Page 2 of Twisted Knight

She cried out with every ruthless thrust. I closed my eyes, grunting, losing myself in the moment.

I came hard and as soon as I was done, I stood up as the now familiar wave of self-loathing filled me.

I discarded my condom and zipped my pants, smoothing my features before turning toward her.

“You took acting lessons?” I asked, lighting a cigarette, looking at her lying on the bed with a little satisfied smile on her face.

She gave me a half smile. “You’re not supposed to smoke in here.”

I snorted. “I’m sure Genevieve will let that one slide.”

Genevieve Dupont, the Madame ofThe Rectory, owed thefamigliaa lot for so many things; we were basically kings here.

She extended her hand. “Then give me a smoke. I think I earned it.”

I extended her the cigarette; she took a puff. “And yes, I did take some classes. A lot of guys are into the same things as you are. Your kinks are not that special. The only thing that is different here is that I have a hard time pretending I’m not coming with you because your big dick really hit my G-spot.”

I nodded, grabbing the cigarette back from her. There was a difference between those guys and me. For them it was just a kink, an itch to scratch, some rough play they couldn’t bring home to the wife, but for me it was different.

I was a monster, a sick bastard. For me it was the only way to get it up, her screams and her fighting that made me come.

I got out a wad of bills out of my pocket and threw five hundred dollars on her nightstand.

She looked at the money and threw me a sultry look. “The going rate is three hundred fifty dollars.”

I shrugged, grabbing my jacket from the red velvet chair in the corner. “Bonus for all your hard work.”

Elodie was the only prostitute at The Rectory that enjoyed the fight and the all non-con play so she was the only woman I picked because contrary to popular belief, I didn’t want to hurt women or traumatize them; that was the last thing I wanted to do, despite the monster lurking under the surface, the evil running in my blood… I never wanted to hurt them. It just seemed to be the only way for me to work my cock.

I might have been Mafia, but I still had a conscience, some sort of moral compass—admittedly a misdirected one sometimes, but I lived by my rules.

“Coming back to see me soon?” she asked sultrily, opening her legs in an invitation to repeat what we’d just done.

I sighed. I knew it was going to come eventually; she was misconstruing my repeated visits for attraction or even worse… affection. The only reason I picked her every time was because she enjoyed the depravity instead of enduring it as the others would. How she looked or who she was didn't matter at all to me.

“I’m quite busy,” I replied evasively. It was not a lie; my consigliere job was taking a lot of time, especially since Cassie, Luca’s wife and my sister at heart, was getting closer to her due date.

Luca was more and more the doting husband and future father than capo these days, and I was making sure I didn't let something slip. I had their backs—always.

Plus, I didn’t enjoy sex like that. No, truly I didn’t; it was just the only way I could. It was a part of me I hated. I’d be celibate if I could, like Luca did for over two years, but I was not Luca, and my dick sometimes got the better of me despite how shitty and disgusted I felt afterward. That was why I tried to limit my visit to once a month.

“You’re an important man.” She nodded before sighing and stretching, flaunting her erect nipples to my face. “What if you moved me to your home? You could have me any way you want, every night.”

I let out a low chuckle. “You couldn’t handle me every night.” I was much too rough, much too violent just… too much.

She winked at me. “You’d be surprised.”

I was just done with this conversation. I wanted to go home and be with my circle, my family.

“I’ll see you around,” I said, adjusting my jacket.

I didn’t look back at her as I exited the room and walked down the corridor full of doors to other rooms. No matter the pretense of luxury, The Rectory was nothing more than a brothel, but one that valued secrecy above all else and one that will always be here—too many powerful men were part of this exclusive club.

I reached the underground parking and climbed in my gray Porsche 718 Boxster, the only extravagant expense I ever made with the Mafia money I made.

As soon as I turned on my phone, I was assaulted by texts, mostly from Cassie sweet-talking me into stopping at the fast-food joint on my way home.

She had the weirdest cravings during her pregnancy and Luca was all about health kicks. If she shamelessly begged me for that, it was clearly because her husband, my capo, refused but I was a sucker for that woman and even if I knew Luca would shit a brick I was going to stop for her extra-large fries, her burger with extra pickles, and her chocolate milkshake… consequences be damned.

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