I don’t know how to stop.
He’s the devil who’s enticed me with temptation. Part of me wants to go to the dark side. As badly as I want my freedom, now that I’ve had a taste of him, that part of me wants more.
Chapter Seventeen
Massimo
I walk into Renovatio. It’s the first time I feel like I shouldn’t be here.
I’ve felt off since yesterday when I left Emelia in the shower. What kind of a fucker am I to practically flee from a woman? A nineteen-year-old woman who had such a fucking effect on me I had to leave her.
As her soft lips moved against mine, all I wanted to do was claim her sweet, innocent, forbidden flesh. Hunger clawed through me, making me want to push her up against the wall and fuck her senseless.
I’ve never lost control of my emotions like that. It was a dangerous thing because it showed she had power over me.
Power. That’s the problem. There was a shift in power. In that moment, I gave myself to her and allowed myself to succumb to my need for her. Need and want are two different things. I wanted her. I never expected to need her.
Now I’m here at the strip club when truthfully, I should be home. I hadn’t planned to come tonight, but I found myself heading here after I finished up at the office.
It’s barely nine. The usual crowd of wealthy, sophisticated businessmen are here to see my strippers because I pick the best girls with the best assets. Big tits and big asses. They’re all beautiful, and more importantly, they’re girls who aren’t afraid to strip down to nothing and fuck if they have to.
My club is of the risqué variety. It’s not a sex club, but we have rooms where our customers can book a lap dance. I have special girls who don’t mind being paid extra to go all the way.
Pa was so pissed at me when I first set up the place. He loathes the place and all it stands for. He said it was something Dominic or Tristan would do and was shocked to shit when I went through with it. It was my way of loosening up.
What could be better than having an endless supply of women to fuck when you want to? I used to practically live here with that endless supply of whores who were always willing to please me. Some are still here. Some are here tonight and watch me walk by with hungry eyes, hoping tonight will be the night they get back in my bed.
The best way to get one woman out of your system is to fuck another.
I make my way to my private lounge. The bartender starts making my drink. A stiff vodka on the rocks. I’ll just have the one tonight. I don’t want to go making mistakes I can’t remember.
He hands it to me with a smile. I take my seat where I can see the girls stripping on stage, and they can see me too.
There’s a brunette who’s had her eye on me since I walked in. She just took off her bra, and her massive tits bobble as she runs her hands up and down the pole behind her, like she would if she were holding my cock. Instantly, that makes me think of Emelia and the way she pleasured me yesterday. I fucking blew my load all over her. Fuck.
/> The stripper smiles at me. I return the smile. She’s exactly the kind of woman I’d end my night with on the regular.
Fingers flutter over my shoulder, and when I look up, I’m definitely surprised to see who they belong to.
“Gabriella, what the hell brings you here?” I ask. She smiles.
“Looking for you. I thought I’d come here first. You’re usually here at this time when you come by.”
“What do you want me for?” I ask. It’s a foolish question. I look at her and know exactly what she wants. It’s the same thing she said the other day. She wants to get back in my bed. Back on my cock.
She floats into my lap and instantly, I remember that last time I had her. Those bright green eyes flicker as she runs her hand over my chest and wiggles her ass over my cock.
“You’re hard,” she says with a wicked smile.
“Not for you,” I answer.
“Is it the stripper you were watching? You liked the look of her. What if we both joined you? You like threesomes. A lot, Massimo. And I don’t mind sharing you sometimes. I wouldn’t mind it tonight.” Seduction ripples off her in waves.
I stare back at her, holding her gaze. This has to be a new one for me. A new record. This is the second time I’ve been in the presence of this woman and had to think twice about whether or not I should be with her.
The first time, I was pissed and in this weird frame of mind. What am I tonight?
Gabriella runs her fingers over my chest again, pulling me from the stupor of thought.