warning: sexual intercourse

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➙ Sex with a ghost by teddy hyde

I GLARE at the figure sitting right in front of me. It's been two hours since we have been in the room but not once did Molly say anything. I huff in anger and stand walking away from them. I have much better work to do, like matching the sketches of jewelry with the dresses the bride selected and mailing them to me.

"Caterina." I roll my eyes at the voice that sounds somewhat begging me to stay.

"I can't, Mykel. Not when she is not ready for any such crude words coming out of my throat against her family. Whenever I try to say anything she gets angry as if it's my fault that she is the one who was sold off to the German bidder who paid higher than us only for the last moment to save her. But no, she needs to go back to Russia."

I spin around striding toward her shaking figure. I curl my fingers around her pretty white face digging my acrylic nails into both sides of her cheek. "Play that naive, innocent piece of shit. I will not think twice before shredding your skin off your bones." I seem disgusted by the bones that were there more than muscles but didn't comment anything.

"H-He has my mother."

"So? Trying to save her from your dark kingdom?" She nods her head sobbing.

"She is always looked down, used her body when I was at the center of predators. It's my turn to save her. Please let me go."

"She saved you?" I furrow my brows not understanding why did the woman save her child while mine threw right before I hit my senses?

She nods frantically. I sigh rising back to my erect position. "Fine then. Mykel, send your detectives and act like there has been an ambush. Make it a sudden attack and grab that lady."

"Why shall I do that? I am your servant, not hers." He argues but once my glare is positioned at him, he keeps silent.

"So that we can grab the easiest way to vomit answers from her. We will be having superior power and a tug to push her." I smirk making her choke in tears.

"Sure, then."

"At least tell us about her location." I sigh examining my nails to see if any defects are there or not.

"She lives in the whorehouse." I hum in response while she probably made a whole fucking blueprint of her mother's location.

"But if you don't answer truthfully." I sneer, "I will offer your mother the death she hoped her whorehouse was much better than that."

Her eyes widen and she violently nods her head, "Okay."

"More like a deal," I mumble.

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"Why did you save her, Caterina?" I sigh.

"I have to and I believe the task I offered you will be fulfilled by the end of ten days." Salvatore's eyes widen.

"Ten days? Are you fucking serious?" He mewls like a fucking cat.

I release an irregular breath stabbing the cigarette on the ashtray before turning my body to him, "I want to give justice to my death best friend as quickly as possible."

His somber mood gets surfaced and the look of determination can be found. "Sure, and what about Aristide? How is he?"

I chuckle coldly, "I know you both worked together so don't need to sympathize with him since he is in the best position. Unlike other mafias, I am such a good person to offer him the life of king." I smirked.

He sighs, "I know but why are you keeping him with you? Don't you know he is a police officer and how much I can retrieve from my memory he is always curious. God knows which information he is trying to dig."

I chuckle, "He is searching about my past." His head snaps in my direction.

"What?" I nod my head.

"Yes. At first, I thought about his constant visit to the garden but then added the puzzles and found he is visiting my hostage area."

"But-" He stutters.

"He won't get what he is looking for and I made sure of that as per your earlier question, I would like to say that I want to see how far one falls on one's trap."

"Is it some sort of game to you?" I shrug chucking down the wine in my glass drowning the bitter taste the cigarette left behind.

"It's wrong." I grin.

"I know and no worries, you will get him back after four months but before that, we will inject certain chemicals to let him forget his past. How's that sound?" Excitement is what makes me feel like a giddy schoolgirl waiting for her teacher to get praise for her newfound project.

"No, you can't." He growls.

I narrow my eyes at him, "Why?"

"I know why you kept him alive?" I fold my arms and look at him with raised brows.

"And what's the reason?"

"You are falling for someone who is forbidden." I loudly laugh at his silly joke.

"Falling? And that too for someone who is my worst enemy? Boy, oh boy you got me crying with your stupid jokes." Tears brim my eyes as I wipe them off.

"Indeed. It's just that emotion isn't clear to you and the person whom you kept will break the barrier and then you will fall for him, Caterina. You will fall hard for him that there will be no going back."

"Get out." I grit the words whereas, he smirks drinks his last sip and walks out.

I lift the bottle and directly take the source from it and throw it against the wall creating shredding pieces of the broken brown liquor holder.

