Saved By Him

Chapter 29

Valentino Moretti

In life, things don't always go the way you expect it to go.

Things change. People lives' change.

For instance - my life has changed.

When I first learnt of Isabella's identity, the plan I formed was simple. Use her to find where Alexander is, get my revenge by killing that motherfucker, and then discard her so she can live her own life.

Simple right?

Well it was before I fingered a certain brunette who has been on my mind non-stop. Her emerald eyes glistening at me everytime I close my own.

I grip onto the edge of the sink as the feeling of my fingers plunging inside her sweet pussy returns; the way her soft ass felt perfect against my palm. Her beautiful moans and gasps sending sensations directly to my groin.

"Fucking hell" I mutter, looking down at the large bulge in my pants which was starting to become painful each second I ignored it.

I really never expected this girl to have a more of an effect on me, than she did when I first laid eyes on her in the alley.

And I fucking hated every part of it.

The bathroom of this motel room was very low standard, not to mention extremely cheap. Though I didn't care where we stayed, since we were only going to be here until morning.

The sink was really low too, though not normally recommended it was convenient for me in this situation. Standing level at it, I undo my pants' buttons before lowering it slightly.

Reaching into my boxers I pull out my throbbing dick. Spitting on my hand, I wrap it around my length before sliding it up and down.

This woman was truly messed up. First she takes a brownie from a stranger being well aware that it was drugged. And then she decides to torment me with her horny behaviour, making me become darkly tempted in the process.

The worst of it wasn't even entering the room on her touching herself and hearing her heavy breaths, which on sight made my groin twitch.

No, it was when she complied with my demand and seductively pulled down her panties revealing her lower body, before turning over and positioning herself on all fours.

And I could swear that was the first time in my era of ruling the Italian mafia, that I was forced to hold back. Restrain myself from doing unthinkable things of which I dreamed about, right then and there to her fucking beautiful body.

I never missed the way she purposely arched her back, only making my jaw clench with desire and restraint.

I had to take a moment to breathe before allowing myself to touch her so I could control myself.

I wasn't a rapist - or had the personality of such a man - to pleasure myself using her high body. And I wasn't planning on becoming so in that moment either, which was why I made sure to only do the minimum she needed to rid her of her pain, so she could sleep better.

Little did I know that just by doing a small act of fingering her, I would become horny and hard in the process.

I mean it had been a while since I got laid. I haven't had sex since before meeting Isabella for the first time, which was the longest time I've ever abstained from it.

I remember trying to have sex a couple of times back in Italy, and a flashback of seeing Isabella watch me kiss a blonde girl whilst entering my room hits me.

Her facial expression was sour, but I didn't know if it was because she was simply annoyed by the sight or if she was jealous. For some reason, I had secretly hoped it was the latter.