Blackmailed By The Ruthless Mafia Boss

CHAPTER 16~ FREAKSHOW

Julian reclined in his chair, staring at the computer in front of him with extreme focus. The beauty before his eyes was celestial; not at all of this land. Breasts as full as the blue moon outside and a bottom plump enough to fill his hands.

Soft and delicate the culprit looked, pricking at the willingness he had to watch and turning it into hunger.

He wanted her, the hardness of his d**k in his pants was a testimony to that, that and the way in which he watched every move she made with a longing he had yet to fulfill. Her hands looked so delicate gliding the soap across her skin and in a way, he wished those hands could be replaced with his. However, his would explore her body in a more intricate manner.

He also wished he could be the water that ran freely down her skin; breaching places nobody else has…wished he could be the soap in her hands, the air that surrounded her…and if he couldn’t be any of those, then he just wanted to be close. Close enough to touch and to taste those stiff, pink n*****s that his mouth watered for and to eat the fruit that laid between those smooth and flawless legs.

He yearned for her, in a way he’d seen many men yearn for death…for the torture of not being completely able to touch her however he wanted to was f*cking with his mind.

Larisa was just…she was a work of art; perfection all throughout. She made him do things that was so unlike him; things like…well things like placing camera’s all over her f*cking room so that he could see every single thing she did.

He felt like a damn freakshow. The attachment he had to her was so unhealthy, but it was one he didn’t think he could ever let go of.

Because of her, he’d left work early again, not caring about the meetings and the pile of work he had left to do. He just wanted to see her; at least briefly.

But instead of knocking on her room door like he’d planned, he ended up here in his home office, watching her shower from his desk.

His c*ck pulsed in his pants as she pushed the glass door open, stepping out into the light. Her body was wet, her breast shaking with every step she took towards the bathroom vanity. She bent over in aid of opening the cabinets, and not even god couldn’t tell him that what peeked out at him wasn’t heaven.

The beauty of that sight had his mind deluding him that he was inside of her, f*cking her in that same position; bent over with her hands against the counter as bearings and her back arched.

He closed his eyes, giving in to his imagination and as he stuck his hand into his pants to contribute to the feel of it, his phone began to ring.

A groan of frustration left his lips as he grabbed the phone from the table looking at the caller ID that read ‘Razor’. Well, of course it was him…leave it to his father to disturb him at the wrong f*cking time.

Declining that call, he slammed the phone back onto the desk and re-focused his gaze back onto the computer in front of him, quickly realizing that the cameras in the bathroom showed no signs of her. He switched to the ones in her bedroom and then to the ones in the closet, finally finding her digging through some clothes to find something to wear.

A towel she must’ve found in the vanity cabinet was wrapped around her body, hiding it away from him and of course he wasn’t very pleased about that.

Nonetheless, he continued to watch as she tousled the clothes in frustration until she finally found a shorts. She threw it over her shoulder, plucked a blouse up from what she had dug through, and took a panty from the drawer before walking over to stand closer to the mirror.

The towel dropped, and in his eyes, it fell to her feet in slow motion, revealing what he could only describe as ethereal. Her hourglass figure was alluring, tugging at the strings of his heart and the veins in his c*ck.

God…! He just wanted to f*ck her into oblivion.

His hand reach into his pants again, and unsurprisingly, that’s when his phone started to ring again. He pulled his hand out and this time when he picked up the phone, he accepted the call. “Can you give me a minute? I’m trying to break a f*cking nut, dad!”

“You can do that tomorrow, however, what you can’t do tomorrow is meet up with Fernando Aiello. How could you forget about such an important meeting? He just called me, said he called your business number and couldn’t get through to you. Do you know what disrespecting this man means?”

“F*ck…” Julian clamped the computer in front of him shut, keeping it open would only distract him from what was important because how could he really forget about that meeting? Damn! “I left my business phone at the office, I was in a rush to leave. Tell him I’ll be there in a moment, and please make up a plausible excuse as to why I’m late.”

“Julian, you’d better not f*ck this up, you know how these Italian are…they think they’re better than you because you’re half-breed and the slightest thing you do that they deem disrespectful could end up in a war. He’s your cousin, but family means absolutely nothing to them.”

“I know, I know…I’ll do my best to entertain the f*ckers. Now stop nagging me so I can actually get ready to go and just so you know, if this meeting goes the opposite of how we planned it, then I’m ready for a war…regardless of who they are.”

“Yes, bu~”

Before he could finish, Julian hung up in his ears and stood to his feet, dropping the phone in his pocket. His father talked too much some of the times and this was one of those times.

Sighing, he walked around the desk and out the door, passing Larisa’s room as he walked towards his. He’d come home early to see her, and without even speaking to her, he had to leave.

His attachment to her didn’t like that at all, and perhaps that was why the sudden thought of bringing her along with him had him stopping in his track.

He looked towards her door, the meet up was at a club and moreover, it was nothing dangerous, just a family reunion…his cousins would probably want to see future wife…

A smirk slid across his lips as he backtracked to her door, knocking twice.

He could hear shuffling from the inside, steps and then he could hear the door knob twisting. As the door slowly opened and she peeked through the crack at him, his heart felt lighter; like a feather in chest and beating uncontrollably. “Hello…?”

Her voice sounded so timid and sweet; she had the voice of an angel. “I’m taking you out, you have fifteen minutes to get ready. Put on something sexy, something that compliments your figure. We’re going to the club, Larisa…I don’t want to see to you in anything that passes your knees.”

“But why…? I don’t~”

“You’re coming with me, little reporter, I don’t care about what you have to say. Get ready and do it quickly please…I’m in a rush.”