Tanya, Mi Madre

As usual, Luciano had always despised these alcohol-filled social scenes, almost to the point of hatred, but this time, things were different because of Tanya.

She was surrounded by a crowd, offering suggestion after suggestion in a soft, measured voice.

Socializing among high-society wives was its own delicate art. Being a former courtesan, she handled it with effortless ease. She was smart but composed and kind, too. She won everyone over without question, the media included.

Hardly anyone mentioned her courtesan background anymore. Everyone addressed her as "Donna Ascrofi" politely.

Countless camera flashes clustered around her, and Paolo was at her side.

Suddenly, Luciano found his father a sore to his eyes.

Paolo was already old. A decaying tree shouldn't be matched to a blooming flower. It should've been Luciano standing beside Tanya right now. That would've felt more right.

A long-suppressed, unfamiliar irritation began to surge within him.

Suddenly, Tanya met his gaze across the crowd and then gave him a gentle smile.

The reporters quickly caught on and turned their cameras toward him.

Luciano quickly composed himself, smiling as he nodded toward the two on the stage.

Pleased with his cooperation, Paolo offered a rare, gentle nod in response.

Luciano knew he'd soon see her photos on the front page, with the headline saying, "Don Ascrofi Appears at Charity Gala with Wife and Son, Donates 200 Million Dollars…"

Tanya's white gown stuck out among the well-dressed crowd. Standing beside Paolo, she was like a honeysuckle, entwined and gentle.

Well, what a happy family…

Luciano left the gala ahead of everyone.

By the time he returned to the estate after handling his affairs, it was already late. It was quiet, without any housekeepers around.

He slipped back to his room silently, but the noises from upstairs caught his attention.

It was Tanya and Paolo.

She was kneeling on the ground, her usually immaculate hair now disheveled, the strands stuck to her face with sweat. Her dress was half taken off, hanging on her body messily.

She was tightly bound with hemp rope, her curvaceous form made even more enticing by the restraint. Under the lights, her pale skin seemed to glow.

Like a lily in full, fiery bloom.

Luciano hid in the shadows, watching her body, observing Paolo pulling the rope to lift her legs.

Her body was exposed to the air. She moaned softly, the voice travelling across the air, wrapping around Luciano's ear like a rising tide.

Luciano's eyes never left Tanya as Paolo's whip lashed across her body in erratic strokes.

Her back, full mounts, perky hips, long, slender legs, and… her private parts.

Luciano saw the messy red marks on her body as she whimpered, trying in vain to escape, like a soft, pleading cat. His breathing became erratic, just like hers.

Liquid from her tears, saliva, and her dripping wet opening mixed together.

The moans got louder.

As Luciano subconsciously reached for his private part, he saw Tanya looking his way, all across the layers of the courtyard and the fence.

Her eyes shimmered with desire and longing, mingled with something else.

She was beneath Paolo, but Luciano shamelessly got hard.

She arched her body, welcoming Paolo's whip as her desire grew.

"Slut."

Paolo unbuttoned his pants and roughly slammed into her body.

With her legs lifted, she was forced to endure Paolo's rough intimacy, but her body betrayed her and got wetter.

When the climax hit, tears slipped out from the corner of her eye. The flush at the corners of her eyes made her look especially vulnerable.

Paolo let out a satisfied groan. Soon, he pulled out of her and pushed it between Tanya's lips. She licked it obediently, but her gaze turned toward Luciano yet again.

Suggestive liquid slipped down the corner of her lips, satisfaction apparent in her gaze.

She trembled in a small, shuddering climax.

On the floor beneath her, a wet patch gleamed in the light.

Damn it!

Luciano felt his breath hitch, feeling as though his boxers couldn't contain his erection any longer.