(BONUS CHAPTER)
Monaco, two years before the bullets ended everything.
The rooftop of my flagship club was a temple of excess. Crystal chandeliers floated above an infinity pool that spilled into the black Mediterranean below. The bass line throbbed low and slow, vibrating through the marble floor and into every body on the deck. Champagne flowed like water, the air thick with salt, expensive perfume, and the unmistakable scent of people looking to get fucked.
I moved through the crowd like I owned it—because I did.
At twenty-two, I was already untouchable: 6'4", lean muscle carved by private trainers and good genes, long raven hair tied back in a loose knot, black open-collar shirt unbuttoned just enough to show the cut of my chest. My reputation preceded me—the young Italian aristocrat who could ruin a woman with a look and leave her begging for more.
Tonight, three women caught my eye.
Alessia.
Giulia.
Francesca.
Alessia was first—35, married to some shipping tycoon who was probably asleep in their yacht below. Bronze Italian skin, hourglass figure poured into an emerald backless gown that plunged dangerously low between massive, heavy breasts. The silk clung to her wide hips, dark hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. She stood by the pool railing, champagne flute in hand, eyes already hunting for danger.
Giulia came next—32, fiery Milanese gallery owner, caramel skin glowing under the lights, full red lips painted to match her dress, ass so round and high it made the black fabric look painted on. She laughed with a group of collectors, but her gaze kept drifting, hungry for something more primal.
Francesca completed the set—28, Roman model, sun-kissed golden skin, long legs that went forever, perky tits pressing against a sheer white top that left nothing to imagination. Her smile was playful, wicked—the kind that promised she'd do anything once, twice if it felt good.
I approached with three glasses of 1996 Dom Pérignon.
"Ladies," I said, voice low, Italian accent thick with intent. "You look like you're missing the best part of the night."
Alessia's eyes locked on mine, pulse jumping at her throat as I brushed my thumb across her wrist in that old signal.
Giulia's lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile. "And what might that be?"
Francesca leaned in, breath warm on my neck, fingers trailing my arm. "Show us."
Twenty minutes of teasing conversation—whispered promises, hands brushing thighs under the table, champagne loosening tongues—and we were in the private glass suite overlooking the sea.
Doors locked.
Lights dimmed to fire-glow.
Music muffled to a distant pulse.
Alessia moved first, pressing her back to the floor-to-ceiling window, Mediterranean night beyond. I pinned her there, mouth crashing into hers—deep, hungry, tongue claiming every corner.
Her gown slipped down with one tug from my hand, massive breasts spilling free—heavy, perfect, dark nipples already hard as diamonds from the cool glass against her back.
I broke the kiss, dropped my mouth to one nipple—sucking hard, tongue flicking the peak, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp and arch.
"Fuck... Welheim..." she moaned, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.
Giulia watched from the leather couch, dress already hiked up to her waist, black lace panties soaked, fingers circling her clit slowly, eyes dark with need.
Francesca dropped to her knees behind me, hands sliding up my thighs, unbuckling my belt with practiced ease.
My cock sprang free—thick, veiny, circumcised head dark and already leaking pre-cum.
"God..." Francesca whispered, tongue flicking the tip, tasting salt and heat.
Alessia arched harder as I switched nipples, sucking the other deep into my mouth, hand kneading the first, pinching the hard peak until she whimpered and ground against my thigh.
Giulia stripped fully—caramel skin gleaming in the low light, full breasts bouncing free as she spread her legs wide on the couch, fingers plunging into her wet pussy with wet sounds.
"Welheim... come taste me. I need your mouth."
I pulled away from Alessia's tits—leaving them glistening with saliva, nipples swollen and red—and moved between Giulia's thighs.
Her scent hit me like a drug—musky, sweet, dripping arousal.
I buried my face, tongue delving deep into slick, hot folds, lapping her juices like I was starving.
She cried out, hips bucking hard, hands clutching my hair, pulling me deeper.
Francesca took my cock fully in her mouth—deep, eager, throat relaxing as she swallowed half my length, gagging softly but pushing further, saliva dripping down my shaft and balls.
Alessia knelt beside her, kissing my neck, hand cupping my heavy balls, rolling them gently, thumb pressing the spot behind that made me groan into Giulia's pussy.
Three mouths, three bodies, one cock.
I ate Giulia until she came—hard, thighs clamping my head like a vice, juices flooding my tongue, her scream muffled against her own arm.
Then I pulled Francesca up, bent her over the couch beside Giulia.
Two perfect asses presented—Giulia's round and caramel, still quivering from orgasm, Francesca's tight and golden, begging.
I sank into Francesca first—slow at first, letting her feel every thick inch stretch her tight walls.
She moaned loud, pushing back greedily.
"Tight... so fucking tight... take it all."
Alessia licked where we joined—tongue flicking Francesca's swollen clit, then my shaft as I thrust deeper, tasting both of us.
Giulia turned, kissing Francesca deep, hands pinching her perky nipples.
I fucked Francesca hard—hips slapping against her ass, cock bottoming out with every thrust, her walls clenching.
She came fast—body shaking, screaming into Giulia's mouth, pussy gushing around me.
I pulled out, slick with her juices, and drove into Giulia.
She took me easier—wet from orgasm and Alessia's tongue—but still gasped at the size, back arching.
"Fuck me... yes... harder..."
I pounded her, hand spanking that round ass red, leaving handprints.
Alessia licked my balls from below, tongue teasing the base of my shaft.
Francesca straddled Giulia's face, grinding her soaked pussy down.
The room filled with wet sounds, moans, the slap of skin on skin.
I switched again—pulling out of Giulia, moving to Alessia on the furs.
Her massive breasts bounced wildly as I entered her—deep, slow strokes turning to fast, punishing thrusts.
Giulia and Francesca kissed above her, hands on her nipples, pinching hard.
I fucked Alessia until she came—walls clenching like a vice, crying my name, body shaking.
Then flipped her, spread her ass cheeks wide.
Thumb teasing her tight ring, pressing in slightly.
She pushed back, moaning.
"Not yet," I growled.
I pulled the women together—all three on their knees before me.
Cocksucking chain—mouths on me, on each other.
Alessia deepthroating, gagging wetly.
Giulia licking shaft and balls.
Francesca sucking the head, tongue swirling.
I came hard—thick ropes across three perfect faces, dripping down chins, onto breasts.
They licked each other clean, moaning, fingers plunging into pussies.
The night was young.
And I was far from finished.