The Revenge

I stand up quickly, absentmindedly throwing a handful of bills down for the barman, who scurries to collect them all. Daniel and Katya watch me leave, and I pick my phone up, dialing my right-hand man.

“Roses, Champagne, and music. Now.”

My wishes will be carried out immediately, no questions asked.

I don’t know how he does it so fast, but when I arrive at my room, the strong scent of freshly cut roses greets me, and at least four bottles of Champagne sit in ice buckets around the room.

I shrug off my jacket, pushing the sleeves of my shirt up roughly. The music is classical, my favorite.

Katya arrives five minutes later.

Fuck me, she is beautiful.

“Come in,” I say, holding the door open.

“Thank you,” she whispers, dropping her fur stole onto the chair beside her, and her eyes widen with delight.

I walk toward her, examining her with interest as she shivers. I remove the clip from her hair, allowing the platinum waves to cascade down to her hips.

“I love your hair,” I mutter into her ear, inhaling the scent as I do. It’s raspberry and peaches combined with a delicious perfume.

I push the straps of her dress away from her shoulders, revealing sun-kissed bronze skin, a sharp contrast to the snow-white of her hair.

My lips dance along her throat, and she throws her head back, a deep moan leaving her lips.

“Stefano…”

“Yes, Katya?”

My hand finds the zip on the back of her dress, and I drag it down slowly, my mouth following it every step of the way.

The dress slides down to her feet, and I fall to my knees, turning her around to gaze at her beautiful form.

No underwear.

“Come to the bedroom,” I murmur, rising to my feet. I take a bottle of Champagne, not bothering to use glasses.

I pour some into my mouth, tugging her close as I press my lips to hers, allowing the ice-cold, fizzy liquid to enter her mouth, and she swallows.

Our tongues dance then, and we fall to the bed, which is littered with fresh rose petals. Katya laughs excitedly, picking up a petal and inhaling it.

She is so beautiful, my heart aches.

How could I silence such a beautiful soul?

I trail kisses up her calves, stopping to lift her leg onto my shoulder. My fingers trail down toward her inner thigh, my tongue following behind.

“Oh my god, Stefano!”

The bottle of Champagne is still in my left hand. I offer it to her, and she declines, watching me through heated eyes.

I rest the bottle against her hip in such a way that it trickles onto her stomach as she inhales sharply.

“Relax, baby,” I mutter, watching the liquid make its way down through the mound of soft white hairs between her legs.

As it reaches the pink flesh, untouched by anyone but me, my tongue laps at it greedily.

Katya bucks her hips, clearly unused to such sensations. I do it again and again until she relaxes, widening her legs and pushing my tongue into her beautiful pussy.

My fingers begin to play, too, dipping into her wetness as she rolls her head back, her hands clutching the sheets as she does.

“Stef…a…no…”

I’m excited now. This is more than I can take. At least I won’t need a condom if I’m ending her life shortly.

I feel a pang of guilt when I kiss her, our tongues violently clashing as I press myself against her entrance.

Her pussy resists at first, but there’s no denying me access. Her teeth sink into my shoulder, and I slow, kissing her softly as her body adjusts to accommodate me.

“Look at me, cariño mío,” I mutter as she turns her turquoise gaze to mine.

“Tell me you love me,” Katya whispers, kissing me passionately.

I hesitate, but then I’m fully inside of her, and I can barely talk.

“I love you,” I lie between hot kisses. I’m thrusting into her now, and her body is trembling in response, her eyes locking on mine.

“Then save me, please,” she whispers.

I frown as she grips onto me, kissing me harder. My mind is a mess, and I’m aware it has to do with the woman beneath me.

“What—” I begin before she clamps her lips on mine. I pick up the pace then, lifting her legs onto my shoulders as I pound into her deeply.

Her moans fill the room. Her hair spreads out on the pillow as she throws her head back in ecstasy.

“Stefano!” she cries out, and as I spill into her, I’m aware there’s no way I can kill this woman.

Instead, I need to save her.

The question is, from what?