The Mafia's Deadly Love game

CHAPTER NINE - A WEB OF DESIRE

Valeria retired to one of the rooms in the lakeside mansion, sobbing and cursing the day she met Leonardo, yet still trying to decipher why he had mistreated her. Was there something off in the way I approached him? she thought. She knew she had started out the usual way, but still, the thought of Leonardo gripping her neck had never occurred to her. He had caught her off guard. She was only angry and ranted as usual, and most times, he shut her up with kisses.

She immediately hurried to the dressing mirror to check for any injury, recalling how painful it had felt when he grasped her neck. She examined her throat, trying to capture any slight markings on it, but she saw nothing. Yet, she could swear she had felt his nails piercing through the cartilage of her neck.

Despite her terrible experience with him, she knew she was still willing to succumb if Leonardo came knocking. This was the reason she hadn’t actually left—she had rather stayed back, hoping he would come and make it up to her.

Valeria’s urge arose again as she recalled what her intimate moments with Leonardo felt like. She needed to feel his warmth again. A tingling sensation tickled through her, levitating a gentle tension around her genital area as intrusive erotic thoughts filled her mind.

One fateful evening, after Valeria closed a huge deal on Leonardo’s behalf at the Bahamas Island, she retreated to the mansion as usual to celebrate with him—after an earlier celebration at the cartel's headquarters.

No sooner had she arrived, still drunk from the party, than both of them found themselves ravaging and devouring one another in Leonardo’s master bedroom. Her breath quickened with every stroke Leonardo drove through her. She was revolving in an ecstatic realm, trying to get hold of every sensual feeling surging through her veins.

Leonardo was like a beast in the way he unleashed a feral passion—his movements wild and unbridled, yet somehow perfectly in sync with her own desires. She was lost in a sea of sensation, her body awash with pleasure as he continued to drive her wild until she reached a certain height of…

Thud-Thud-Thud!

A loud, insistent sound hit the door. Valeria’s reverie was unexpectedly interrupted by a knock. She opened her eyes to find herself lying on the side of a sprawling, grand-size bed with a sturdy wooden frame.

“Ma’am, can you hear me?” the housekeeper called out.

Valeria was vexed. She had thought it was Leonardo knocking, probably to patch things up with her. Unfortunately, it was the housekeeper—whom she despised the most. Sometimes, she wondered why Leonardo still kept her employed, despite her aging and frail appearance.

It angered her even more to realize the housekeeper had interrupted her recollections. She hissed angrily and opened the door.

“What!” she screamed wildly.

The housekeeper stood still, maintaining her poise. She wasn’t surprised by Valeria’s animalistic behavior. She knew Valeria despised her—the way she casually mistreated her, called her all sorts of names, and regarded her as nothing more than a slave.

“I wanted to inform you that I have made lunch. The dining table has been set,” she said, waiting for Valeria’s usual demeaning response.

“What poison have you prepared this time?” Valeria sighed.

The housekeeper was right—Valeria was definitely going to say something derogatory. But she cared little about her tantrums.

“We shall be having grilled shrimp ceviche for dessert,” the housekeeper finalized before walking out.

“Who is ‘we’? I don’t dine with witches!” Valeria shrieked.

“The boss will be dining with us. He is already at the table,” the housekeeper added.

Valeria stopped in her tracks, thinking it through. She couldn’t believe Leonardo had sent for her to have lunch. She fumed again.

This wasn’t what she wanted. She wasn’t here to dine with him like some hungry beggar. And why was she even vexed about it anyway? Maybe he would slide her into his room, and then they would make out—just like she had hoped.

Here she was, craving his attention, and the moment she was being called up, she was still second-guessing his moves. Leonardo was very calculative with his decisions. She needed to think it through. It’s either he’s trying to get me to talk about business over lunch, or he’s trying to seduce me back in again.

She heaved a deep sigh, then banged the door angrily as she walked back into the room.

Back in the room, her heart pulsates as she recalls again how that fateful evening had ended. She had been exhausted from the five-hour-long flight back to Nevada.

That night, as Leonardo consumed her, she had reached a certain height of bliss—her body surrendering to the intense pleasure that had been building inside her. The long ten-hour flight had left her drained, but Leonardo's skilled touch had ignited a spark within her, slowly kindling a fire that spread throughout her entire being.

Her muscles had begun to relax, releasing the tension that had accumulated. The bliss had felt like a warm wave washing over her, soothing her frazzled nerves.

It had felt as if her body had been teleported to a state of deep relaxation, her muscles melting into the mattress like wax.

At that moment, she felt completely weightless and free. The only thing that had existed was the sensation of pleasure—a sensation that had seemed to reverberate deep within her very core.

As the orgasm had subsided, she had felt rejuvenated, refreshed, and renewed. The exhaustion of the flight had been forgotten, replaced by a sense of calm and serenity that lingered long after the pleasure had faded.

Valeria became restless after so many recollections. She needed to feel that way again, but joining Leonardo for lunch wouldn’t actually solve it—would it?

Arrgh! That old hag would be dining with Leonardo too. Arrgh! She hated the way Leonardo treated the house keeper—more like a family member than a maid, she thought, contemplating what to do next.