Then her hands were all over me, feeling the muscles of my abs and chest.
I loved it when she touched me. She touched me with desire and eagerness. Her nails lightly dug into me, and her mouth parted slightly, showing those cute teeth. Her pussy became wetter and tighter, and her breaths turned to moans.
“Baby…you have no idea how sexy you look right now.” She was perfect underneath me, as much of a queen on her back as when she stood tall. The lace still pushed her tits together, forming a delicious cleavage line. Her tanned limbs contrasted against the black color she wore and with her eye makeup. Her dark hair was spread out across the bed, the brown locks striking against my ivory sheets.
“Not as sexy as you…” She dragged both of her hands down my body and gripped my hips so she could pull herself onto my length harder.
Fuck.
Vanessa was two different women. This version of her worshiped the ground I walked on and couldn’t get enough of me. The sex was so good it erased the war between us. When we used each other’s bodies, it brought us closer together. We even liked each other, needed each other. She was under this spell as much as I was.
She told me I was the best she’d ever had.
And she was mine.
I stilled my thrusts and leaned over her, holding my mouth just inches above hers.
Her hands slid up my back and into my hair. She fisted the short strands and breathed in my face, still moaning even though my dick was idle inside her. Her pussy was soaked, covering my dick from crown to balls.
“You think I’m sexy?” I whispered.
“You know I do.” She kissed me, giving me a delicate kiss in the corner of my mouth.
“I love being inside you. I never want to not be inside you.” I was the kind of lover who rarely talked, but watching and listening to her want me put me in a sensual mood. I was more aroused than usual, pulsing inside her because this pussy was all mine to enjoy.
“Then don’t be. Fuck me.” She kissed me again, this time sucking my bottom lip. “Fuck me and don’t stop.”
Jesus Fucking Christ. “Yes, baby. Yes.”
After I took that picture, we never left my bedroom.
I fucked her deep into my mattress, pumping her with more come than I ever did before. It got all over my sheets, but neither one of us seemed to care. We fucked deep into the night, past two in the morning.
I’d never fucked the same woman so many times.
By the time I was finished, I couldn’t go anymore.
My dick was broken.
She fell asleep instantly, and I traveled into my living room. I stared at the plate she snatched as a weapon.
Like she could have stopped me with a plate.
The corner of my mouth rose in a smile, and I poured myself a scotch in the kitchen. There wasn’t much food here because I didn’t come here often. I only passed through. Richard stayed in Lake Garda because that was my primary residence.
I liked to be away from people.
People were shitty.
I sat at the dining table and looked out the window to the city behind. The lights were bright, reminding me of other big cities I’d been to. They all looked the same at night. I drank my poison and sat in my boxers, letting the liquor do its magic.
I could normally sleep after fucking Vanessa, but now I was wide awake.
Thinking about that painting.
I wanted her to make it for me so I would remember her after she was gone. I wanted to remember my conquest, like a notch on my belt, a mark on my bedpost.
But then I felt like shit.
It was sick.
I was making her preserve her own memory, capturing herself in a way she didn’t want to be portrayed. Once my enemies were dead, I would have that painting as a trophy, to remember everything I accomplished.
But was it really an accomplishment?
I was hurt when she thought I was going to kill her, but did I have any right to be offended when that’s what I wanted to do to her? Didn’t that make me hypocritical?
And since I didn’t kill her when I was supposed to, would I ever actually do it?
Who knew?
My phone lit up with a text message from Max. Are you in Milan?
I texted back. Yes. I didn’t ask how he knew that.
We need to meet. The usual place?
I didn’t want them around Vanessa. I’ve got company.
Barsetti?
Yes.
So you aren’t going to kill her?
I dodged the question. I’ll see you tomorrow night. Let’s meet at our other place.
I woke up later than usual because I was up so late. Vanessa was gone, and I assumed she went into the other room to begin her artwork. I changed into my gym clothes and went to my private gym on the next floor. I did an intense workout before I returned and jumped in the shower.