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## Burning dark desire

Joe

Emílio Antonelli together with his wife Fiorella Delphinne left the city. As they are professional liars, I made a point of following them to make sure they weren't up to no good. I have my eyes on all sides that will inform me of everything too. I promised Miss Antonelli that her brothers would be safe and I always keep my promises.

I ended up having some issues with one of my victims and I was gone longer than planned to sort it out. A bastard who murdered his parents to keep the inheritance managed to communicate his whereabouts to someone, as I like a light torture before killing. But problem solved. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins, the urge to see Emilia was unfamiliar to me. Until I got stressed because of it I had stayed.

This has troubled me so much the last few weeks that I couldn't sleep, tossing and turning in bed burning with desire for this girl. I have it in my mind that she is a virgin, btw I've never been with a virgin before. I'm not an animal and I know very well how to treat a woman, I will make that first night of many, unforgettable for her.

But in the end, I managed to arrive an hour later, now it's half past ten at night, there's still time to see her and I want to see her today, not tomorrow or the day after. At least one kiss and make her come, I need that day. I pick up my cell phone and dial your number, which I've memorized, a good memory is one of my strengths.

"I'll go by your house, as soon as a black car pulls up, be ready to get in it, whichever way you are, without delay." I speak without expecting greetings from you.

"I was already sleeping. Tomorrow I have to wake up early and..."

"I don't care. I want you today and so be it, be outside in five minutes." I order and hang up knowing that yes, she will obey me.

I could very well send an old companion of mine who is still with me today helping me with simple tasks at home and nearby, Franco who also lives in the shadows and no one knows of his existence, to go get her. But this is a service I intend to do myself, whenever I can.

I make my quick route to her house and see her standing there dressed in the outfit I sent her. At first, the girl's magnificent beauty captures me, but then I begin to regret this change, I liked the glow of her skin in her simple clothes that she wore when I met her.

I get out of the car and open the door for her to get in, not without greeting her as she deserves at that moment, with a kiss on the back of her right hand. Mesmerized by the perfect face, I open a wide smile that is returned to me with flushed cheeks and a shy look. She gets in the car and then I get in too.

"I thought you weren't coming back today." She says quietly staring straight ahead as I start the car.

"I wanted to be with you today, and when I want something, I do everything to get it. I always get what I want, I think I made that clear to you once." I speak and enter the hidden tunnel that leads to a secret entrance to my mansion.

That's why no one ever sees me go in there and thinks the house might be abandoned.

When we arrive, I leave the car in the garage and take Emília out of it, gently take her small hand and guide her into the huge house. Upstairs, in a special room, there is a small feast prepared for us by Franco, at my request. She looks around and I see in her eyes a slight admiration for what she sees, although she tries not to show it, Miss Antonelli has already shown herself to be a proud person and I will have to work on that in her.

Emily

Joe pulls a chair for me and stares at me deeply without looking away, I feel intimidated by such repair. Suddenly he flashes a smile and when I see it gleam in his sensual mouth and tanned face, I come to the conclusion that this man is a sight to behold and takes any woman's breath away, that's for sure. After sitting down he pours me a glass of champagne and next to it is a glass of wine.

"I do not drink." I reveal.

"Don't make fun of it, just drink one sip, it won't do any harm." His look burns me and to try to withstand the tension of the moment, I decide to take a sip of champagne.

Joe started talking about some countries he had traveled to and intended to travel to. I'm surprised he's such a good storyteller, his words make pictures in my mind and before I know it I've had four glasses and I'm laughing my ass off, the champagne has distracted me and certainly made me more relaxed.

"You didn't eat anything." Joe points to my plate.

"I'm fine. I'm not hungry."

"Too bad, because I 'm really…" His voice is husky and full of intent.

The sexual tension in the air is extremely noticeable.

Me too...

I'm startled by the kind of perverted thinking I've just had. Who am I? Never in my life did I imagine having sexual thoughts with any man, literally Joe managed to distort me from my own nature. Maybe I'm drunk, but pure fascination overwhelms me, it's impossible not to notice Joe's brown eyes, tanned face and God-sculpted mouth every moment.

Suddenly Joe puts the plate aside and takes the glass from my hands, takes my hand and lifts me from the table.

"Come with me." He calls.

"But, we're not done with dinner yet." I murmur and he looks me up and down with such sensuality that it makes my knees weak.

"We're just getting started, my sweet." He speaks in a soft tone.

Then he places his hands possessively on my waist and escorts me somewhere in his huge house. At that moment, a strange thought dominates me: could it be that he was with a woman during the week that he didn't speak to me? And on this trip? A strange, bad feeling settles in my soul.

Already placed inside a dark room, I feel Joe take my lips with a thirsty kiss, a new excitement runs through my body, causing me an automatic and intense response to his kisses. Suddenly he pulls away from me and I feel shaken by the loss of contact, I look at him confused and realize that we're both panting.

"I knew you would be able to…" he murmurs and I lower my face in embarrassment.

In fact I want him to keep touching me, keep kissing me and keep his hands on me. My breasts are hard begging for something more, brushing against the lace bra I'm wearing, I feel it tingle. My feminine spot between my legs seems to pulsate, I confess to myself right now that I want it. Of course the drinking left me more confused than before, of course this could also be a way of defending myself against my dark and strange feelings for a man I don't know.

Joe gave me a chance to free my parents and our family name, to allow my siblings and I to continue growing up with dignity and respect for others. What harm is there in making this situation good for me? There is no other way to resist what will happen sooner or later. After all, that was our agreement.

Imprisoned to the wall by him, I still feel a little dizzy from the drink. I look into Joe's eyes and see a gleam of bitterness and it causes a strange ache inside me. With confused and disoriented thoughts, I lift my hands and lightly touch her beautiful face, quickly taking it off as I observe the great surprise on her face.

"You chase my dreams, Joe..." I whisper but I do an internal jump immediately regretting what I just said.

I will never drink again.

"For the love of something!" He exclaims softly and holds my face very close to his. "Right now I could burn with desire for you, right here in front of you, my sweet."

Then Joe kisses me again, the sweetness and lust of the kiss leaves me bewildered and removes all my barriers from a possible interruption of the moment. After that he takes me in his arms and walks with me towards a large bed in the center of the dark room that was partially illuminated by the moonlight coming through a large glass window.

"Joe..." I whisper wanting to say something.

"Say, my beauty." He looks at me intensely, seeming to see my soul.

"It's my first time, so..." I'm lost for words.

"I promise it will be good for both of us." He asserts and gives me a passionate kiss.