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the MP4 player attached to my surround sound system. This Milanese penthouse doesn’t compare to my main home back in Bellaggio, the one that sits right on top of a section of Lake Como, but sacrificing a bit of extravagance for the sake of bringing my passion to life in Inamorata has been the easiest part of my offerings to Burkenstein.
    “I can assure you, I am not a woman. Would you like me to prove this to you?” I pull her body down to the edge of the bed.
    “Oh, most definitely,” she answers.
    “I will not make it easy. I do not do nice foreplay,” I warn.
    “I don’t care. I can handle it.”
    “You’ve been warned, my fiery princess.”
    She moves toward me and attempts to place her lips on mine. Her sister is busy grazing the skin of my back with her mouth, setting my nerve endings on fire. At once, I grab her wrists.
    “Those do not belong to you.”
    “Is that right?” she purrs, unaffected as she runs her fingers along the lines of my jaw. “Who’s the lucky girl? Let me guess. Would her name happen to be Adri—”
    “Do not dare say her name. Do you understand me?” I say in a measured tone, squeezing the sides of her mouth, forcing her face into a pucker. Fear briefly flickers through her eyes just before it turns into lust. She enjoys being handled like a cavewoman; they always do. When I glimpse the submissive in a partner, I enjoy doing the honor of giving them the domination they crave.
    “Apologize,” I order, releasing her mouth.
    “I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again,” she murmurs, running her hands over my bare shoulders.
    Behind me, her sister says, “We need to loosen you up a bit, baby. Make you forget.” Why does someone always think they can make me forget my pain? If such a person does exist, then I am fairly certain neither of these two women could handle the job.
    “The only thing you can make me forget is the time it takes for me to eat your pussy and come inside of you. Are you game?” I ask, smiling for good measure.
    “Wow, gorgeous. Hold back much?” Melody asks.
    Lifting her hips, I strip her from the waist down, exposing a mound of gorgeous red hair. True red heads, just as I suspected. Dropping to my knees, I spread her legs wide, pinning her thighs to the mattress while her sister massages my cock. I do believe I am hard enough to ram through a Mack truck. Without another word, I lower my head and devour her pussy, going straight for the hood of her sweet nub.
    “Oh God, baby. Your tongue is a demon,” she gasps out, grasping my head and pushing me deeper into her wetness. Behind me, her sister works a skilled tongue—a combination of bites, licks, and kisses—moving her way down my back, where she eventually finds my cock. Circling her lips around it, the warmth of her mouth fills me with so much pressure I almost choke from the double sensations I’m receiving.
    At once, Melody’s body begins to shudder underneath me, her orgasm lasting longer than any woman’s I have been with in a long time. I’m impressed and horny, but still unable to shake the image of the woman lying on the table at Burkenstein’s laboratory, my mind taking me underneath the sheet covering her body. That’s when the guilt of what I am doing and who I’m fucking around with settles in and I go soft. These are the two girls who were kicked out their former repertory company for setting up one of Adriana’s friends, which ironically is part of the reason I was so attracted to them in the first place, my way of indirectly hurting Adriana. You are as sadistic as the bastard who put you here.
    “All right, ladies. You have had your fun. Time to leave.” I stand and walk toward the balcony of the penthouse I’m renting while staying in Milan, a vital aspect of the agreement I have made with Burkenstein, the part where I keep my distance from Alek, Katerina, and Adriana. Closing my eyes, I fight against the shame roaring through my chest. She would be devastated if she