365 Days

Chapter 1 (Continued)

“The guys from Aruba want to meet with you

over that issue we talked about earlier,” Domenico

said, walking by my side. “We have to take care of

the Palermo clubs, too.”

I listened to him intently, silently making a list

of things that still needed tending to. Suddenly, it

was like everything became dark, even though my

eyes were wide open. I saw her. I blinked franti-

cally. I’d only ever seen my Mistress when I wanted to. My eyes widened, but she was already

gone. Was my condition deteriorating? Were the

hallucinations growing stronger? I needed to go

back to that i***t doctor to get examined. Later.

For now, I had to get things done. Like find the co-

caine dealer who had mysteriously disappeared.

Well, not “disappeared” per se, but the term was

the closest one that fit the situation. We were ap-

proaching the car when I saw her again. f*****g

hell, but that’s impossible! I stepped into the

parked car and nearly pulled Domenico inside

when he opened the other door.

“It’s her,” I whispered, my throat constricting. I

pointed at a girl marching down a walkway, away

from us. “It’s the girl.”

My head was spinning. I couldn’t believe my

eyes. Or maybe I was just seeing things. Losing

my mind. The car started.

“Slow down,” my younger brother said as we

were closing in on the girl. “Holy s**t,” he

breathed as we caught up with her.

My heart skipped a beat. Her head turned; she

was looking straight at me, not seeing me through

the reflective window. Her eyes, nose, her lips… It

was her—just like I’d dreamed. I reached for the

handle, but Domenico stopped me.

A muscular bald man was calling over to my

wanted to. My eyes widened, but she was already gone. Was my condition deteriorating? Were the hallucinations growing stronger? I needed to go back to that i***t doctor to get examined. Later. For now, I had to get things done. Like find the cocaine dealer who had mysteriously disappeared. Well, not disappeared per se, but the term was the closest one that fit the situation. We were approaching the car when I saw her again. f*****g hell, but that’s impossible! I stepped into the parked car and nearly pulled Domenico inside when he opened the other door.

It’s her, I whispered, my throat constricting. I pointed at a girl marching down a walkway, away from us. It’s the girl.

My head was spinning. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Or maybe I was just seeing things. Losing my mind. The car started.

Slow down, my younger brother said as we were closing in on the girl. Holy s**t, he breathed as we caught up with her.

My heart skipped a beat. Her head turned; she was looking straight at me, not seeing me through the reflective window. Her eyes, nose, her lips… It was her just like I’d dreamed. I reached for the handle, but Domenico stopped me.

A muscular bald man was calling over to my Mistress, and she turned and started walking his

way.

“Not now, Massimo.”

I sat there, paralyzed. She was right there! She

was real! I could have her, touch her. Take her

with me and spend the rest of my life with her.

“What the f**k are you doing?” I shouted.

“She’s with others. We don’t know who they

are.”

The car accelerated and I could do nothing but

stare at the fading silhouette of my Mistress.

“I’m sending people after her right now. You’ll

know who she is before we reach home. Massimo!” Domenico was saying, raising his voice. I

didn’t react. “You’ve waited so long you can wait

a couple hours more.”

I pinned him with a gaze so furious and hateful

he shrunk away. I could have killed him right

there. The quickly diminishing rational part of my

brain knew he was right, but the rest the prevalent part didn’t want to listen to a word he said.

“You have one hour,” I growled, staring dumbly

at the seat in front of me. “You have sixty f*****g

minutes to tell me who she is.”

We parked at the driveway and stepped out.

Domenico’s men immediately walked over, hand

ing him an envelope. He passed it to me, and I headed toward the library without another word. I

needed to be alone so I could wrap my head

around all this.

I sat behind my desk and tore off the upper

side of the envelope, my hands suddenly shaky. I

spilled its contents to the desktop.

“Motherfucker!” I clutched my head in disbelief

as the photos no more paintings ordered from

various artistsfinally revealed the face of my

Mistress. She had a name, a past. And a future

she had no idea about. I heard someone knocking

on the door. “Not now!” I yelled, not removing my

eyes from the photos and notes. “Laura Biel,” I

whispered, touching her face on the glossy paper.

After about thirty minutes of analyzing all the

new information, I got up from my desk and sat

down in an armchair and froze, staring at the wall.

