Antonio
I was standing in the balcony where not an hour ago I’d had my first taste of a p***y that should be forbidden to me. Her taste still lingered on my tongue, sweet and tangy. I hadn’t ate a p***y in last sixteen years, not since I stopped taking pleasure in the sense of that very name, I used s*x as necessary evil just to relieve the s****l energy that every man has. Now I stood with my sleeves rolled up and a cigar dangling from my fingers as my mind churned with thoughts. Thoughts that were still filled with her. I clenched my jaw wanting to banish them, they had no right to be there, all my focus should be on revenge. But since the first time I met Erica Cavanagh with her ordinary dark brown eyes, straight dark hair and lips that spewed insults and words that were filled with he
