Stalking Ginevra (Morally Black Book 4)

The moment I step through the front doors of our house, the weight of the day hits me with a kick to the balls.

My deadly encounter with Bellavista fades, as does the clamor of the casino. Back home, I’m the prince in the tower, the spare who takes second place to Roman. I shake off that treacherous thought. He’s handed me an empire I intend to restore to greatness.

I stride through the marble hallway, passing staff who offer polite nods. Roman called a family dinner tonight, and I’m obligated to bring a date. I would have brought Reaper, but my brothers would jump to the wrong conclusions. Cesare already calls me a eunuch.

Before I can even shrug off my jacket and mount the stairs, Gil appears from the dining room and steps in my path. Since Roman left prison, Gil has become his right hand and seems more focused on the family business than either of our brothers.

“We’ve got a problem,” he mutters.

I resist the urge to pinch the bridge of my nose. “What is it now?”

“Allegra Visconti was found stabbed to death in her car.”

The name doesn’t ring any kind of bell. I stare at Gil, waiting for him to elaborate.

“Cesare’s ex who ran the karaoke bar,” he adds.

I flinch, my stomach plummeting. Roman mentioned that another of Cesare’s women was murdered last week, but a second? I bite back a curse, forcing down a wave of alarm. “Where was he when it happened?”

Gil leans close enough for me to smell his cologne. “That’s the problem.” He lowers his voice. “Nobody knows. I would confront him, but that’s something best left to a brother.”

Right. Because Cesare has a temper. Some poor bastard struck his little assassin, and Cesare shot him in front of the men. It took Gil and Sofia forming a human shield to stop him from tearing through the ranks. Bullshit like that is what leads to families getting stabbed in the back.

“What about Roman?” I ask.

Gil shrugs. “He confronted Cesare the last time.”

The implication is clear: it’s my turn to deal with our potential serial killer. Before I can work out the best way to accuse him of murdering another ex, a shrill voice cuts through the hallway.

“Giiil!”

I turn to see a large-breasted blonde teetering out of the dining room, clinging to the doorframe like it’s the only thing keeping her upright. Her eyes land on Gil, who shoots me a sheepish grin.

“Is that your date?” I ask with a smirk.

Gil chuckles. “Where’s yours?”

Gilberto is sounding too much like Cesare. That little bastard is always the first to taunt me about never getting laid. If he knew my sexual experience until recently consisted of internet clips and my hand, he’d never shut the hell up.

I walk past him, heading for the kitchen, nearly colliding with Sofia. I place a hand on our housekeeper’s shoulder, holding her steady.

“You’re my date for tonight,” I say before continuing down the hall.

After getting changed, I step into the dining room, pull out my phone, and check on the surveillance app. Ginevra lies in bed, beautifully naked. Her auburn hair fans across the pillow, forming a halo of sin. She would look like a work of art if you ignore what she’s doing with her hands.

Her fingers slide down her belly, gliding between her folds in a way that makes my blood heat. I slip in an earpiece, listening to the sounds of her pleasure. Every soft moan, every gasp is like gasoline on a fire.

I send her a message: Did you get my gift?

Seconds later, her reply comes through: Fuck off.

Smirking, I text back: Continue like that and I’ll fuck your ass tonight with no lube.

An exasperated sigh fills my ear. She opens the box beside her bed and pulls out the toys I sent, along with a maid’s costume. My breath quickens as she hesitates, her fingers hovering over the black fabric.

Put it on.

She stares at the screen, her lips tight. I message her again, making her rise off the bed and slip into the costume. Her movements are jerky, almost reluctant, but I’m transfixed by the way the outfit clings to her curves, the way the silk accentuates every contour. Heat floods my cock, and I shift on my seat.

“Benito.” Roman’s voice cuts through my evening’s entertainment. “Where’s Cesare?”

I shrug, barely registering the question, too focused on Ginevra fastening the last button. She’s waiting, her posture unsure, her fingers shivering with anticipation.

Get on the bed. Kneel.

Gil answers Roman’s question and poses another about the empty seat on my left. Ginevra positions herself for me on the bed, her head bowed, that glorious hair falling around her shoulders.

I text again: Spank yourself five times. Count them.

She hesitates for several heartbeats, and I wonder if she’ll say no. But then she bends over and delivers the first slap.

