I'm not throwing away my shot

She climbed up and down on top of him and moaned so loudly you could hear it in the next room, probably upstairs and even on the other side of the house. “Exaggerated”, he thought as he analyzed every curve of the woman's body and confirmed that he was right again about her intuition. She was a slender body, with sharp curves and perfect breasts – thanks to the holy silicone – her face was pretty, lips delicate, but her voice… the moans… it was starting to irritate him. In a sudden movement, he turned her on the bed putting her on all fours and then one of her hands went up her belly, between her breasts until he found his lips. Two of her fingers invaded her mouth and Angelo muttered. "Why don't you use your little mouth for something better, dear?" Let's play something fun...if you moan, I'll stop f*****g you now and walk away, but if you can hold back...I'll give you the best orgasm of your life. It wasn't surprising when she fell silent and as promised, he continued. Her movements were fast and sometimes slow, he pressed the G-spot while his free hand caressed her body and stopped between her legs stimulating her c**t. He wanted to test her as much as he wanted to reward her, but when he saw the woman fall apart in his arms, burying her face in the pillow to hold back the moans—genuine this time—Angelo snapped again, reaching for ecstasy and seeing her. dismount on the bed. Carefully, he eased himself out of her and kissed the back of her neck in farewell. “Have a good rest, dear. She looked up, her red face still gasping for breath. "Are you... already going?" He laughed. "You didn't expect me to stay and cuddle you, did you?" Yes, he knew he expected; but in this case – unlike most times – it wasn't your fault for other people's illusions. Angelo didn't feel the slightest bit of romantic interest and didn't intend to get involved just because f*****g was interest or someone else's body was pleasurable. He was many things, but he wasn't some cretin who objectified people as bodies. Maybe like human shields, maybe like tin soldiers, but never for s*x. It disgusted him. "Why... can't you stay?" – She questioned in a sly voice – you said that… you liked my face. Angelo sighed as he pulled on his pants and approached the bed. With one hand he caressed the face of the girl who couldn't have been more than 23 years old. “Sweetheart, I like your face, but that's not going to make me cuddle with you. "So… just wanted to f**k me?" Angelo smiled and leaned over her, kissing her forehead—I'm glad you got it, sweetie. He saw her face contort into a weeping, indignant face. It was always like this, why did he even bother? — If you intend to cry, wait for me to leave. I hate to see women crying,” he muttered, pulling away from the bed and reaching for his shirt. "You really are as they say…" she played with a dismissive tone. The brunette threw back his hair with one hand and laughed. "And why would you expect anything different?" Did you happen to hear anything good about me? The sarcasm in his voice was obvious, but the girl—whose name he didn't even remember—nodded. - Yes! Angelo snorted—how weird…because I suck. With curses and screams in the background, he left the room putting on his blazer and Aura – who was sitting in one of the armchairs with a cigar, which she had obviously stolen from the house – was smoking nonchalantly. — Have you ever thought about shooting a porn movie? I think you would be fine. She mocked. "Yes, but I'm too hot for that, there wouldn't be many in the industry who could pay my price," he returned as he straightened his collar. Aura laughed—what the f**k. “b***h of luxury, little sister,” Angelo said as he took the cigar from Aura's hands and took a long time. - We will? 'Do I have any other choice?' She smiled. - No. You might be a fancy b***h in your spare time, but you're still the head of the Barone family full-time, darling. He blew out the smoke slowly as he arched his lips up in a half smile. "When am I really going to retire?" “When you shame your face and get married, have a child or adopt an orphan who is 100% loyal to you. Angelo joked—I like the orphan idea. Shall we go to the orphanage tomorrow? Aura slapped an open hand on his back. “Stop talking s**t, b***h. You would be a terrible father. Not even orphans deserve that. “What's up, little sister. They say screwed up kids make excellent parents. The brunette rolled her eyes with her arms crossed over her chest and stood up. “Let's go before he starts defecating through his mouth for real. "I love you too," he replied following her. There was a deal to be done that night, a deal that Giovanne Mazza was eager to close. Angelo rarely cared about anyone, but Giovanne was different, he was a bastard who came out of nowhere – an i***t who took over a business that Angelo intended to fail and made it so profitable that it now rivaled his own. Mazza and Barone had never gotten along, but now? Now he was one hell of a pain in the ass. It was fun when he wasn't the one to deal with or when that old Mazza came along to piss his father off; but old Mazza had f****d up Angelo's peace by leaving everything in the hands of someone as irritatingly competent as Giovanne. Angelo had tried everything he could to become an ally with the Mazza or make them part of the Barone. Subordinates, obviously; but something in Giovanne – an idiotic and presumptuous pride – did not allow him to accept her offers, however generous they were. “It's not about money,” was what he always said. “I hate that perfect androgynous face,” Angelo grumbled to himself. Aura laughed softly—if you keep cursing Giovanne like that, they'll think you have a crush on him, brother. Angelo's face turned into a grimace of displeasure. “I would have…if that break-in hadn't f****d up all my plans. “You wouldn't stand a chance anyway, I hear he's straight,” Aura scoffed. “Waste,” Angelo grumbled as he climbed into the car and opened the window to continue smoking while Aura drove. “Prejudice with straight people, how ugly. “Nothing against straight people,” Angelo joked, “I even have friends who are, I just don't understand them.