Adversary by S. W. Frank Page B

at night bella?’
    “Sí.”
    Nico raised his ass off the seat when she had stood and bent to yank down his trousers. He watched as she lifted her dress and shimmied from the black silk panties. A beauty of a woman, a specimen of pleasure was Bianca Luca and lethal to his groin. “I want you to live Bianca, I release you from me.”
    She straddled him in the chair. He gripped her curvaceous hips and his heart pounded with heavy thumps when she lowered, moist and creamy micio took him in fully. Eyes open they stared at one another, dark souls bound. “In death I am released, kill me Nico if that’s what you want.”
    “I will never harm you love.”
    “Nor I you mio Nico,” she purred to his mouth as she rolled to him in union with such strength and balance he met her ardor with upward thrusts.
    Male lips bruised her paler skin; on the hill of her breast is where he left his marks. Rolling pumps into sweet hell he gyrated and made her groan and grip his strong neck for support. “Do you think of Alberti now Bianca?”
    Dark souls had no secrets and yet she would not confess. Her duty was to remain in shadow to aid her Protector…the man within her…in full possession of what she shared with her greatest love. “Por favore Nico…do not make me say.”
    “Are you afraid?”
    “Yes, sí.”
    “Truth.”
    Bianca was lifted, the chair collided with carpet as he brought her down to the floor to press her there, impaled and gasping at the power of Nico’s flesh. Hard muscles she gripped which did not yield. In and out with twists and kisses to stimulate a passionate woman is how he pleasured an equal. To him she confessed. “Shame to me Nico that I want you I have found pleasure in this union at the expense of your wife.” She moaned as he pressed her ass harder and rolled her buttocks to make her scream in ecstasy. “Nico…ah…ah.”
    “Beyond duty is my affection.” Nico kissed her, breathing heat into her mouth. Giving her life with each stroke, wanting her to find joy in their tragedy set about by a plotter’s hand. Alberti the witty mastermind of deeds knew exactly how this would play out. Nico could not release the woman; protection was his duty and Bianca’s fate lie in his hands. Unfortunately, he could not sever duty from desire the moment he tasted her fruits.
    Her luscious lips parted at the feel of his hardness within soft wetness. Her eyes closed and then opened as she moved with his rhythm. “I have killed many Nico that was my duty. The hardest to kill was Leopold because of my affection,” she confessed as he stretched her arms above her head her head. A massive trunk in ownership of the feminine land.
    “Did you sleep with him?”
    “No…ah…ah…mio Nico…I have always been true to Alberti and I will remain true to you…mio Nico…ahhhhhhh.”
    Somehow the latter statement pleased him. Talking during sex wasn’t a habit of Nico’s, strangely with Bianca conversation added to the intimacy.  “Tell me how you killed him.”
    “Poison truffles.”
    “Sweet death.”
    “Mio Nico…sí.” She panted heavily as his mouth encircled her mound causing her words to halt in stagnated pauses with his deep upward thrusts. “I …I…was saddened…he was my friend….ah Nico!”
    “A deceiver who killed my father.”
    “Yes Protezioni Nico. Death to the enemies of our family.”
    He found pleasure in her words. “You are art.”
    “Death is an art as life is a song.”
    At those words he pushed her knees outward, and furiously took her cream and returned with firm strokes like licks with his dick inside the seductress who shared his vision. An artful death was quite poetic to the ears of a killer as he possessed his spiritual bride. Nico’s eyes were very soft. He no longer experienced guilt in his actions. Keep her protected he would do because his affection for Bianca had become too strong. The duty had shifted and the dual parts ceased their battle in a truce. He accepted his