"I will never fall for emotions," I scream in the closed cabin where the world is tinted glass and a soundproof border dodging my words.

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"Good evening soon-to-be Mr. and Mrs. Fontana." The famous fake smile plastered on my face is as clear as the moon shown in the night.

They look at each other in a complete daze and I have to throw my pen down to snap them from their dreamland.

"What's the occasion of having the FaceTime?" I ask them.

"Oh. We just want to see the gold jewelry you told us about."

I furrow my brows into confusion, "And why's that? You want diamonds to match the bridal outfit so why is the sudden change in the jewelry forecast?"

They laugh hearing my sarcastic note. Mr. Fontana lift their adjoined hands to kiss his fiancee's knuckles while she blushed. I want to gag at the scene instead, close my eyes.

"She thought of using your words like self-defense. Our families approve of the thought so why not use your help?"

"What did I say?" Sometimes I forget what I say in a day.

"That gold is the most valuable asset in our country. It represents love, passion, and magic. So, instead of diamonds, we thought of using gold." Did I say that?

I need video footage as proof.

"So, if we haven't caused any trouble to you. Will you change them back to gold?"

I aimlessly nod my head smiling at them. "Sure, then. I will deliver you the pieces of designs I created. Do you want the design in royal design or more like an aesthetic mode of complexity?"

"Whatever suits the model whom you will show us. We will tell you later after some time. Also, we want the designs by tonight itself if you don't mind."

I shake my head, "No. Not at all." I smiled.

"Also can men have their type of jewelry?" She asks.

"Yes, they can."

"Like in Versace?" She asks enthusiastically.

I want to snort at that cause we indeed work with them too but I don't want to show off, instead, I laugh nodding my head.

She claps her hands beaming in happiness and kisses her soon-to-be husband on the lips. I quickly shut down the laptop and cursed mentally.

Even though I am a jewelry designer, that doesn't mean that within a short span, I can do anything.

I press the number 2 on the telephone alerting my assistant to enter.

The knock came after a minute and I welcome him. "Good evening, ma'am. What may I help you with?" He asks.

"Give me at least two male and female models for a jewelry photoshoot and bring the sets that I kept for future preferences," I tell him.

"Models? But they already did their job in the morning. Now we can't call them."

I lift my body from the executive office chair slamming my fist hard on the oak panel. "Now we got the ultimatum for sending the pictures right before midnight." I seethe out at him.

He shifts front and back trying to escape from this terrible situation. "Tell me a fucking solution you moron," I yell.

He flinches at my say knowing that I usually don't yell but now that we have no other choice but to stress out is the reason making me raise my voice.

His eyes lift like a bulb glowing in his head. "If you don't mind can I say something?"

I half close my eyes lifting the corner of my upper lip, "Didn't I offer you monthly payment so that your brain will be used during these situations?" I mock.

He nods his head chewing his lips before saying, "You can use your boyfriend in modeling."

"When did I start to adopt them?"

"The new person in your life. Xavier told us you are having a relationship with someone." I scowl imagining various ways of killing that little to no bucket of secret.

"You mean my sex partner?" I fold my arms.

He shrugs, "Just a male one that he told us." I nod my head thinking about the solution he offered me but then I smirk.

Of course, I will use him. Then I will give that Salvatore signs that I am not into that fucker.

"Fine then, send all the staff from this floor to the down one. Clear this place and no one, I mean it, Axel, no one should be on this floor. Whoever will be found here their heads will be served to you as a memento of your irresponsibility."

His eyes widen and he quickly nods scurrying away. "Also, call the photographer within an hour," I shout hoping he listened to what I said.

I rub my temple dialing Xavier's number. "Hello, sweetheart?"

I made a gagging sound making him laugh on the other end. "Don't say those words again," I growl.

"Fine. Why did you call me?"

"Bring Aristide here," I say pulling a file open and starting to read the points.

He gasps, "Why? Don't tell me you are feeling horny, you bitch."

"Ha ha, very funny. I need a model and I want him to do it." Agreeing to the terms involved in the file was suitable to me so I signed the papers.

"What about the other models you hired?"

"Fired." The needle of the pen breaks.

"Why?"

I sigh, "Can we talk about these later? I need him."

"More like want him?"

"Send him within thirty minutes to my office cabin," I say instead and cut the call.

