Page 4 of Temptation
I yearn to be touched, but as soon as any man gets close, they get scared away by my overprotective big brother. Hans frightens off any potential boyfriends, so at twenty-one I’m still a virgin. Not that I’ve ever met someone I wanted to give myself to. I thought Chad might have been that person, a brief fling to get rid of my v-card, but I was so wrong on that front.
Maybe I’m destined to remain innocent and unloved, kept in a virtual cage by my own brother. I should turn around, go out that door, and follow the road home to my brother and the safety of his protection.
Yet…I hesitate with my ear pressed to the door, staring at the invitation written there.
“Come in…”
There’s a need inside me, a longing that’s drawn to whatever is happening behind the door. I’m curious and tempted and too damn tired to do anything else.
I take a deep breath and push the door open.
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LORENZO
Flesh moves against flesh, and the woman moans. One of the men slides into her and she jerks backward, her head crashing into the man behind. He leans forward and caresses her breasts, and she tilts her head back to kiss him. One of her hands reaches out and clasps the metal bars that surround the bed. Her knuckles go white as her body jerks to the man’s thrusting, her moans getting louder.
She’s building to a climax, all three of them are. Even the man doing nothing more than rubbing her chest while his dick rubs against her shoulder blades.
From my seat in the corner, I feel nothing.
Their arousal is curious to me, and I watch as a detached observer watching a nature documentary.
The woman writhes in ecstasy and I put my glass to my lips, taking a sip of chianti and wondering idly if I should tie her to the hook in the ceiling. If they were bound as well as caged, would it ignite my fire?
The woman’s face contorts as ecstasy rolls over her.
My finger taps the leather chair, and I flick a speck of lint into the shadows surrounding me. When did I become so bored of all this?
I set up the sex den in the forest to annoy my family. As the middle Berone brother, there were expectations on me that I didn’t like. My brother Carlo runs the family in the old style, the way that our father did and his father before him.
But we’re not in the old country any longer. We haven’t been for generations. Not since our great grandfather was forced out of the peninsula and loaded his family onto a boat in the dead of night. He heard the gunshots rattling through his villa as they paddled into the darkness. Gunshots that were meant for his family.
He came to America because he couldn’t go back to Italy. But my great grandmother was upset about leaving the old country, and he loved her so deeply that to make her happy, they came to a place of her choosing. The mountains of North Carolina, to remind her of the hills of Liguria where she grew up.
We must be the only Italian mafia living in the goddamn mountains. It would be a joke if it wasn’t so profitable.
My great grandfather got to work. He saw an opportunity where others saw a pretty landscape.
So here we are. We own the mountain passes. The junction between four states via high altitude mountain passes that the sleepy rangers have no interest in patrolling. They’re too busy saving tourists and looking after the bear population to worry about what we send over the borders.
And they have no idea that in the middle of their forest, where tourists flock and bears wander, I opened a sex club.
It’s by invitation only, and those that come engage in free love while I watch.
At first it was enough to watch the wealthy couples I recruit from The Lodge coupling together. But after a while, I become unsatisfied. I added multiple partners and then the cage.
Knowing I hold the only key while my willing captives do what they like to each other gives me a heady power rush. But now, as I sit in the shadows and watch the show before me, I feel nothing.
I take another sip of chianti as the trio in front of me writhe together. The woman has been flipped over onto her knees, and now the man behind her has his cock in her mouth while she parts her legs for the other man.
My eyes grow hooded, but not from desire. It’s been a long day, and I’m tired. My gaze drifts, and that’s when I see the door handle move. It opens a crack, probably one of the other guests looking for a new adventure.
But the blond head that appears in the doorway is not one of my guests. She peers around the door with a cautiousness that reeks of innocence.
Her blonde hair is wet and plastered to her face. Her blue eyes blink, adjusting to the darkness, and then go wide when she sees the trio in the cage.
Her mouth pops open in a perfect plump O.
