Page 17 of Control (Dark Syndicate #1)

Remo

Daniela’s room is empty when I turn on the video.

The lights are on, and the curtains are slightly parted, but she isn’t there. The walls remain bare, yet the room feels uniquely hers. I don’t know how she does it—makes things hers without trying too hard—but I suppose she has that power.

I screw open the cap of the gin and toss the liquid into my mouth before flinging it aside.

I grabbed three of these from the little fridge in my suite to help dull the thumping pain in my arm.

Now, two of them lie empty on the soft, plush carpet.

I take a seat on the only chair in the room and glare at the screen.

I wait. One minute. Five minutes. Ten. Just as I’m about to call one of the guards stationed outside her door, Daniela dances into the room.

My God…

She’s completely naked and dripping.

My pulse spikes, and I feel a pull, something possessive, but it’s different this time. I don’t just want her. I need her.

She takes her towel off, and I hold my breath as I watch.

My eyes trace her every movement, trying to memorize it and imprint it on my mind.

But there’s a rawness to it now, something that goes deeper than the usual attraction.

There’s a hunger in me that I can’t fully explain, one I know will consume me if I let it.

She moves with an elegance that doesn’t belong in my world. It’s like she’s untouched and unbroken by the chaos I’ve created around us. And for a second, I wonder what it would take to break her.

If I have to say it again and again, I will. Daniela Volpi is one hell of a woman, and with a body like hers, I don’t think I could ever want for anything again.

She dances to nothing—no music playing in the background, no humming—but her body twists and turns with the ease of a trained dancer.

I catch myself smiling at her. She’s beautiful.

Her breasts are perky. They’re big enough to fit in my palms, with pink, soft-looking nipples.

I’ve tasted them before, and I’ve cupped and felt her breasts in my hands.

But as she jiggles them in her flawless dance, it feels like I’m seeing her naked for the first time.

Daniela stops dancing and sits on the edge of her bed, giggling and breathing hard.

Then, she reaches for a bottle of moisturizer on her nightstand.

I watch her rub it across her body, and it makes me wish I could do it for her because I want to touch her with that same softness, to feel her curves and skin between my fingers, to map her body so I never forget it.

That’s how much she’s changed me and how obsessed I’ve become with her. When she starts combing her fiery hair with her fingers, I feel my cock jerk hard against my pants. Without warning, I let out a deep groan and flick my wrist around my growing bulge.

Daniela stands and slips into her blue lace panties, the kind that would be too easy to snap open if I were there. She’s killing me over here, fuck!

Next, she puts on her nightdress and drops slowly and gracefully onto the bed.

Although her movements are simple and innocent, my body thinks otherwise.

I want to fuck her so badly that it hurts.

I palm my cock through my pants, imagining her kneeling in front of me with a tempting smile on her lips as she takes me in her mouth.

I picture fucking that little mouth of hers so hard that she has no choice but to fall with me.

This isn’t helping. Thinking about fucking her doesn’t come close to what I desperately need right now.

So, against my better judgment, I call her.

Through the camera, I hear her startle. She picks up the phone with a groan, and I can’t help but chuckle.

It’s nice to know I still have that effect on her, even if she constantly argues otherwise.

“Hey.”

God, it’s so good to hear her voice.

“I like those blue panties you’ve got on. They really suit you. Wanna shop for more together?” I tease, knowing she’ll realize I’m watching her.

“What are you talking about?” She scrambles out of bed and moves toward the window, looking a bit flustered.

“Remember what I told you about hanging around the windows for too long?” I respond casually.

“I thought you said this place was the safest…wait! How do you even know I’m by the window? And seriously, how do you know about my panties?”

“I know a lot of things, princess,” I say, a smirk on my face.

She presses her hand against her chest, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an explanation.

I swallow deeply, clutching the phone to my ear as I drink her in. “I could always get you more panties. I mean, when I snap this one off your perfect little cunt and fuck you until you’re milking me dry, you might just need them.”

“Stop it! There’s not going to be any more of that!” she shouts, still glancing around, confused.

I can’t help but chuckle again. “Oh, really? You want to bet on that?”

It takes a moment, but then realization dawns on her. “Wait a second…it’s a camera, isn’t it? You’ve had a camera in my room this whole time? Jesus, Remo—”

“What did I say about using my name?” I’m not really concerned about her calling me by my name, but I’m doing it to see how far I can push her.

“Where’s the camera?!” she demands, choosing to ignore my question but not repeating my name twice. She’s usually stubborn, but I can tell she’s reaching her limit. “Is it in the flowerpot? Seriously, how could someone hide a camera in a room this small?”

“Well, why don’t you try and find out?” I challenge her.

“Oh, you bet I will.” She stands, tiptoes to the flowerpot, and scatters the plants around for a few seconds before changing her mind.