"He is nothing to me." I grit.

After forty minutes, they arrive sending Aristide directly to my cabin where I placed clothes for him.

Someone knocks at the door letting me know they sent him to my cabin. "Come in," I say a little more loudly than needed.

"Why did you send me here?" His husky voice is like honey I needed to coat on my caramel skin. Instead, I roll my eyes at him.

"I think Axel told you the reason. So, why are you asking me?" I take the selected dress from the dresser and marched towards him.

He shifts back uncomfortable with the little to no distance involved. I slam the dress at his chest examining whether the colors suit him or not.

"Woah. What are you doing?" He squeals when I try to lift his t-shirt.

"Just do what I say." I grit pulling out his shirt from the hole in his shirt's neck.

As soon as his shirt is pulled off, he places his hands crossing over the other. "What are you doing? Don't tell me you are launching any por-"

"-Aish. No, you moron. Wear the pants only for now. I will ask my manager to bring a black turtle neck knitted cardigan."

He looks at me like I grew two extra horns. "Are you crazy? Why will I wear a fucking cardigan in July month?"

"AC will be there. No, need to worry about that." I ring up my manager informing her about the required material.

"Let's go." I cut the call walking towards the exit of my cabin. I open the door motioning him to walk.

"I just don't understand why did you choose me out of the entire male population you have surrounding you," I smirk.

"Why? Do I smell the hint of jealousy?" I mock him.

He snorts, "As if. My whole life is a damsel in distress."

"That you are," I say to him, looking over my shoulder.

"I feel star naked as we walk by the long corridor." He whispers.

"That's why I told Axel not to allow anyone here or any floor except first to third." We both wait for the elevator door to open and finally stepped inside when it reached our floor.

"But please tell me why am I the one who will be modeling? Why not Xavier or Carlos or the new member I am uncertain of."

"Xavier is handling a few projects whereas, Carlos is busy tracking Maxim's last location. Christian, if that's the one you are talking about is now having sex with Monica. I can't invade their privacy but then I got to know that I have a beautiful pet. So, why not take him to model." I eye him through the corner of my eyes watching his movements.

"Do you think I am beautiful?" He seductively whispers. Just when I am about to respond to him, he pushes me back against the wall crowding my area.

He keeps an arm above my head and hasn't need to bend, perks of wearing high heels matching his six feet. "What are you doing?" I kiss my teeth glaring at him.

"You tell me what are you doing? You deteriorate me day by day calling me your pet, then you have the nerve of damaging my self-respect. You made me your slave, a fucking sex slave. Now, you have a word- beautiful for me. It's funny, really funny to me how you act like you are the female alpha here. I will be waiting for the day, the second when you kiss your downfall, and the reason will be your fucking pride. The pride you have is so goddamn heavy. So, yeah tell me what are you doing? Having sex with someone who is placing weapons beneath him to kill you? Shall I say you are stupid or a sex-deprived person?"

A moment of silence passed by when I get to know I have to say something.

"Can you shorten a little bit before you say anything to me 'cause everything went over my head?" I smile sweetly at him and with full strength push him away from my own space.

The door of the elevator opened and I walk out first, "Make sure, you needn't need to forget you are a slave or next time." My cold tone swaps to a sweet one. "I will have a choker for you. what do you say?"

"As if the pearl wasn't enough." He stands by my side as we walk to the photo-shoot area. "Ma'am the dress."

"XXL right?" I ask her.

"Yes." I nod my head and throw the packet at him.

"Your cardigan arrived."

"How do you know my size?" He asks curiously about the secret meter tape I used once on him.

I wiggle my fingers, "They told me the answers." I smile falsely.

"Wipe off that smile, it doesn't suit you." He mutters ripping the plastic but while he did so, he made sure to look sexily.

I smile evilly trying to provoke him more, "Why? Just like you being an officer?" I innocently say.

His head snaps towards my direction, eyes blazing with fire to dump the whole on me.

"What did you say?" His jaws ticked while he said making him look much sexier than the previous activities.

"Just like you be"

"Caterina." Both of us turn to look at the source of the voice who said my name.

My playful time wipe off and the cold demeanor took place. "Hi, William."

"Are you ready for the photoshoot? It's been so long since we both have come together to do so."

