“You’re an angel. My angel.”
18
MASSIMO
Itore my loathsome robes off in front of the austere shower near my room and threw them in the corner before stepping under the tepid water.
It hit my chest and slid down to the fucking mess of my cock. Smeared in cum, still half hard at the taste of Katarina’s skin. The memory of the sound of her coming undone sent blood rushing back down.
I lowered my hand, giving in to the temptation to ease the ache in my balls one more time. Coming in my fucking pants at the dignified age of thirty-four was not something I’d ever expected to happen.
But then, I’d never expectedher.
I slid my hand along my cock and spread the cum I’d spilled for her along the shaft and over the head. I instantly fully hardened again as I let that therapy session fill my head. The smell of her, the feel of her slick cunt strangling my fingers, her moans, her glazed eyes fixed on me.
Fuck.I moved my hand faster, pleasure rushing up my spineand down my legs. I slapped a hand to the cold, dingy tiles on the wall and pumped my cock mercilessly.
As I neared coming again, my mind strayed from the therapy session to the night before. Katarina standing in the dark hallway, looking up at me with those wide, clear eyes.
“I don’t think you’re as bad as you believe you are, deep down inside.”Her sweet whisper sent precum leaking from me frantically.
Then the memory of her leaning up toward me and pressing her lips to my cheek. She had kissed my cheek, knowing who and what I was. Her sweet, golden goodness invading my darkness. Fearless.
“Thank you.”
I came hard, cum jerking from my balls violently. It splashed the tiles at my feet, striping the drain and mixing with the swirling water that had already turned cold.
I eased my thrusts into my hand, slowly drawing every last drop of cum from my balls, my head swimming with intoxicating thoughts of my little stray.
She’d appeared out of the deepest, darkest place I’d ever been, a blazing light pushing away the black on all sides.
And she had bewitched me. Infected me.
She was dangerous. She was a problem . . .
And I’d never let her go.
There wasa tense atmosphere around Hallow Hall the next day, and the reason for that was immediately clear.
A row of black top-of-the-line armored vehicles was parked at the door of the institute. A procession of men in black suits filed through the building, heading for Vargas’s personal office.
Centrium Group coming in to wipe all traces of their petex-priest employee. I had briefly considered breaking into Vargas’s office yesterday, just to see what I could find out about the inner workings of Hallow Hall, but I’d put Giada on it, and there was no point risking my position.
I kept to the shadows while the men from Centrium worked. I didn’t need to raise any eyebrows until I was ready to leave here. Once Pavol and Benedict were dead, Blackwood, too, potentially, and with Katarina at my side.
I’d broken into an attic room with a well-positioned window to observe the front of the building. I lifted the scope of my sniper rifle to my eye to better see the men coming and going with boxes from Vargas’s office.
Bulgarian Mafia?
It couldn’t have been more obvious; the men may as well have been wearing lanyards around their necks announcing their family membership. They were clearly dangerous men. They didn’t move like office drones for some company. So Vargas had been the front man for a trafficking operation. It wasn’t a stretch by any means. Vargas had given Hallow Hall a veneer of respectability and Church connections, which were usually unquestionable. As soon as something charitable was linked with the Church, it escaped scrutiny. That was what allowed Hallow Hall to operate in plain sight. And a Mafia family might have connections in the local police to prevent anything from falling through the cracks. Someone like Katarina, who knew too much.
The real question was: Why didn’t they kill her? She was obviously a thorn in their sides. There was more to her story, and I had a feeling that not even she knew the full extent of it.
I didn’t tell Katarina about her mother. Honestly, it seemed cruel. She was already living in such pain. Finding out that the person she’d endured so much for had died, well, that might verywell break her. She’d learn the truth one day, when she was free and safe and all her demons were slain.
I’d see to it.
Another car drew up, this one flanked by motorbikes. The director himself? It was best I stayed out of the way, considering that I was depending on Pavol and Benedict not introducing me to the director. They thought I was here to keep an eye on them for the Bulgarians. That was what the man I’d killed, Cristoph, had been on his way to do. It wouldn’t take much for my cover to unravel. I wasn’t bulletproof. After all, I’d overstayed my welcome. I was meant to be in and out, kill Vargas, and never set foot here again. No one would have had time to question my purpose here.