“Can I?” Domenico asked, peeking through a

crack in the door. I didn’t react, so he entered and

sat in the other chair.

“What now?”

“We’ll bring her here,” I said numbly, not look-

ing at him. He stayed locked in place, nodding his

head slowly.

“But… how are you going to do that?” He sent me a disbelieving look, as if I were an i***t. Irritating little prick.

“You’ll go to her hotel and tell her you used to

have these visions back when you nearly died and

that’s where you saw her…” Domenico trailed off,

looking at the note lying on the table in front of

me.

Yes, I added in my head. Laura Biel, you are

mine now.

“I’ll kidnap her,” I said. There was no hesitation

in my voice. “Send people to the apartment of

that” I broke off, searching for the name of the

bald guy in my notes. “Martin. They are to find out

who he is.”

“Maybe I should ask Carlo? He’s right there,”

Domenico said.

“Good. Tell his men to get everything on the

man. I need to find a way to bring her here as

soon as possible.”

“You don’t have to look far, you know.” I shot a

glance at the door, from behind which a woman’s

voice had sounded. Domenico looked, too.

“I’m right here.” Anna, all smiles, was walking

my way in sky-high heels.

Fuck, I swore silently. I had completely for-

gotten about her.

“Well… I’ll leave you two.” Domenico grinned

stupidly, pushed himself up, and headed to the

door. “I’ll take care of that thing, and we’ll finish our business tomorrow,” he said.

The blonde approached me. With one of her

long, slender legs, she delicately spread my own.

Her scent was intoxicating, as always. A mix of s*x

and power. She drew up her revealing black silk

cocktail dress and sat astride me, pushing her

tongue into my mouth.

“Hit me,” she pleaded, biting my lip, rubbing

her c**t on the zipper of my pants. “Hard!”

She licked and bit my ear, and all I could do

was stare at the photos scattered on the table. I

pulled off my tie, which I had loosened earlier, and

got up, pushing Anna down to the floor. I turned

her around and blindfolded her with the tie. She

smiled, her tongue tracing a line over her lower

lip. She found the table with an outstretched arm,

stood up, legs spread wide, and bent over the oak

slab. She was wearing nothing under that dress. I

walked over to her and smacked her on the ass.

Hard. She yelped, head turning to the side, open-

ing her mouth wide. The sight of the photos

spread over the table and the thought that my

Mistress was so close immediately made my d**k

hard as steel.

“Oh yes,” I purred, gently rubbing her wet

snatch, keeping my eyes on the pictures of Laura. I

grabbed her by the neck, lifting her for an instant and removing all the papers she had lain over. I let

her lie over the desktop again, lifting her arms

above her head. Then I arranged the photos so

they all faced me. To possess the woman from

those pictures… There was nothing I wanted

more.

I was ready to come at once. I pulled my pants

down quickly and slid two fingers into Anna. She

moaned, squirming under my touch. Her p***y

was wet and hot and so tight. My fingers started to

circle her c**t and she grabbed the edge of the

table harder.

My left hand shot out to grab her by the neck,

and my right smacked her on the ass cheek. I felt

an inexplicable relief. I shot another glance at one

of the photos and slapped her again, even harder.

She screamed, but I hit her again and again, as if it

could really change her into Laura. Her ass was

purpling. I bent over and licked it. It was hot and

pulsating. I spread her ass cheeks and began trail-

ing my tongue around her sweet hole, visualizing

my Mistress all the time.

“Yes,” she moaned softly.

I need to have her. Laura. I need her to be mine, I

thought, straightening and impaling Anna with my

throbbing c**k. She bent her back into an arch

and then lowered herself to the wooden table, now wet with sweat. I f****d her hard, keeping my gaze

fixed on Laura. It won’t be long now. Soon, those

black eyes will look at me as she kneels before me.

“You b***h!” I clenched my teeth, feeling Anna’s

body go rigid.

I pushed myself inside her hard and aggressive,

heedless of the orgasmic waves rippling all over

her body. I didn’t care. Laura’s eyes made me want

more, but at the same time I couldn’t last any

longer. I needed to feel more. Experience everything fully. I slid my c**k out of her p***y and

slammed it into her tight ass. I heard her scream

wildly in pain and ecstasy and felt her tighten

around me. My prick exploded with c*m, but the

only thing I could see was my Mistress.

To Be Continued...