I wave my head, "No, it's not me. The brand new model is this one. But do know, no face claim. Only the body parts." He nods his head and brings Aristide to the white clothing background. Two bright light lamps stand stood at each end.

"Are you ready, Leone?" I purr near his ear while placing the pearl necklace on one tray and opening a series of simple men's jewelry. I put one which was a ruby cut necklace in gold.

"No." He mutters. I chuckle kissing across the side of his jaws somehow relaxing the stiff muscles he was having earlier.

"What are you doing?" He whispers.

"Calming your nerves." I pull back.

"Okay. Caterina, you step aside and let's have a photo shoot of the amazing designs made by our queen." His and his dry-like hair joke.

"Just chains or rings too?" I nod my head, clapping twice when boxes of rings come to notice.

"Wear four rings any of your choice, Leone."

"Leone? Nice name." William says.

"I gave it to him."

"Oh! So, what's his real one?"

A smirk plasters on my face, "That you don't need to know."

"Okay." A tribute set for those earlier strangers whose curiosities led them to meet death too early and William knowing when he needs to stop gives my monster a sense of disappointment meanwhile, I am content.

"Earrings?"

"He doesn't have any holes," I reply.

"Well, I do." I lift my brows in surprise.

"Really?" He shyly nods his head.

"Which side?"

"Left." I hum but further scanning let's say no to the menu of earrings.

"So, let's start." We nod our heads and soon started the photoshoot. But somehow, Aristide is having problems. His nerves are haywire. He continuously flinches whenever William snaps a picture.

After twenty minutes of pure self-control from William, only one shot was good but that too was a bit hazy due to his constant jerking nature.

"Leone?" I say.

His eyes wildly grasp mine. "Here, take a bottle of water."

He gallops the whole container at once. "Thanks."

"You need to relax," I instruct.

"I am."

"No. Do it properly." I sternly say.

"And what will I get in return?" His eyes flare up.

"A day out from the house and wherever you want to go." I silently reply.

"Really?" His childlike excitement is enough to let anyone turn into a puddle of moist ice but mine was the climax. I hum and we again start with different ornaments but the reaction is the same, maybe a little bit better yet the same.

"Si. So, now are you ready?" I fold my arms looking at him.

"Yes."

"William, start his shooting. Axel, go and bring the maroon shirt." I say walking back to my seat and opening a random magazine just for show.

I constantly look at his side but the slight flinch he makes in each flash has been made suddenly makes my heart feel uneasy.

I dialed the number of the person who settle the dresses and order him to bring me three different women's dresses.

By the next ten minutes, the dress has been organized and I wear one of them walking back to the studio. "Wait," I say.

I saunter toward his shaking body and wrap my hands around his neck sitting on his lap. "You good?" I ask him in concern.

His hands firmly tackle my body fusing mine with his. He nods furiously, "I am." I nod my head kissing his forehead knowing a dark past caught him well enough to deliver tremors.

Just how mine does.

"We will have a couple of shots," I say knowing no one can disrespect my order, and wore a golden necklace making my hair a messy bun.

"Are you ready?" I still keep my eyes on him signaling him to answer instead of me. He finds the tactics and quickly nods his head.

"Then we will have five more shots with different jewelry." We both nod our heads. I cover his head between my bosom while one of his hands is holding my waist and the other my neck. We did hide as I made a slanting pose so that my necklace can be well shown.

The next one made me sit in front while I put his head beneath the crook of my neck again covering his face as we made a pose for a different one and it went on for another hour as we slowly made it to an exit.

"Well done. Okay, I will have a slight whitewash and email the pictures to you." I nod my head and wait for everyone to walk out except Aristide and me.

I turn back still on his lap as I cradle his face out from my bosom, "Are you okay?" I ask him.

He simply nods his head and again tried to get inside my cleavage. The deep-V cut didn't provide any resistance to his utter heroic act.

"Aristide," I whine as his hold on me tightened forcing me to grind on his pelvis.

"Fuck." I moan slowly.

"Caterina." I hum in return as he slowly lifts my body and makes me sit on his hooded tent.

"Please have sex with me." I moan as he delicately rotates my hips around his penis.

"What is happening with you?" I groan turning to look at the secure door being closed.

"Please. I-I just need a distraction. Please, I beg you." His black eyes look at me more like pleading with me to fuck him. Can I reject him even when I am thinking to do the same after he was being stripped half naked with only a black coat?

