Chapter 5

Myra

My eyes didn’t stare in wonder anymore when I entered The Siren, but I still felt it.

The huge gambling den was a little piece of hell. Despite its beautiful marble columns and crystal chandeliers, it held more demons and monsters than almost any plot on Earth.

Women twirled on poles and slid along the floor like snakes trying to lure the men to eat the forbidden fruit that was their bodies. Glasses clinked as men won fortunes while others lost everything with a roll of a die or a flip of a card.

Men gambled away not just their own lives, but also their children’s futures. Men and women alike laughed raucously as they drank so much they couldn’t see straight.

Everyone was like a pawn moving and doing unaware that they were just a casualty of the game. It was a wicked house of debauchery, and the Buonarroti family, which maintained the smooth operation of this casino, is the god who holds the chess pieces and overlooks all the little worthless beings.

The moment we entered the club, all heads swiveled in our direction and all eyes turned down.

Even the eyes glassed over by the spirit of liquor found a way to lower in respect. Silence ensued as they looked upon Leon and the petite young lady behind him. Then they all bowed.

“Rise.” The command slipped from his lips like a piece of flattery. “Please,” he waved his hand in a shooing motion.

“Do not stop on account of me. Continue in your pleasure.” That was all the motivation they needed to resume the riotous behaviors.

We began to walk toward the large, winding staircase that led to the VIP section of the casino. I fetched a cigarette out of my pocket, slipping it between my lips. Wordlessly Ander stepped up beside me and lit it for me.

I had my hands in my pockets as I drew on the stick. Leon reached over snatching the cigarette, dropping it on the floor to crush it under the heel of his shoe.

He tugged me to his side aggressively, but I did not resist as I knew he was just acting this way because he’d never seen me in a place like this. It wasn’t my first time here, but it was my first time there to his knowledge.

I could gamble better than almost everyone in the building. I had even gained the allegiance of some of my father’s soldiers at the playing tables, but I kept this information from my father.

I did not want him to know that my trust in him and his intentions in my life were dubious at best.

Although I lust after the man, especially because I crave the male body almost nonstop, I am under no delusion that there will be “love” or some form of fickle emotion in our story.

He did not love my mother of that I am certain, and he never sought to see her free of her demons. I have long since believed that the reason for my mother’s sudden disappearance is due to her being put into a crazy hospital, but that is speculation for another day.

At the top of the stairs, Leon settled into a high stool watching everyone below as if they were little ants and he was a fly picking his next unsuspecting victim.

I sat beside him, shifting ever so often trying to appear unbothered yet feeling like I was in a sudden heat once again.

Fran Buonarroti strolled over to my stepfather and began reading him the financial and operational reports.

Although Leon is a Giordano, he is in control of this casino since he was named the legal guardian over it until I turned twenty-five years old or he saw me fit to take it over.

How he got my mother to agree to this is beyond me since she didn’t care for me, but I am happy with the arrangement. I only wish it had said when I turned eighteen or twenty at the latest, but the contract did not say any such thing.

I will have to suffice myself to keep gambling and earning as much allegiance and possession of Leon’s things under his nose until the time comes that I could have what is rightfully mine.

Unable to handle the pressure of my body and mental state anymore, I stood.“Dad, I need to use the restroom.”

I had already begun to walk away when I heard his quiet command, “Come back quickly.”

I slipped into the single-use restroom not bothering to lock the door knowing that soon a man would slip in behind me.

I didn’t have to look up to know who it was. I spun around looking into the emotionless Not only did he know of my condition, but he had become my self-prescribed doctor.

When my “heats” came on Ander was always there to “ease my burdens.”

I puffed a breath. It was something the way Ander looked at me. It was more like he looked upon my body, not at me.

His eyes flared with that familiar look of desire causing my breast to tingle and my body to awaken more than it already was.

“We must be swift, Ander.” I crooned as his arms wrapped around me and he began nibbling on my neck. He licked, and I recoiled.

