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Leo

Today I am in a bad mood. Yesterday I found out that Marco has been lying to me.

Ever since I found Katherine all those years ago, living with a man I now know is her father, I have had Marco monitor her.

Or so I thought. It seems Marco has decided that Katherine isn't the woman for me, so he has been withholding information from me and not monitoring her as I had asked. I am now questioning his loyalty.

To top that off, more of our cargo has been intercepted and stolen while crossing the ocean.

Many men have been murdered in the process.

Today was our biggest loss. Twenty loyal men have been slaughtered for the sake of a million euros’ worth of cocaine.

However, it’s not really the product or the money value that interests me or the thieves; it’s the power.

They have stolen and got away with the Guerras’ cargo.

But not for long. I will have their heads on sticks.

Unfortunately, we aren’t much closer to discovering who these wannabes are.

But we have found out that whoever is responsible is hacking into our IT system.

This is how they get their information. At first I thought it was the Martelés.

But after seeing the blood bath today, I know it is not their work.

It’s too chaotic. The Martelés have been in this game for generations.

They are organised and precise like ourselves.

These people are animals. Now that we know where their information comes from, we have set up a trap.

We will be waiting. I have the best IT specialists money can buy.

I will show them nobody steals from the Guerras.

Throughout the day, my fury escalates; my mind is racing, and my heart pounds in my chest. I feel like I’m letting my father and the Guerras down.

So much guilt and frustration. But as soon as the front door opens, it disappears.

Katherine is laughing with my mother. They are a little tipsy, each wearing the biggest smile.

My mother hasn’t smiled like this since before my brother died.

Her smile reaches her eyes, and it’s genuine joy.

Katherine stumbles. My reaction is instant.

I hold her in my arms as she regains her footing.

My mother is still beaming with happiness as she watches us.

Katherine changes for dinner, and my day's trauma is soon forgotten. A black dress perfectly hugs the curves of her toned body. Something has changed in her tonight. It seems like she is flirting with me. She has sobered up a little since she arrived, but maybe it’s still the alcohol controlling her.

Her dress asks for attention. An intentional decision, I’m sure.

I had wondered if I was a little harsh last night, but it seems all is forgiven—my mother’s interference, I presume.

I listen to her make small talk while Alga serves our meal.

Not missing her subtle flirtatious actions, I play dumb.

When she pushes out her chest, I look down and take a mouthful of food.

When her hand slightly brushes mine, I move it to lift my glass.

I reply to her questions with one-word answers.

The frustration starts to build inside her.

The amusement threatens to show itself on my face, but I manage to keep it blank.

“Shall we have a drink outside, as it’s a beautiful evening?” Katherine suggests.

“I’ve got some work to do, but you go ahead.”

Her face is thunder. She stands up from the table and throws her napkin down. “I’m going to bed.”

I let myself chuckle now she has left the room. I give her a few minutes and follow her into our bedroom.

She’s surprised to see me. I close the door behind me and walk over to her. I’d guess that she’s been pacing up and down in frustration. With each stride I take, she takes one step back until her back is against the wall. I continue walking until my body is against hers.

I bang the palm of my hand on the wall above her head. She jumps a little.

“What is the matter, Katherine?”

“Nothing.” She turns her head away from me.

With my other hand, I take her jaw and gently turn it back to face me. I hold her gaze. “Do not lie to me. What is it you want?”

“You.” She replies through a gasp.

She doesn’t need to tell me again. My mouth connects with hers; she opens up for me.

Her body melts into mine. It’s like an explosion of old and new.

She still tastes how I remember, sweet like a pineapple, her lips soft and plump.

But there’s a new confidence in her movements.

Without separating our mouths, I lift her so she can wrap legs around me, and I carry her to the bed.

After laying her down, I stand back and take in her beauty.

I remove my T-shirt and throw it aside. Katherine’s eyes roam my body.

She clearly likes what she sees. Crawling up to her, I take in her scent.

Our mouths connect again, both equally hungry for each other.

Her hands find my head and pull gently on my hair.

Our bodies rock into each other, desperate for release.

That won’t be happening anytime soon. I have waited a long time for this.

Plus, I told her I would make her beg, and beg she will.

Guerras always keep their promises. I am about to show her just how much of a Guerra I am and how she will obey her husband.

Katie

My body is on fire. His touch is electric. It’s like he is a pianist, and I am a piano. He knows just what key to press, how hard to press it. My mind and body are no longer mine; I can’t resist him anymore.

He breaks our kiss; I miss him instantly until his lips move to my neck and down to my chest, kissing and tasting me as he goes. Moving down to my hips, he wastes no time in lifting my dress to my waist.

Sitting up to admire the small lace thong, he instructs, “Take them off. Show me how much you want me.”

I comply immediately.

“Open wider,” he growls like a predator.

The sound makes my hips buck. I need a release.

“You really do want me, don’t you?”

“Yes. Please come here.” I need to feel him on me.

“Not yet. I want to taste your impatience. Lie back. Do not move.”

His mouth connects with my clit, and I’m surprised it’s not all over then. I’ve never been so desperate for anyone before. He’s like this mixture of familiarity and comfort, danger and excitement. The sounds that come from my mouth surprise me. The growls Leo makes vibrate, adding to the sensation.

A little nip with his teeth, and I’m gone—no doubt alerting the whole house to my pleasure.

As my orgasm calms, Leo does not. He continues massaging with his tongue.

I’m so sensitive now that the way he flicks it has me bucking my hips.

I feel the tips of his fingers join in, gently sliding up and down between my folds until I cry out.

