“Oh.” She moaned.
“Shh, baby, we don’t want to draw any attention to the balcony,” Cash teased and then kissed the back of her neck and along her shoulder. Zane adjusted his stance and began to stroke her wet pussy. With each stroke he pushed deeper, and soon she was leaning back against the building.
“God, she looks like a goddess, Zane,” Cash said as Zane pumped his fingers into her. Cash moved in to share in the event.
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Chiara was shaking and felt as if she were having some sort of out-of-body experience. Her core tightened, her breasts were fully aroused, and Zane was finger-fucking her against a building. Holy fuck.
“Oh yeah, keep it going, baby. I want you to come for me. I want all your cum, honey,” Zane told her, and then Cash covered her mouth and kissed her deeply. She was so incredibly turned on. Her pussy ached, her nipples felt needy, and she was allowing two men to have their way with her body.
Then Cash moved his mouth from her lips as he pushed the top of her dress down, releasing one breast.
“Oh, Cash. The door. What about the door?” she asked, only half caring. She didn’t care who might see them. She’d never felt so alive and so sexually stimulated.
“Fuck the door. I’ve been waiting to see these breasts, baby. Fuck, you’re one sexy woman,” Cash said.
Then Cash licked across her nipple and pulled hard on the tight bud. She jerked her hips and moaned.
“Oh God, oh my God.” She pushed her hips against Zane’s fingers and Cash moved his mouth off of her breast and covered her mouth. She exploded. The first major real orgasm of her entire life.
“You have amazing fingers, Zane,” she whispered and he chuckled.
“And you are coming home with us right now,” Cash said, and then kissed her lips before helping her fix her dress.
* * * *
“He saw her leave with two men. The ones looking into buying out Robert Costiano,” B.F. told his boss.
“Really. I wonder if Robert knows. Who are these men? I want everything on them.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll get whatever you want. Let me know if you would like our guy to stop this relationship before it turns into a potential problem.”
“Problem?”
“Sure. If she has two men watching over her, it will be more difficult to take her away from Robert. These two men are fit and resourceful. They’re also billionaires,” B.F. stated.
“Interesting. Let the guy use his judgment. I reall
y want to start scaring Robert big-time. Then I’ll reveal who I am.”
“Why would you do that? He could call in the Feds.”
“He wouldn’t dare. Not when I know so much. Not when I can tell Chiara the one thing that would make her leave her father’s side.”
“Okay, sir. I’ll call our guy.”
B.F. left the room, leaving his boss behind.
Angelo sat in his penthouse. With B.F trying to find out more about the two men interested in Chiara, as well as their interest in the company, it gave him time to think about his next move.
He knew he wanted revenge. He wanted Robert to suffer for the hell he had put him through. He set him up to take the fall for something they had all planned. Them and Patricia.
He picked up a photograph of Patricia from four years ago. When he’d heard she had cancer, it had killed him inside. He would never get to see her again. He would never be able to talk about what had gone wrong so many years ago. Instead he would sit rotting in an Italian prison for most of his life. That wasn’t the plan. He never should have trusted Robert Costiano. Not with his life, not with his future, his money, and especially not with Patricia.
Now Costiano would pay.
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