He knew I didn’t do tongue, but that never stopped him from taking the little liberties he was not allowed. Roughly He gripped my butt and hauled me onto the counter.

“How swift?”

“Eight minutes, maybe? Although, I’m not sure how Leon will react if we are both gone for that long.” Ander’s grip tightened on me in possession as it always did when I mentioned Leon.

“Six. I’ll make it happen in six,” he said as his hips pushed between my legs forcing my legs wide around him. My stark white panties came into view.

His fingers slid down and stroked me until a wet spot was visible. He smiled in that threateningly catty way he did before he slipped his hand inside my cotton panties and stroked.

I pushed my hips into his hands chasing that feeling of release. Feeling myself get closer to my orgasm I shut my eyes tight. I clung to Ander’s firm shoulders envisioning a different man was in my arms.

I pictured other fingers slid over my lips and teased me. When we had been in there only a four minutes I bit into his shoulder trying not to cry out as my release overtook me.

Almost as quickly as the desire to orgasm came, it disappeared leaving me empty, lonely, and disgusted with myself.

I pushed Ander’s hands away. “That is enough. I am done.” I hopped off the counter biting on my lip in shame.

He grunted in both satisfaction and displeasure. “So soon? We have time yet, Mira let me feel you. I want to know what you are like.”

He practically begged, but just like every other time a rejected him. It may seem like I was using Ander, but I didn’t even want him to know of my sex addiction.

He was the one who discovered it while teaching me hand-to-hand combat. After he had thrown me on the ground and forced his way between my legs trying to pin me down, I knew the danger, yet I couldn’t resist the temptation to push my hips into his.

After that, we had a long talk, during which he told me that he would “help” me with my issue.

“No, Ander. I don’t want to do all of that. I didn’t want to do anything in the first place. I…”

“Come on, Mira.” He turned me around roughly pushing his body along mine.

I stared at his face in the mirror. He seemed callous to me as a human. His eyes lingered on my ass as he grinded against me. He was lost in his carnal desires uncaring for me, my feelings, or even the reality of my addiction.

I twisted around in his arms, but he didn’t stop grinding into me. His movements were rough and methodical like his movements when he disassembled and reassembled the gun that even now rested on his hips.

He was pushing my tailbone into the counter with his jerky movements.

“You’re hurting me,” I whined.

“You’re such a baby, Mira. Why don’t you grow up? Because you refuse to do things that grownups do. Grown-up body, grown-up face, but a baby mind and constitution.” He grunted still grinding into me.

His muscular body went from being sexy to a weapon as he pawed at my shorts trying to feel me.

“Ander, stop.”

His movements sped up and his eyes hardened. I could tell that he was set on doing what he wanted to.

“Will you do it anyway? My stepfather will surely punish you if you betray him like this.”

“Betrayal! Don’t we already do that every time we meet? Open your legs. I want to feel you, and I see you still need to be told what to do.”

I did open my legs then. He unbuttoned his pants still leaving them hanging onto his hips. He stepped between my legs and buried his face in my neck.

It didn’t take me but a moment to use the skills he had helped instill in me at the command of my stepfather. His revolver was in my hand in a moment and the muzzle rested against his temple as the safety clicked off.

His hands and mouth stilled, and he slowly backed away. Anytime we’d been in weaponry classes or practiced hand-to-hand combat, and I’d thought I’d bested him, his eyes had looked on in boredom as he congratulated me and told me to do it again.

This time that was not the case. His eyes gazed back at me in amazement, anger, and fear. Yes, it was a trace amount, but it was indeed there.

He cloaked his true emotions with such ease, but not quickly enough to question what I had seen.

“Mira,” he huffed still hard behind his pants. “What are you doing?”

I didn’t reply, but I did close one eye so that I could aim better.

He huffed again. “Okay, I messed up.”

“Say it!”

“I’m sorry.”