“Ahhhh! Oooh.” More pleasure fills me. Never have I ever had two orgasms so close together. I didn’t think it was possible, but here we go again. I’m seeing stars, and tingles ripple through me; it’s even better than the first.

“Leo, please—come here.”

I need him in me now. I need his mouth on mine and his cock inside me. Leo ignores me and continues his work as if he hadn’t just given me the two most amazing orgasms of my life. I can’t take it much longer; I wiggle and squirm beneath him.

“Please, Leo, I need you inside me.”

He continues, ignoring my plea .

“Leo… please….” I can barely speak with the euphoria.

This time he looks up, fingers still inside me as he says, “What do you want, Kat-er-een?”

“You…. Please, I need… you… inside.”

He smiles. “I told you, you would beg for me.”

Normally I’d be bothered by his smug face, knowing he was right, but at this moment in time, all I want is his—

Oh my god. HUGE!

Leo has removed his pants, and his heavy cock stands upright in front of me. Wow .

I pull my dress over my head and unclip my bra.

“On your knees.”

I do as he says and feel him climb up the bed and kneel between my legs.

“Lift your ass and lower your shoulders.”

I do, but obviously, not well enough, as a slap stings my bum. Wow, that was hot. I bend more deeply into position.

“Good girl.” He rubs and soothes the area he just slapped.

The tip of his cock presses into my entrance. Slowly he stretches me as his head crowns. He wraps my hair around his fist and pulls it slightly and lifts my head.

“Tell me again what you want.”

“You, Leo, I want you!” I cry as he quickly fills me like I’ve never been filled before.

“You feel that, Katherine? We were made for each other.”

Oh my, do I feel that! It’s incredible, the sensation of our bodies combined as one. Leo doesn’t hold back; I didn’t think he could go much deeper, but with each thrust, he does, and each time I’m closer and closer to orgasm number three. How does he do it?

“Come with me, Katherine!” His voice is raspy. He’s ready.

I let go, feeling myself clench around him. We both explode together. The noises he makes and the way I feel make me want to cry. I slump down onto the bed in an emotional wreck. Leo does the same, his body covering mine.

“You were amazing.”

His whisper makes me smile. Not that I did much to contribute, but I take the compliment anyway. After a few minutes of him smelling my hair and nibbling my ear, he removes himself and goes to the bathroom. I feel cold and empty in his absence, but I am too exhausted to move.

A few moments later, I’m being lifted off the bed and placed into a warm bubble bath.

Leo gets in, too, and places me on his lap.

He lathers up a sponge and gently washes my body.

I close my eyes as he massages my shoulders.

I’m in heaven. After he’s finished, Leo helps me out of the bath and wraps me in a big fluffy towel.

We get into bed, and I settle on my side with my teddy, Snuggly.

“No, you sleep with me.” He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me in to spoon position with him behind me.

It feels good. Secure. I don’t think I’ve ever been near anyone so dangerous, yet I feel the safest I ever have. Exhausted, I’m soon asleep.

When I wake, the bed is empty. There’s a text from Leo on my phone, saying he will be back for lunch. Breakfast is laid out for me when I enter the kitchen.

“I hope you don’t mind; I know you don’t like to eat alone in the dining room, so as Mr. Guerra is out, I thought you might like to eat in here?” Alga looks worried, as if she may have done something wrong.

Quickly, I put her at ease. “Thank you, Alga; yes, I would much prefer to eat in here with you both.”

Sergio is also in the kitchen, preparing something delicious as usual .

“There’s an awful lot. Will you both join me?”

They both look at me.

“We’ve already eaten, but thank you for your kind offer.” Alga declines.

Choosing the avocado and the smoked salmon, I make a bagel while chatting to the pair as they work.

They tell me about their daughter, who is about my age.

She has just qualified as a doctor. They are extremely proud, and listening to them talk about her is lovely.

She has her graduation ceremony at the weekend; they’re both extremely excited to see her wearing her cap and gown.

Alga is worried they will embarrass her in front of her peers, but I assure them they definitely won’t.

I imagine they’ve worked very hard to get her to where she is.

It makes me think of my parents, and I’m filled with homesickness.

The front door opens and closes, bringing me out of my thoughts. I hear the click of high heels on the marble floor. Interested to see who our visitor is, I go into the hallway and find Mia looking around.

“Hello, can I help you?”

Mia jumps, surprised to see me. “I’m looking for Marco, not that it’s any of your business.”

I really don’t like this woman.

“I’m sorry, I vaguely remember meeting you before, but I have forgotten your name?” I say, even though I haven’t.

“It’s Mia,” she reminds me displeased.

“Mia—ahh, yes. Do you always let yourself into other people's homes without knocking?” I fold my arms across my chest.

She scowls back at me. “I’m always welcome here; I’m practically family.”

“Well, as I live here now, I would greatly appreciate it if you would knock in the future.”

“Ha, I don’t think that is necessary. You are forgetting your place.”

My blood boils.

“No, I think you are forgetting yours, Mia. I am Mrs.-Guerra-to-be, and I am sure my fiancé, Mr. Guerra, would agree that we don’t want just anyone walking into our home where we may be in situations that we don’t want people to see. Do you understand?”

She’s furious. Her left eye starts to twitch. I have to contain my laugh. I can hear sniggers coming from the kitchen. No doubt Alga and Sergio are listening.

“I will speak to Leo about you,” she spits.

“Please be my guest, but remember to knock when you do.”

I swear I see steam coming out of her nose. Before she can say anything in return, Marco appears from Leo’s office.

“Ladies.”

“Chi crede di essere?” Who does she think she is? Mia mutters to Marco. Who does she think she is?

Marco turns to me and smirks.

“A Guerra.” He winks at me, then escorts Mia out.

Ha, silly cow.