Anarchy (38 page)

The overwhelming sensations from
his
powerful hands, to the heat of his firm tongue buckled he
r, but she did not retreat. She
suckled his mouth, his ear, his throat in an effort to devour him.
He
desired this
the moment
he recognized it was Selange who
entered
his
room. She should have fled, instead she lit a match to the fuel and the fire had to burn itself out.

He absorbed the essence of this woman, taking what was not his,
loving her with such ardor
she bent
forward pulling his head down, begging he
stay,
crying
for him a
nd promising to
love him forever
. I
n
Nico’s
maturity
he
dismissed her
foolishness.
He heard s
imilar
claims from
other
women,
Selange’s
enjoyment was enough.

She
asked
for deliverance from the
images of
carnage. He banish
ed
it and in the
course of this sexual
exorcism Nico
found
nirvana in the folds of her
flesh. H
e
seized her legs,
repositioned
them,
flexing her knees to her stomach
determin
ed
she
receive every
inch of him, guiding her, lifting her buttocks, refusing to relent
.
Then i
t struck him, a powerful burst of flame
that tore straight through his body and his
head
was forced to
bow to
her breasts
in worship
as if she were a
feminine deity
. H
is
organ
pulsed
.
The
torrential
liquid
warmth
ejaculating from him
served as
a
sign of his devotion
.
She trembled, wiggled and he held her immobile until the orgasmic sensation subsided.
Only then did his strength wane and he retract
,
dropping to her side.
Utterly, fucked
he shut his eyes trying to control the massive thumping of emotion. He
hadn’t expected
such an intense
erotic
attachment
. Dammit, what he was experiencing wasn’t regret,
hell
no, it was total bliss!
 

He reached to his side and brought Selange atop his body without strain and covered her. He wanted to feel the warmth of her body for the last time.
He
inhaled sharply,
wrapped his arms around her waist and went to
sleep knowing when he awakened the fantasy would end.

Nico
’s
eyes opened a
t the crack of dawn
.
Selange
’s face warm
ed
his chest and the
re was
a
glorious phantom sensation from
last night’s passionate love-making.
This
morning
was either heaven or hell.
Definitely,
both.
It
was unbelievable, heaven couldn’t get any better
. The
hell
was
leaving, likely for good this time
.
Yeah, that’s the hell of
fucking another man
’s
wife. He slipped his arm from around her
waist
and she awakened.

“Are you
going so early
?”
She asked at his back.

“Of course I am,” he responded
, taking control of his senses
.

‘
Reality
check
!
L
ast night was great but,
it’s
morning,
’
he
told
himself
, ‘got to let her go!’

He sat up and she followed
, holding him from behind, “
I’m really
going to
miss you Nico.”

He
stood
laughing
and she released him
, “I’m going to miss the hell out of you, too but we both know you love
Alfonzo
.”
S
elange
stood on the bed like a kid and
he turned around to face her, “Don’t start looking for what you already have.”

She
caressed his face, “You’re
my best
friend.” She said then kissed him and she shouldn’t have because it made leaving harder.

The pilot was prepping the plane
and here Nico was
delaying
their
departure for one last romp
in bed with a sexy young woman who was not his wife.
A woman
Nico could not have but wanted to keep. 
A woman he admittedly loved deep
ly, maybe deeper than his
wife
!

“
Nico I
still
need you
.
Don’t go
.
”

The statement settled it. He was going to be a little late. He had her on the bed, entered
her body
,
took
her
with such
depravity
he lost track of how many times she climaxed because he was having
multiple
explosive orgas
ms as well.
Finally,
when the
blood rush
ed
through his body
and sanity returned
he
issued a warning
,
“Selange,
don’t
say
things you don’t mean
.”

Alfonzo loved
this woman more than life.
Nico was
only
a
substitute
in her husband’s absence and n
othing more!

His
heart wept
at having to
end the dream.
He glanced at her face and blew hard. Selange wasn’t experienced in the art of deception. Good women usually aren’t
, and the
g
uilt
could prove to be
her
undoing
.
U
ltimately
, she’d
feel
compelled to confess
her transgression
and
find
herself
in deep
trouble
. A man can be broken by betrayal, he knew this because in
the real
world,
male
egos were long and saving face trumped shame. He did not believe Alfonzo would hurt her, but no one knows what a man will do in matters of th
e heart. Crimes of passion among
men in their business were premeditated acts
, disguised as accidents
.
Adulterous wives
, their lovers and even a harmless flirt
disappeared.

Hit-man,
assassin,
enforcer, contrac
tor, pick whatever name sounds nicer. Nico was a killer
and possessed
intimate knowledge
of these things. With this woman, such a tragic fate would
in
filtrate his conscience and in turn he’d violently kill the man who spoke the order
. 
The
young brother in his heart,
Luzo’s
son and descendant of the great Sergio Giacanti, whose blood Italy still mourns.
Alfonzo.

“This is a secret w
e
take to our grave
s
.
” He
said but
wanted to
say
more. Like, a
moral
conscience
will always
whisper truth, it cannot do any other
.
When she hesitated and the
pause
widened,
h
e
asked,
“Do you love Alfonzo?”

“Yes.”

“
Then don’t go battling your conscience
, you
won’t win. C
onfessing will cause you to lose
him; he
won’t
forgive you Selange. Do
n’t
destroy what you have
for this. P
romise,
you’ll keep quiet,
no swear
to me
.” No regrets, he told himself as he stared into her soft eyes, no regrets.