The liar

Giacomo
I felt my mind exploding with the blood pooling in that particular spot on my body, adoring her body far more than I could say I'd ever felt when torturing someone, the faint rays coming through the large frosted glass wall making a magnificent contrast to the golden hair accentuating reddened skin.
I found myself fascinated by the sight of her trembling body, fixing the vision on a small sign below her right breast, descending her lips to kiss her, laughing at her nervousness, pushing her breast towards me, I answered the silent request. Finding a faster rhythm between our bodies, gasoline reaches the fire with his words “I want to be your wife, Giacomo” reverberating to the soul that didn't even know of existence.
I searched for our desperate pleasure to convey this mess back to the cause of it, shaken too much by lust, I let the truth once again be released by our fascinated gazes to be reciprocated. We screamed like two crazy people with an overwhelming orgasm, our demons unleashed around the office, their tears of pleasure contained, I took my finger to catch a runaway, opening a smile in the corner.
I just want your tears to be shed like that, tears of pleasure Giulia. - I kissed the path taken by the tear.
I should be going crazy over the fact that we had sex twice without a condom, the only problem is the possessiveness coursing through my veins, screaming how much she's mine, this need to leave her marked the same way it marked me fifteen years ago. When he opens an embarrassed smile, I get up carefully, giving him a kiss and rushing to the bathroom, grabbing a towel and wetting the end in the sink.
I go back to the sofa picking up the underwear from the floor analyzing the red cheeks while she sits covering her breasts with her arms I wear the underwear laughing and I kneel in front of her, loving the astonishment, I don't let her say anything, I just pull her under the knees leaving the pussy exposed, I think it's strange to be so red.
Did I hurt you Giulia? - I ask worriedly passing the towel carefully watching their reactions afraid of causing some pain when I just want to take care.
It just gave me pleasure. - He looks down and his cheeks get even redder.-Do you need to do that? I can...
I dont need. - Sigh folded the towel so I could iron the dry side. - But I want to do it only with you.
I blink at her, finishing the cleaning, I take the panties thrown on the couch, making sure to caress her legs, I kiss her hip as she gets up to finish putting her panties up.
I was about to stand up and help with the dress when I looked at the side of my hip and noticed a huge purple stain on my fair skin, in so many years of doing what I do and being what I am I just became sure of what happened, your hand touched mine taking me out of thoughts following my gaze, tried to pull my face up.
How did this happen? - I realized that I was sounding thicker than I should have with the slight retreat and even that did not lessen the fury.
The way he averted his eyes, posture becoming tense and the cluster of red signs glowing, stamping the victim of assault, I tried to take a deep breath to contain all instincts still, my gaze must have given everything away by the startled expression seeking a hasty justification with the eyes. eyes running in search of salvation.
I fell in the bathroom this morning.
No need to lie to me. I quickly stood up, taking her face in my hands, bringing our foreheads together. - Don't lie to me bella.
I saw the doubt crossing the blue gaze until it became cold like its brothers, the tense movements replacing the woman who a few moments ago was delivered between my arms.
I'm not lying, I let the bathtub overfill the water leaked and falls out. - The simplicity of his words in a calm tone, complemented by a calm look.
He could fool anyone, he could fall a lot short of a fucking man who lives in a perfect theater covering up all the shit, a man capable of betraying his own principles to cover his sister's ass.
I kept my expression neutral, demanding much more rationality than Antonio could ever imagine, with my thoughts trapped in a glass vase full of yellow roses falling to the ground, breaking into a million pieces by discovering that the angel of my dreams is not so innocent. so.
After that, our time together ran fast, maybe because of her rush to escape or my desire to break the whole office, I took my mind to the most painful tortures I've ever been through, I sighed in relief when she entered the elevator being followed by the soldier, Hunter and Giuseppe practically ran to stop the door from closing.
For the first time in years, I dropped the mask in front of the two men inside the room just as I turned the lock on the door. Picking up every vase used in the decorations and throwing them against the wall, smashing the lunch table along with the food carts and my fucking dignity for accepting that shitty lie. Knowing it was impossible for anyone outside to hear, I let the furious screams cut my throat, running to break the bathroom mirror with a punch feeling a little rationality return with the pain of the shards piercing the flesh.
I looked at the men leaning against the door with a look of astonishment in my direction, it was known to my brothers and Giuseppe, the monster contained under the very expensive clothes, in the same way that he released when torturing some unfortunate person for days or even months just for the pleasure of releasing it. But never in any exception outside of a torture room and now, here, becoming aware of the damage that the blonde with blue eyes caused, I noticed the room destroyed leaving only the sofa outside that still fills my mind with the memory of the skinny body.
Will you say what happened?
No - I replied to Giuseppe without noticing the exchange of glances with Hunter.
I walked to sit on the couch letting the blood stain the room.
Marriage doesn't have to happen if you don't want to. - My brother's hand with his words were an attempt at comfort in vain, because despite not speaking he knows the consequences.
I'm going to get married.
The two sat silently without another word, the soldier left the room and returned with a bottle of Whiskey, sitting on my right side sharing the drink by the neck. Through the gap in the door, the new secretary came in with a smile, probably curious to find out if her help had any effect, muffling a scream with her hands when she saw the situation in the room.
Ask them to come clean the room Mary and bring my brother's desk back.
The lady practically ran away, I had to mentally thank her for the lack of questions lying dormant on the sofa analyzing all the work of the employees cleaning the room without leaving the place accompanied by the two men beside her in their silent attempts to support her.
I only got up from the sofa when I looked at the clock that the secretary was arranging on the table and I noticed the advanced time, without words we left towards the hellish dinner with Vincenzo and Giovanni De Angelis.