Ruthless Heart

NERO

I slipthe night manager a hundred bucks, and sleep in a free room up at the lodge. I told him me and the missus had a disagreement, but despite the swanky surroundings, I barely sleep, hearing Lily’s whimpers of pleasure echoing in my mind.

Another moment, another plea, and I would have given her exactly what she needed: My cock buried deep in that sweet, needy cunt, fucking her so good she would never pretend to forget me again.

Because we both know, that was a lie. She remembers, alright.

The problem is that I do too.

Nothing was ever as good as the way she spread her legs for me all those years ago, clutching on and moaning while I tried my hardest to make it last. The way she made me feel, sinking inside her untouched pussy for the first time… like a goddamn warrior.

Like a God.

I’ve been craving it for a decade now, and I was inches away from quenching my thirst last night. Fucking her up against the wall and driving deep, making her scream the fucking walls down. Proving once and for all, I’m not an eager kid anymore.

Inch by hard, throbbing inch.

So what stopped me?

It’s the question I’m still asking myself, hard and sleepless, all night long. By dawn, I need to get myself together, so I head down to the pool. Over the years, I’ve learned that physical exercise is a good way to keep myself under control. My urges, mostly sex and violence, can be curbed by working it all out of my system.

The problem is that I’ve been swimming laps for an hour now, pushing myself beyond exhaustion, but I still want Lily so much that I think I might lose my mind over it.

At this point, I feel like I’m punishing myself to escape my desire. But there is no escape. Even when she was gone in Vegas or wherever the hell she was all those years, I wanted her.

Dreamed about her.

Closed my eyes and pictured her face with every other woman I fucked.

Coming to the edge of the pool, I pull myself up onto it, sitting and trying to catch my breath. Did she catch a wink of sleep either? I doubt it. She probably hates herself for letting me put my hands on her. We both know, they’re stained with blood that will never wash out.

Fuck, it was written all over her face, when she saw me beating that guy back in the city. The shock. The disgust. She thinks I’m a monster for all the sins to my name.

She’s right.

I am.

“Mr. Barretti?”

I turn. It’s the concierge. “I thought you should know; the gentlemen are gathering soon.”

I nod harshly. “Thanks for the warning.”

Reluctantly, I grab a robe and head back to the cabin. To my relief, she’s already dressed and gone, so I can quickly rinse off and dress without her temptation right there, taunting me.

But I don’t know what I’m going to do tonight. I feel too out of control when I’m alone with her, like I’m capable of anything.

And Lily feels it too. Even with my fingers buried deep inside her, I could see the resentment in her eyes. She hates the way I make her feel, that her body responds to me so powerfully.

Yeah, well take a number, sweetheart. That makes two of us.

I makemy way to the lobby to find McKenna and the other men, but as usual, my eyes go straight to Lily. It’s always been like that. I’ve always been able to find her in a crowd. It’s like my body and mind are so in tune with her that I always sense when she’s in my orbit. She’s chatting with some of the other women, looking breezy and effortless in linen pants and a tank top. Polished and perfect.

They would never guess she was begging me so sweetly just a few hours ago, clenching her cunt around my fingers like a goddamn vice.

She meets my eyes across the room and quickly looks away.

She can’t even look at me.