“One,” she whispers through my earpiece, her voice breathy.noveldrama

My cock stirs. She continues, her voice breaking with every slap. The sound of each spank sends heat through my veins. I take a bite of my bruschetta, immersing myself in the beauty of her obedience, the way she submits.

When she reaches the fifth, her skin flushes, her breath becomes ragged, and her nipples stand out like bullets. I shift on my seat, stifling a groan. My dirty little Ginny wants more.

Choose a toy.

She hesitates, her fingers hovering over the open box. That sweet reluctance makes the game all the more satisfying.

I send another message: Start with the largest one.

With trembling fingers, Ginevra selects a dildo the size of my cock. She runs her fingers over its veiny shaft and waits for my next command.

Just as I’m about to tap an order, my phone buzzes with another message, only this time it’s not from Ginevra. Gil sends a text from the other side of the table, reminding me to confront Cesare about Allegra.

I’ll do it in my own time.

By now, Ginevra is glancing around the room, perhaps searching for hidden cameras. Or does she miss me?

I message her with: Stick it in your cunt.

She lies back on the bed and obeys, sliding the silicone into that wet little pussy. Her back arches, and her hips rock as she takes the toy deeper, her thighs trembling with every push. As my cock presses against my zipper, my gaze darts between Gil and Roman. They’re both too preoccupied with the family dinner to notice.

I send another message to Ginevra: Deeper.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she obeys, pushing the toy deeper, her body tensing with every inch. The sight of her splayed out for me is beyond intoxicating. My grip tightens around the phone as she squirms against the mounting pleasure and struggles to maintain control. I breathe harder, waiting for the moment she shatters.

Insert the butt plug, I text, my breath hitching with anticipation.

She reaches into the box and extracts another toy, this one attached to a fluffy, stripy orange tail. Annoyance flickers across her pretty features, but I revel in the sight of her discomfort.

Do it, I command.

Ginevra takes a bottle of lube from the box, her hands trembling as she coats the plug with the slick substance.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she pushes the toy into her ass with a soft whimper that makes my heart skip.

Her submission sends a thrill down my spine that settles in my balls. The power I hold over her, the way she bends to my will—it’s everything this treacherous beauty deserves.

At some point, a clink and rattle of metal becomes too distracting to ignore. I glance up from my important business to find Cesare leading in his little assassin, only he’s dressed her in lingerie, heels high enough to break both ankles, and a leather skirt that looks sprayed onto her skin. My gaze drops down to the source of the sound: each ankle is connected by chains.

He isn’t just playing with fire, but with flaming swords. The woman’s eyes are sharp enough to slice my brother’s throat. My lip curls. Is this how he wastes valuable stock from his fetish store?

After a pointless back and forth with my brother, I make a mental note to obtain a few similar items for Ginevra.

By now, she’s inserted the plug, along with a pair of matching ears. Without prompting, she slips on some furry gloves, and lies on the bed, waiting for my next order.

I stifle a groan.

The only thing distracting from this perfect moment is that she’s debasing herself for a masked stranger and not for me.

Dismissing Cesare’s antics with a grunt, I focus on Ginevra’s struggles with the toy.

Lick it clean, I order, wondering how far she’ll go.

Seconds later, Roman smashes his fist on the table, making my head snap up. Since everyone, including Cesare’s little assassin, are glaring at Gil’s date, I turn my attention back to the phone.

The dining room is a blur, the sounds of clinking silverware and murmured conversations fading into the background. All that matters is the scene playing out on my phone, the way Ginevra debases herself for the camera.

Her body trembles as she fights against the pleasure, but there’s no denying the intensity of her arousal. She loves my attention. Loves these filthy orders.

Ginevra’s breath hitches, her body arching off the bed as she teeters on the edge of release. I tighten my grip on the phone, my own pulse quickening in response.

Don’t come until I tell you, I text, knowing it’ll push her even further. The thrill of control, the power I hold over my Ginny—it’s a rush like no other.

But just as she’s about to break, someone calls my name.

When I glance up, Roman and Capello’s daughter are gone. So is Sofia. As is the noisy blonde. All that’s left are Cesare, his assassin, and an annoyed-looking Gil.

It’s time to ask my little brother if he’s a serial killer.