I thought it’d take her a while to find the camera, but after the flowerpot, her next choice was the clock on the mantelpiece.

Her laughter when she spots the camera is loud and almost affectionate, like this is some inside joke between us, even though I know she’s angry.

“So I’ve been watched every day since I’ve been here? That’s some pervert move, Boss.”

I admit I would usually have gotten upset at her calling me a pervert, but suddenly, I don’t care about things like that.

Sure, my men and I got the job done, but I suspect there will be deadly aftershocks, meaning we’ll need to be extra prepared when we get back.

For now, I just want a taste of normalcy and fucking release.

Damn it, I need to come.

“Take off your nightdress and touch yourself,” I demand with a growl.

“You really think I’d just do what you say?” she shoots back, raising an eyebrow.

“I can make you do anything, Daniela. I’ve got guards all around the house who’d be thrilled to help you if you don’t cooperate. I’m sure you don’t want that, do you?”

She pauses, considering my words. Then, she snarls, “Fine! I’ll do it!”

I pinch my brows together as I take her in. Daniela’s close to the camera now after shifting her seat to face me. While I appreciate the gesture, I realize it’s also her act of rebellion.

She’s saying, If you want a piece of this, you’ll get what I give, and I’ll be in total control all the way.

Too bad there can only be one person in charge, and it’s me. I have a feeling she’s about to find that out tonight.

Daniela lifts her nightdress over her head and tosses it to the floor.

“You’re away, so you can’t punish me for not doing what you want,” she whispers, a smile playing on her lips that sucks the air from my lungs.

“Unless you want to call your guards to do the job? I don’t think you like giving up your power, Remo. ”

She says my name like it’s a promise. It’s enticing on the tip of her tongue, and I realize how much I like it when she says it like that.

“Remove your panties too…”

Daniela complies, sliding them down and holding them out in front of the camera. “Is this what you want?”

“Daniela…”

She stares at the camera for a moment before putting her phone down and turning on the speaker. “Okay, what do you want me to do?”

That’s more like it. “Be a good girl and get yourself wet for me. Run your fingers along your folds…tell me how it feels.”

She opens her legs wider, leaning back in the chair as she skims her fingers along her slick folds, circling and teasing. A sharp moan escapes her lips, and she twists her head away from the camera, embarrassed by how much she likes it.

“I want you to describe everything to me. Talk to me like I’m right there with you—like it’s my hands on you.”

Daniela looks back at the camera, her breath quickening. “I’m so wet right now…just for you.”

She’s a smoke show. “I’m fucking horny, princess. You have the hottest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

Daniela moans into the call, rolling her head back and clearly enjoying this erotic connection between us. “Can I slide my fingers inside now?”

“No.” As much as I want to see her lose control, I want to see her ache for it too.

My body feels like it’s on fire, but I hold back, just watching her through the screen.

I pull out my cock and stroke the head. Fuck.

This feels so damn good. ”I want to taste you so badly right now. I’m so hard for you.”

“Yeah?” Her breath comes in shaky gasps. “Remo, I need…I need this…please.”

“I don’t think you’ve been a good girl, princess. I’m going to tie you up and spank you real hard when I get back.”

“Oh yes, I think I need that,” she whispers with a hint of mischief in her voice.

“Now push two fingers inside and start moving them. Imagine it’s me who’s doing it to you.”

Like a little obedient vixen, Daniela pushes her fingers inside and starts to fuck herself.

Her moans fill the air, charging me up even more.

I pump my cock in my hand, letting it glide smoothly with my pre-come and some spit.

Daniela makes me so hard, and as she fingers herself toward a demanding orgasm, I mirror her actions. “Tell me how it feels, Daniela.”

She breathes heavily and rasps, “I feel…like it’s you touching me. And it feels so good.”

“What else do you imagine me doing?” I thrust my hips upward in my hand, pumping hard and groaning loudly.

“I want to feel your mouth between my thighs…your tongue…I want to ride your face, Remo.”

“Yes, that’s perfect.” I watch her stiffen, her body arching away from the chair as her orgasm rolls through her like a tidal wave. “You’re so beautiful when you come. God, I’m going to fuck you so hard when I see you. And punish you for being such a dirty slut and making me so damn hard.”

That sends me tumbling forward in my seat as I spew my release all over my hands and pants. Breathless, I let the aftershocks roll through me. Daniela stands, picks up the phone, and waves it playfully. “I need to go clean up, Boss.”

“You definitely should.”

She hangs up, places her phone back on the bed, and turns to look at the camera. She’s still gloriously naked and a bit angry, but in her eyes, I see a softness that wasn’t there before. A softness that makes my heart race.

Without another word, she walks toward the bathroom, and I turn off the camera for the night.