action alone made me feel an electric jolt down to my core and it was like I saw actual stars when I felt the vibrator on my clit. As he sucked in my tits and dragged the vibrator over my clit to my pussy hole, I gripped the sheets tightly because my climax was building up and I was so close, all I needed was a little more. “You’re enjoying this a little too much.” I heard him say and I felt him remove the vibrator. Before I could understand what he said, he replaced the vibrator with his fingers and I gasped in sheer pleasure feeling every inch of my tight heat and he moaned in ecstasy at how warm it made me. His fingers felt long and thick and he was not gentle in the way he pushed them into me, gradually increasing his speed and bringing me closer and closer to my climax. With every stroke, he hit a different spot. “Oh! Oh my God,” I moaned ad I felt myself almost reached my climax. However a very loud knock on the door interrupted us causing him to pull away. My heartbeat ran wild and I feared that something bad must have happened. I sat up on the bed immediately and put on my dress. I imagined my hair scattered and my lipstick out of place. A chill breeze blew from nowhere causing goosebumps to show on my pale skin, I shivered as anxiety ran through me. Our eyes met and he held my gaze, I could feel the room getting hot again. He dragged his eyes down my body and I could feel it leaving hot trails as his eyes went up and down. The intruder knocked again causing Blond to pull the door open. With the way he pulled it, I thought it’d come off its hinges. “What do you want?” Although his voice was low, I could still hear him. “B…boss, sorry to disturb you. T…there’s a man downstairs breaking things and creating such a mess.” Why did the person call him boss? Also, I had noticed the music had stopped playing and I could hear shouts from downstairs. “Who is he and what does he want?” “We do not know. He says he’s looking for a woman who came here and he refuses to leave.” I wondered who that could be and why, but just then I heard the familiar voice that had the capacity to ruin me.IMOGEN’S POV“What never existed?”Silas did not flinch. Instead, he ended the call and placed his phone on the desk before turning to me.I stood by the door, holding the front of his shirt with one hand as I looked from him to the phone.“Footage from one of my clubs,” he said.“What footage?”He glanced at the screen one last time before turning it facedown on the desk. “One of my managers has been stealing from me. Pete found footage that proves it and wanted to hand it over to the police.”My eyebrows pulled together as my eyes dropped to the phone. “And you told him to wipe it?”Silas slipped one hand into his pocket, his eyes staying on mine as if we were discussing something completely normal.“I would rather deal with the man myself.”He walked over and stopped in front of me, lowering his head slightly as he looked at my face.I watched him closely, waiting for something else.A question about how long I had been standing there or how much I had heard would have made sense,
PERRY’S POVThe knock came a little after nine in the morning, while I was standing by the window with a cup of coffee I had barely touched.I had not slept properly since the news about Rossi broke. I expected the police to contact me again after they found her body, but I expected a phone call, not someone pounding on my hotel door.When I opened it, Agent Leo stood outside with two officers.I looked from him to the officers and tightened my fingers around the door handle. “What now?”“You need to come with us.”“For what?”“We have more questions about Valeria Rossi.”“Then ask them.”“Not here.”I looked past him at the officers before stepping back. “Am I under arrest?”Leo held my eyes. “You are being taken in for questioning.”“That does not answer my question.”“It answers enough of it. Get your shoes.”I stared at him for another second before walking away from the door. The fact that he was not arguing with me bothered me more than if he had.I grabbed my phone from the tab
SILAS’S POVImogen finally fell asleep sometime after midnight, still curled against me on the couch with her face pressed against my chest and one of her hands holding my shirt.I stayed there for a while, running my hand slowly over her back until her breathing became steady. She had cried herself to sleep after telling me everything about Rossi, and even after she stopped crying, she had refused to move away from me.When her fingers finally loosened around my shirt, I slipped one arm beneath her knees and the other around her back before lifting her from the couch.She stirred against me as I carried her into the bedroom.“Silas…” she murmured, her hand tightening weakly against my shirt.“I am here,” I whispered.Her head settled against my chest again.I lowered her onto the bed carefully and pulled the duvet over her. She moved toward my side almost immediately, reaching across the empty space without opening her eyes.I watched her for another second before picking up my phone
IMOGEN'S POVI was curled against Silas on the couch with my legs tucked underneath me and a glass of red wine in my hand. His arm was loose around my shoulders and he had a stack of documents beside him that he had been working through all evening, making notes in the margins, reaching past me occasionally for his own drink without breaking his reading.The television was on low in the background. Some Italian news programme I had stopped paying attention to an hour ago.It felt good and that was the strange thing. In the middle of everything that was happening, all the chaos and the moving pieces and the war still playing out around Perry and the company and everything else, there were moments like this one that felt almost ordinary. Warm and still and easy in a way I had stopped trusting myself to hold onto too tightly.I took a sip of wine and looked at the city through the windows when the news ticker changed.BREAKING NEWS. Red letters scrolling across the bottom of the screen
SILAS'S POVPete had the address by the following morning.A serviced apartment in Prati, third floor, corner unit. She had been renting it for five days under her own name which told me either she was not afraid or she had decided that being afraid was no longer a useful way to spend her energy.Pete had stood in the front of the car with his arms folded and his jaw set and given me the look he gave me when he disagreed with a decision but had already calculated that arguing about it was not going to change anything."I will be outside the door," he argued."You will be in the car," I replied.He had not responded to that but he had moved, which was the same thing.I took the stairs when I got to the building. Not because I was trying to be quiet, I just preferred stairs. They gave you a few extra seconds and a few extra seconds were always useful before a conversation you had not had in four years.I knocked on the door of the corner unit.There was a pause. Long enough that I knew
SILAS'S POVI was in the middle of reviewing contracts when Pete came in.He did not knock. He never knocked, we had an understanding about that, if Pete was coming through a door without being called it meant something needed my attention and the polite thing to do was get to it quickly. I had trained him that way years ago and he had never once abused it.I did not look up from the papers immediately. I finished the paragraph I was reading, noted the clause I wanted amended in the margin, and then set the pen down and looked at him.He was standing just inside the doorway with his hands in front of him and his face doing the careful neutral thing it did when he had information he was not entirely sure how I was going to receive.I had seen that face many times over the years."Talk," I commanded.Pete stepped further into the room. "Perry made a move today.""What kind of move."He paused for just a fraction of a second. Long enough for me to notice it."He met with someone," Pete
SILAS’S POVI guess I must have misjugded her by thinking she was shy, naive even, but this stunt was very intentional. My eyes forced themselves to wander as I was stuck in awe of the woman who stood in front of me unclad—her boobs were firm and round, with the nipples shooting out and I bet the
Perry’s povIt’d been days since my fucking wife had left the house and had barely been back. I couldn’t care less about her whereabouts because right now, all I cared about was my company, my money, and the endless list of things that were already spiraling out of control.The reconstruction of th
Imogen’s povMy hands trembled as they went to the straps of the lingerie, pulling them down inch by inch. His eyes tracked every movement like a predator— making me feel naked long before the lace actually hit the floor.“Slower,” he warned, his tone sharp. “This isn’t about your hunger, princes
Imogen’s pov My breath came in shallow pants, my knees aching against the hard floor, but I didn’t dare move.Because he was still watching me.Blue eyes like ice, sharp and unyielding, and yet… soft in that one moment. The way his thumb traced my cheekbone, rubbing a drop of his jizz across my sk







