Bellisima Princessa

Part 3

Mariano's POV:

I adjusted my cuff links. I had just finished working out and hitting the shower. It was around 5 o'clock. Every other night, I would head down to the VIP section of the bar. It was where she was. Her long, curly hair. I could imagine wrapping my fingers around it, as I pulled her head back. Her voluptuous ass would rest against me, and her back would arch. She would beg me for more. 

But I would never give it to her.

She was a work of art, and I wanted to be the creator. She could be Mona Lisa, but only if I could paint her. Her eyes, ones that she thought were puddles of mud, were beautiful. They signified secrets. They screamed  for me to save her. Her figure, ever beautiful, was one of a goddess. Her ass was a movie that one could never get tired of. She should win the Grammy for best motion picture. Even the slightest of movements would  The curvature of her breasts were always so beautiful in that tight v-neck shirt she wore. When she worked hard, her sweat became as droplets of water on her ample chest. She would move, and they would bounce incessantly.

I headed to my bathroom to get the lotion and some tissues. I took a deep breath as I began to undo my belt. Looks like I won't be going in as early as I thought I was.

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The next day:

I played with the knife in my hand. This could do some serious damage. It could bring serious pain.

Or it could bring serious pleasure.

I picked up my phone and dialed Kevin. He would be of great use today. He picked up immediately. He knew not to deny my calls. There would be a grave punishment for the ones who dared. I brushed my hand through my hair. "Bring me Junior's file. Trova anche la sua famiglia. Voglio sapere tutto sulla sua vita."

After the call ended, I sat in my office. As I twisted the ring of my lion, I was thinking about the beauty that would be right downstairs in a few hours. I so badly wanted to punch every fucker that ever looked her way. Sometimes I did, but if I was to punch all of them, I would never have any customers. There were men that fantasized about her every night they came. She doesn't know it, but she is the reason why we are the town's only five star bar. Her beauty is astounding, and she is like a beautiful sun exposed goddess. Her hips needed no child to bear, but the thought of my seed affecting her stomach to the point of expansion was overwhelming. Her smile was exuberant, and it quite often lightened up a darkened room. 

"Fuck," I groaned as I rubbed my face to clear my thoughts. The last one that was left was resounding, as I was not a patient man.

Her beautiful smile should be directed at no male other than me. I needed to make her mine, and soon. 

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Translation:

"Trova anche la sua famiglia. Voglio sapere tutto sulla sua vita." 

"Also find his family. I want to know everything about his life."

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