"Will you be okay after that? Won't you feel guilty?" I pad my thumb on his cheek gently asking him like a mother to her child to change his taste.

He stubbornly shakes his head, "I want it. I want you."

"Then don't blame me to want you too." With that, I start searching for the flyer in his pant.

"Can you do something for me, Leone?" I coo him as he nodded his head. The slit of my gown provides little to no resistance as I split the other half before sitting down.

"Look behind me and tell me if anyone is coming so that we will stop." In the dim light, I finally find the zipper and unchain it.

I groan looking at the treasure he has to hide beneath his Calvin Klein underwear. "Why does it needs to be so gorgeous, Leone?"

He gives out a throaty laugh, a blush coating his beige skin, looking at me through his lashes.

When I prolong stuffing it inside my oven, he arches his hips trying to meet my pussy but I push back my butt teasing him at the moment I hold his base and soothingly rub the angry meat.

He mewls, "Please capo. Please." He requests but I want to know what he wants.

"Please what?" I coo at him with my free hand I grab his hair tugging it slightly to match my eyes but he looks down.

"Please. Let me enter." He begs but what's the use if he isn't a little bad for a while I want him to. I grab a condom from his back pocket letting him get the shock.

It's because sometimes we use it for other photographs but he doesn't ask me slightly surprised me.

"What's the magical word, my Leone?" I purr near his ears covering the condom over his dick.

"Fuck me. Please, fuck me hard." I smirk.

"Such a good boy," I whisper angling the dick acutely sliding my pussy by lifting myself a little. We both moaned out loud.

"You are my filthy chaos. The chaos that somehow calms me and ruins me." I murmur.

My hand get removed from his blue balls and held his face. I move his head to look behind me and he gets the signal to do so.

"Are you good?" I ask him while pivoting my ass as my pussy encircles his hard tip.

He shakes his head angrily, "Just fucking get inside."

I appear to be shocked by his words, "I am."

"You aren't."

"Then you do."

His eyes make contact with mine, "I can?"

"You can."

He quickly wraps his hands around my waist and soon the angry monster slips inside mine. We both whimper at the same time. The angle we both assume to be was perfectly hitting square to my heaven.

"F-uck. You feel so good like a gift wrapped in ribbon made of silk." He moans still keeping his eyes behind me. One hand traces the outline of my neckline and when I put his hand inside mine, he didn't miss an opportunity to slide in to make contact with my breast.

He weighs my left one like a doctor measuring the weight of a baby, so delicately. His eyes widen when my brown peak winks at him welcoming his warmth upon it.

"Can I?" Oh, Umbria he is so sweet. How can I kill him when he just makes me feel like a little human?

I nod my head but he doesn't proceed and when I finally said yes, he drives his head straight onto my nipple sucking it like it's his first milk while I steadily built up the moment of orgasm. My already wet cunt welcomes him home.

The plastic packet makes a squishing sound allowing us to know how the process of boiling the freezing sexual hormones is done. I comb his hair patting him as he moved to the other one.

"You wanna go fast?" He nods his head kissing my right breast and then swirling his tongue across my tan skin causing me to shudder while he smirks.

"Fine then, here we go, Leone." With that, I ram down allowing his cock to meet my g-spot. We both moan out loud as we finally met the universe. Stars sparkle like sapphire rounding my eyes making me blink them back to see normal.

"How is it?" I coo at him as he thrusts back matching the pace we thought of.

"Best." He doesn't say anything as he starts to rough patch but couldn't so I do the work by moving up and down re-entering the dick inside my vaginal walls.

"Are you near?" He asks me as I nod.

"Me too." With one last kiss on my hardened nipple that now shines with thick paste opalescent fluid.

He pulls me toward him and latches to the skin of my neck, teeth scrapping my neck providing a piece of evidence to the world to see what we had done but I don't care, I like it, more like loving it.

His discharge is done inside the latex while mine is all over his. We both orgasmed meeting each other to the end path.

"Did you like it?" My voice rasps as I try to speak after dodging any scream. He seems to be in a daze as he nods.

"I loved it."

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I was just wondering if you like Caterina or Aristide.

I always want to provide the best for my book characters and somehow justifying Caterina's work seems legal in my mind. She is strong even though her steps toward the goal seems wrong.