Page 21 of The Devil's Touch
Home.
That word seemed to carry a lot more weight to it these days.The presence of a blonde-haired woman in my home made me look forward to getting home no matter what these days.The void that existed in the house for years and morphed it into a place where I slept had cleared off.It was replaced by something else, something warm that I knew only her presence had the power of evoking.
And I knew home wasn’t a place.It was a person.That person was Silvana.Silvana was my home.
The thoughts lingering on my mind cleared off like a fog when the tall brick walls of the Chateau came into view.The gates beeped open, and the car drove into the vast compound, heading straight for the parking lot.My bodyguard, Adriano, swiftly got the door open, stepping aside so that I could alight.
“Do you need me to do anything else, boss?”Adriano’s cold, distant gaze met mine.
“You can head home tonight.I won’t be needing you,” I replied.
He threw me a curt nod.I didn’t wait for his response before I spun around.Adriano had been working with me for almost five years now.Let’s just say working for me wasn’t exactly what he’d have chosen at first.
He was a victim of betrayal from the last people he expected it from.Adriano was meant to take out the enemy, but it turned out that the people he trusted the most were planning to eliminate him because he knew too much.I was his lifeline the night he almost lost his life.I saved him, and since then, he had pledged to serve me for the rest of his life.
The house was silent, save for the shuffling of feet of the maids moving around.A frown immediately dented my features when I glanced around and couldn’t find a mane of blonde hair lurking anywhere.
“Good evening, Don,” a maid murmured, bowing.
“Where’s my—” I paused, not knowing what to call her.“Where is the lady of the house?”I asked her.
“In her room.I think she’s taking a bath.”
I strode past her, heading for her wing, not caring about the streaks of blood on my sleeve, not caring about how I didn’t want her to see me like this.
The door that led to her room slowly creaked open as I pushed it back.My gaze darted to the queen-size bed.It was neatly laid with a thick white robe lying on it.I made my way to the bathroom, since the maid reported that she was having a bath.
By God, I wanted to sink to my knees so badly and worship the ground she walked on when I got to the large, ensuite vintage bathroom.I halted, my jaw clenching and unclenching.Blood rushed to my cock, thickening it until it felt a little too hard.
Outside the four walls of this bathroom, I was the Don of the Sicilian Mafia.I was the devil.I was the destroyer who hunted his enemies down.I was the monster that people feared.The myth, the legend, the most fearsome of them all.But here, with this woman, I was just a man, consumed by an obsession that seemed to grow darker and more intense as each day passed.I was a man who was completely undone by a blonde-haired woman.
The pink bubbles that filled up the tub shielded her body from my hungry gaze.She hadn’t noticed me.She was engrossed in the cheesy rom-com book she was reading, hair cascading down her back in lush blonde locks, thick lashes fluttering now and then, plump lips parting lightly as blood rushed to her cheeks.The adorable grin on her face wrapped around my neck like a fucking noose and I almost found my lips twitching.
Fucking adorable.All mine.
She stirred, looking up from the book in her hands.The smile on her face didn’t falter.It fucking softened, cracking my chest wide open.
“Dom,” she murmured, her sultry voice curling around my chest, tugging at my heartstrings.
“Mia Cara.”
She swallowed.Her eyes drifted away from mine, going somewhere else.My cuffs.I shifted, waiting for the look of fear, or disgust to cross her face but there was none.
“I’ll take this off and join you.”
“No,” she refuted sternly.“Come here,”
I didn’t think a day would come when I’d start taking orders from someone.But Silvana wasn’t just anyone.She was mine.My undoing.My destruction.My redemption.
I found myself dragging my feet towards her.Silvana rose out of the water once I got to her.Those olive-green eyes didn’t leave mine the whole time.They took a more seductive shade as her wet fingers reached for my buttons, slowly undoing them.The wetness of her fingers sent heat unraveling on my skin, shortening my breath.She slowly tucked her lips between her teeth, shrugging my shirt off my body.
The shirt pooled on the floor.
Her fingers found my fly next, undoing it.Then, she pulled down my briefs, freeing my thick, hard cock.I stepped out of my trousers, kicking them aside and getting in the water with her.Our chests brushed, her hardened nipples teasing my chest, eliciting a moan from her.
The moment I settled into the tub, I pushed her body up against mine, dragging her ass up against my cock.I groaned, tossing my head back slightly.She moaned, resting her head on my chest.My fingers teasingly glided around the slopes of her perky breasts as I breathed in the head-turning scent emitting from her hair.
“Luciano,” she breathed.“Tell me about him.”
