Venice Vampyr - The Beginning

Swallowing hard, he pushed his luck further. “I like to take a woman from behind like an animal.”


Was he hallucinating, or was the pillow she was holding sliding lower to reveal the top of her breasts?

“So you can get really deep?” Her pink tongue emerged to trace her lower lip. “I like deep.”

His legs carried him closer to the bed. “I like to tie my women up so they are at my mercy.”

Her hand pushed the pillow further down, revealing one nipple to his hungry gaze. Shocked, he stared at her face. Could he shock her with nothing? “There are times when I enjoy having somebody else watch me while I fuck my woman.”

“Who would you like to watch us?” she asked, her voice low and seductive.

Had she said “us?” Lorenzo felt sweat build on his brow. “A male friend.”

“Would he want to join in?”

Knowing Nico, he would, but would Lorenzo want him to? They’d shared women before, but would he want to share Bianca? Hell, what was he even saying? She wasn’t his mistress, and she wouldn’t become his mistress. Under no circumstances whatsoever!

“Listen, Signorina Greco, I didn’t mean—” His next words got stuck in his throat as she moved the pillow and threw it to the foot of the bed, exposing her naked body to him, her legs still spread open, her cunt still glistening from his saliva and her juices.

His brain stopped functioning. Mistress meant sex. Daily sex, hourly sex. Sex whenever he wanted it, without even having to leave the house, without having to go through the whole process of flirting with a woman or without negotiating a purchase.

Lorenzo’s gums itched as his sensitive nose filled with her arousal.

“As my mistress you’ll live here with me. My house, my rules.”

“Rules?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Two rules. Rule one: we sleep during daytime, and the curtains stay closed.”

“And rule two?”

“I’ll take you whenever and wherever I want, and you won’t refuse me.”

She looked him up and down, then zeroed in on the massive bulge that tented his trousers. Licking her lips, she purred like a kitten. “Would you like me to try out for the position now?”





Chapter Six




Bianca knew she’d gone completely mad. His proposal was indecent at best, and no woman in her right mind would have ever accepted it. Unfortunately, she was also desperate. She needed to stay in the house to continue her search, and her ploy of the grieving daughter hadn’t softened his heart enough to let her stay.

Now she would stay as his mistress. And maybe that would award her enough freedom to move around the house as she pleased. As long as she pleased him, he probably wouldn’t care what she did in the remaining time as long as she kept her real agenda hidden. And if Bianca had learned one thing as a courtesan, it was how to please a man. Lorenzo wouldn’t have any complaints, and by the time he tired of her and wanted to move on, she would be long gone anyway. Treasure in hand.

Bianca watched him as he quickly discarded his clothes and joined her in bed. His eyes swept over her as if he couldn’t decide where to start. He looked like a kid who’d received too many presents for Christmas. It appeared that she needed to help him make a decision.

Bianca traced her palm over his cheek and guided his head to her. “Kiss me,” she whispered in her most seductive tone and brushed her lips to his. “And then my body is yours to do with as you please.” And only her body. It was all she would give him. This wasn’t any different from what she’d done before. For a few more days, she would be somebody’s courtesan, but soon, she’d be her own master and make her own decision. Soon.

His lips were firm as he pressed against her. Then they softened, and suddenly his lips parted, and his tongue swept over her mouth, nudging between the seam of her lips, asking for entry. The moment his tongue slid into her mouth and explored her, she lost all coherent thought. She’d never been kissed like this, not with such fervor, such masterful strokes that left no area unexplored, no corner unclaimed. His mouth all but devoured her as if he was trying to commit her taste to memory to be recalled at will. Relentlessly, Lorenzo tangled with her tongue, licked against her teeth, delved deep into her as if testing the limits of what she would allow. All she could do was cling to him, her arms clutching to his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh for fear she’d lose her grip on him.