Tori slowly nods, and I smile. “Show me.”
Her eyes widen, and I stroke her arms gently. “Just show me. I want to see what makes you happy. I want to know how I can make you feel good when we’re together.”
She stares at me for a moment before she takes a deep breath and slowly lowers her arm to reveal her young, perky breasts. It makes my dick twitch as I watch her. She backs up against the shower wall and lifts one leg, bending at the knee and planting her foot against the wall to spread her legs a little.
I don’t say anything. I don’t want to distract her from her thoughts. With women, I learned it’s a mental game. Though I know I’m going to need a release after this. My dick is already getting hard.
She licks her lips and closes her eyes. She puts two fingers in her mouth and sucks on them gently. While she does that, her other hand starts to massage her breast, twisting the nipple. The fingers she’s sucked on quickly go between her legs, and she starts running them between her lips. She’s trimmed neat, so I have a full view.
I reach down and stroke my dick slowly, matching her fingers' up-and-down motion. Then she starts to circle her clit, and watching her bite her lip drives me wild. This goes on for a while before I can’t take it anymore.
I kneel before her, and her eyes shoot open. “Wha…”
“Shh,” I say. Tori lowers her leg, and I move them apart. My tongue tastes her juices as I lick from her opening to her clit, letting it twirl around there for a moment. I slowly push one finger into her and curl it up, massaging her vagina wall—that spot. I know that spot well.
Suddenly her hands are in my hair and gripping tightly. Her knees are shaking as I move my finger and tongue-fuck her clit. She’s getting wetter by the second, and it’s only when she starts to move her hips that I leave her clit. I get to my feet and push two fingers into her, in and out, in and out, until she has her hands on my shoulder and is bucking against my hand. I use my thumb to play with her clit as I move.
It takes a few minutes, but then her nails dig into my shoulders, and she gets weak. I wrap my arm around her waist and continue to finger her nub while her orgasm rips through her. Once done, I wait until she’s steady on her feet before I let her go and step away with a wry smile.
She can’t look me in the eyes and mumbles what I think is a thank you before she hurriedly gets out of the shower. I turn back to wash down and finish jerking off my rock hard dick. Once my cum has washed down the drain, I rinse off and turn the shower off, getting out and getting dressed with Tori nowhere in sight.
Once dressed, I come out of the bedroom, calm and relaxed, and walk to the dining room, where Anastasia and Tori are waiting for me for breakfast.
The meal is quiet, and Anastasia eats quickly before saying she has plans. She kisses my head and leaves, and I wonder if she has an issue with Tori. Tori picks at her food for a moment before she seems to pluck up some courage to look me in the eyes. “Can I ask you a personal question?”
“Sure,” I ask, wiping my mouth on a napkin.
“What happened to Anastasia’s mother?” she asks quietly. “I mean,” she adds, “if you don’t want to tell me, I understand.”
I never talk about Mila, I don’t even think about her, but for some reason, I feel like this needs to be explained no matter how cold my tone is or what Tori makes of it, “Mila was killed by a rival family when Anastasia was about eight. We were in negotiations with a family known as the Catalans, and someone was rising to power within them. Jose was his name. He put a hit on me when I wouldn’t pay tribute to him or bow to him as my leader. We were in the park, playing with Ana when the shots were fired. I didn’t even think. I just grabbed Ana and ducked. When it was over, I saw Mila on the floor, lifeless, her body riddled with bullets.”
I look away, but I feel her hand on top of mine. I’m pull away when she says something unexpected, “A rival gang killed my mother. Both my parents technically because they don’t think my father will survive.” I am surprised that I feel a small twinge of guilt. My men ordered that hit, but she continued, “My mother had just come home from a trip to Italy and had pulled into the driveway. They had taken my father's car instead of hers because hers was in the shop, so they thought they were attacking my father. She died instantly too.”
I reach out for her hand, unsure of why I feel I need to justify myself to her. “I didn’t personally order the hit on your father's life, Tori. I hope you believe that. But I allowed my men a bit of freedom, and they took the opportunity. I never wanted war.”
We look at each other for a moment before Tori lets go of my hand. “I think I’m going to read some more. When you’re done working, maybe you could join me.”
I stiffen slightly, realizing how soft I’m being with her. “I’ll think about it.”
We both leave, and I head to my office. I want to see how far back those strange withdrawals from the account go. I feel like something isn’t right.
I’m only at it for an hour when Evgeni comes in with a stack of paperwork. “The Sorvino contracts?”
“Yes,” Evgeni says. “Their first proposal.”
I stand. “I’ll get Tori. Set it down at the spare table.”
I get up and go to the library. “Tori?”
She looks up from a large book. “Yes?”
“Are you ready to work?” I ask. “Because it’s time.”
She shuts the book and sets it down, coming to me. “I’m ready.”
She isn’t looking directly at me, so I tilt her chin up with my finger, “Let me make this clear, if you don’t get this right, you won’t live to see your niece or nephew, whatever your sister is having.” And then I kiss her wildly. I can see the fear in her eyes before I lead her to the spare table in my office. “Give Evgeni a list of what you’ll need for stationary or if you need a laptop, and he’ll arrange it.”
“I can use my own laptop,” she says. “If you’d prefer me not to, then get me a decent laptop with a solid-state drive, and I’ll make a list of stationary.”